Great words from great presidents

... plus one other guy at the end.

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Franklin Delano Roosevelt, March 4, 1933: Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, January 20, 1961: And so my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

Ronald Wilson Reagan, January 20, 1981: In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem.

Ronald Wilson Reagan, June 12, 1987: Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!

George Walker Bush, September 14, 2001: I can hear you, the rest of the world hears you, and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon.

Barack Hussein Obama, January 19, 2011: This bit of news... under a new agreement, our national zoo will continue to dazzle children and visitors with the beloved giant pandas.

A Tale of Two Leaders

It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair,

we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way -- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evel, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There was a president with a crossbow, and a president who liked to bow.

Vladimir Putin, prime minister and former president of Russia, shot a whale with a crossbow today.



Compare that to the president of the United States, who bows to other leaders.



Remember when the United States used to have a president who ... was a man?

I miss those days.

Mr. President

George Washington looked through his leveling instrument when he heard the sound of hoofs. He looked up, and saw the rider approaching. A small cloud of dust rose, tracing the path the rider was taken down the dirt road that worked its way through the plantation. It was wonderful here. He appreciated the life he had now. Was it life? He wasn't sure. He didn't care. He simply enjoyed it. The rider pulled up. "Mr. President," the rider said, tipping his hat. "Mr. President," Washington replied, returning the salute. "Are you going to see the results of the election?" John Adams, the rider, asked.