
A pitiful sight in some ways... three old coots trying to woo substance from the shell in whom we all hear the ocean. This was not in homage to Lincoln's 200th birthday. It was a prayer for Obama's 200th day. I wish them complete success, but there seems barely a glimmer we will get anything more than glib and bought and terrified and wrong.
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