Wars Might Come And Go,

Talk About The Flag Or Drugs Or Crime (never About Race Or Class Or Justice) And Follow The Yellow Brick Road To The Wonderful Land Of Consensus. In Place Of Honest Argument Among Consenting Adults The Politicians Substitute A Lullaby For Frightened Children: The Pretense That Conflict Doesn't Really Exist, That We Have Achieved The Blessed State In Which We No Longer Need Politics.

Nobody Suffers The Pain Of Birth Or The Anguish Of Loving A Child In Order For Presidents To Make Wars, For Governments To Feed On The Substance Of Their People, For Insurance Companies To Cheat The Young And Rob The Old.

Power Broken Into A Thousand Pieces Can Be Hidden And Disowned.

What Joins The Americans One To Another Is Not A Common Ancestry, Language Or Race, But A Shared Work Of The Imagination That Looks Forward To The Making Of A Future, Not Backward To The Insignia Of The Past. Their Enterprise Is Underwritten By A Constitution That Allows For The Widest Horizons Of Sight And The Broadest Range Of Expression, Supports The Liberties Of The People As Opposed To The Ambitions Of The State, And Stands As Premise For A Narrative Rather Than Plan For An Invasion Or A Monument. The Narrative Was Always Plural; Not One Story, Many Stories.

His Administration Apparently Means To Define Itself As A Television Program Instead Of A Government...i Don't Know If It Can Please Both Its Sponsors And Its Intended Audience.