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just donated and signed the petition to keep the scum of the earth (tex watson) rotting in prison and all u girlies should too

October 1953:

Meanwhile in Massachusetts Jack Kennedy dreamed

Walking the shore by the Cape Cod Sea

Of all the things he was going to be.

He breathed in the tang of the New England fall

And back in his mind he pictured it all,

The burnished New England countryside

Names that a patriot says with pride

Concord and Lexington, Bunker Hill

Plymouth and Falmouth and Marston's Mill

Winthrop and Salem, Lowell, Revere

Quincy and Cambridge, Louisburg Square.

This was his heritage—this his share

Of dreams that a young man harks in the air.

The past reached out and tracked him now

He would heed that touch; he didn’t know how.

Part he must serve, a part he must lead

Both were his calling, both were his need.

Part he was of New England stock

As stubborn, close-guarded as Plymouth Rock

He thought with his feet most firm on the ground

But his heart and his dreams were not earthbound

He would call New England his place and his creed

But part he was of an alien breed

Of a breed that had laughed on Irish hills

And heard the voice in Irish rills

The lilt of that green land danced in his blood

Tara, Killarney, a magical flood

That surged in the depth of his too-proud heart

And spiked the punch of New England so tart

Men would call him thoughtful, sincere

They would not see through to the Last Cavalier

He turned on the beach and looked toward his house.

On a green grass lawn his white house stands

And the wind blows the sea grass low on the sands

There his brothers and sisters have laughed and played

And thrown themselves to rest in the shade.

The lights glowed inside, soon supper would ring

And he would go home where his father was King.

But now he was here with the wind and the sea

And all the things he was going to be.

He would build empires

And he would have sons

Others would fall

Where the current runs

He would find love

He would never find peace

For he must go seeking

The Golden Fleece

All of the things he was going to be