Actually, We're Just Glorified Flagpole

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My Once-keen Analytical Mind Has Become So Dulled By Endless Hours Of Baking In The Hot Sun, Thrashing About In Tight Chimneys, Pulling At Impossibly Heavy Loads, Freezing My Ass Off.... So That Now My Mental State Is Comparable To That Of A Peruvian Indian, Well Stoked On Coca Leaves.

The Black Man Should Seek To Be, And He Should Be Encouraged To Be, The Best Possible Black Man And Not The Best Possible Imitation Of A White Man.

Actually, We're Just Glorified Flagpole Sitters.

In The Experiences Of A Year Of The Presidency, There Has Come To Me No Other Such Unwelcome Impression As The Manifest Religious Intolerance Which Exists Among Many Of Our Citizens. I Hold It To Be A Menace To The Very Liberties We Boast And Cherish.