If The East Timorians Decide

Anyway, After We Go Out And Work Our Hearts Out, After You Go Out And Help Us Turn Out The Vote, After We've Convinced The Good Americans To Vote, And While They're At It, Pull That Old George W Lever, If I'm The One, When I Put My Hand On The Bible, When I Put My Hand On The Bible, That Day When They Swear Us In, When I Put My Hand On The Bible, I Will Swear To Not - To Uphold The Laws Of The Land.

The Only Way We Can Win Is If We Leave Before The Job Is...done.

Now, We Have Inscribed A New Memory Alongside Those Others. It's A Memory Of Tragedy And Shock, Of Loss And Mourning. But Not Only Of Loss And Mourning. It's Also A Memory Of Bravery And Self-sacrifice, And The Love That Lays Down Its Life For A Friend-even A Friend Whose Name It Never Knew.

I Don't Particularly Like It When People Put Words In My Mouth, Either, By The Way, Unless I Say It.

This Is What I'm Good At. I Like Meeting People, My Fellow Citizens, I Like Interfacing With Them.