Democratic Party in the USA.
I really never liked History Class, But I did admire General, Abraham Lincoln. I have heard good things, in history class, with one ear pressed against my history book, my eyes, if even open examining undergarments hanging out of girls midriffs. I hated to learn about this stuff. It was useless, and there was a much larger future to focus on. History class was just memorization to me. This date corresponded to this, and this came after that. Action A led to Action B, and the gaps were usually filled in through logic you can scrape in siatuations. Those situations came to life one fine day.
I went to Washington D.C. I chilled at the same restaurants where a little over 50 years ago, Civil rights leaders came to plot. I saw the same Speech, the most quoted speech in all of human history, The Gettysberg Address, given by President Lincoln in 1863 during the battle of Gettysberg, in a Great War our people were fighting, AGAINST OURSELVES. A Nation Divided! This man brought us back togther and delivered the Emancipation Procalamation, which in turn outlawed Slavery. Basically this man got it done. I saw his memorial and was my attention was held.
The Palace that Enshrines President Lincoln Forever was "Honestly" the highlight of my weekend. the statue was shockingly lifelike and expression was immortal. His commitment to the American People was before his time. To think that we allowed slavery says awful things, but to say they were wrong, at their time in relativity, is proabably ignorant in itself. We have grown as a culture, but are we still racist? Do my Indian parents want me to marry an Indian, when in fact they went against norms and fell in love beyond regions. Lincoln watches over you and checks you for citizenship. Not your papers but ponders what you have to contribute to the very dream kept alive by his Gettysberg Address.
The City of Washington D.C. seemed very progressive in its own respects. Rough neighborhoods standing adjacent and evidently to buildings housing the most powerful decision makers on the planet. The home of a Military power not to be seen. The city in between the states of Maryland and Virginia. "No Taxation without Representation" Screams each licence plate as the citizens, (my friends) who pay taxes but do not get votes in Congress. Home of Kevin Durant, Wale, and Dave Chappelle, I got to see what the real D.C. was, and what gets upstaged in everybodys mind to the great monuments to enshrine the leaders of this great nation.
A subway system can get you anywhere and at anytime. Bars that close at 4, mean we leave after midnight, and we sleep till noon. I got hammered for the first time in a while. Steep rent reminded me of other citys of similar livability. Rain, Thunder, and Traffic defined my commute back to Charlotte in which the DNC was underway.
The Drama with getting a community credential was Drama. Rain haunted the first night of the DNC, and I watehed Michelle Obama reiterate the American Dream from the couch. The next night. To my surprise. the power of loose ties, through my good friend, handed me a ticket to see Bill Clinton Address the DNC. I saw him explain politics in what may have been a hard knock speach told to a dr. suess rhythm. I thourougly enjoyed it and because of that i spent time listining to great speaches.
They cancelled the Nomination at Bank Of America Stadium due to the possibility of rains and thunder, but as the day came closer, it was a horrible decision that pissed off my friends who worked hard, and volunteered for the reward of seeing the President Accept the Nomination. Bill Clinton Stole the show.
Community Credential.
Inaugurations, Speaches, Moments in Time. The Reflection to a distant Black and White. My American Dreams grow lush and srawl details.
I really never liked History Class, But I did admire General, Abraham Lincoln. I have heard good things, in history class, with one ear pressed against my history book, my eyes, if even open examining undergarments hanging out of girls midriffs. I hated to learn about this stuff. It was useless, and there was a much larger future to focus on. History class was just memorization to me. This date corresponded to this, and this came after that. Action A led to Action B, and the gaps were usually filled in through logic you can scrape in siatuations. Those situations came to life one fine day.
I went to Washington D.C. I chilled at the same restaurants where a little over 50 years ago, Civil rights leaders came to plot. I saw the same Speech, the most quoted speech in all of human history, The Gettysberg Address, given by President Lincoln in 1863 during the battle of Gettysberg, in a Great War our people were fighting, AGAINST OURSELVES. A Nation Divided! This man brought us back togther and delivered the Emancipation Procalamation, which in turn outlawed Slavery. Basically this man got it done. I saw his memorial and was my attention was held.
A subway system can get you anywhere and at anytime. Bars that close at 4, mean we leave after midnight, and we sleep till noon. I got hammered for the first time in a while. Steep rent reminded me of other citys of similar livability. Rain, Thunder, and Traffic defined my commute back to Charlotte in which the DNC was underway.
The Drama with getting a community credential was Drama. Rain haunted the first night of the DNC, and I watehed Michelle Obama reiterate the American Dream from the couch. The next night. To my surprise. the power of loose ties, through my good friend, handed me a ticket to see Bill Clinton Address the DNC. I saw him explain politics in what may have been a hard knock speach told to a dr. suess rhythm. I thourougly enjoyed it and because of that i spent time listining to great speaches.
They cancelled the Nomination at Bank Of America Stadium due to the possibility of rains and thunder, but as the day came closer, it was a horrible decision that pissed off my friends who worked hard, and volunteered for the reward of seeing the President Accept the Nomination. Bill Clinton Stole the show.
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Inaugurations, Speaches, Moments in Time. The Reflection to a distant Black and White. My American Dreams grow lush and srawl details.
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