Christmas Is Over And Business Is Business.

Accustomed As I Am To Public Speaking, I Know The Futility Of It.

We Have Nothing In Our History Or Position To Invite Aggression; We Have Everything To Beckon Us To The Cultivation Of Relations Of Peace And Amity With All Nations.

You Do Not Know What You Can Miss Before You Try.

These Are The Saddest Of Possible Words, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Trio Of Bear Cubs Fleeter Than Birds, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. Ruthlessly Pricking Our Gonfalon Bubble, Making A Giant Hit Into A Double, Words That Are Weighty With Nothing But Trouble, Tinker-to-evers-to-chance. This Brief Poem, Immortalized The Chicago Cubs' Double-play Combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, Second Baseman Johnny Evers, And First Baseman Frank Chance.

As We See Censorship It Is A Stupid Giant Traffic Policeman Answering "yes" To "am I My Brother's Copper?" He Guards A One-way Street And His Semaphore Has Four Signs, All Marked "stop.