Hope

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson

Re-Inventing the Wheel

We have 31 days to go before we vote; just a few reminders:

What happened last time:

We voted



Results were announced:



And then...........



What can we change this time:

Celebrate our culture and diversity

Exercise Tolerance 



Vote for the best man for the Job based on their vision, value and ideals



Accept the results and continue in nation-building:



Lets vote wisely