The battle of ideas
I've been to a bookstore yesterday, and the first thing I saw there, right in the children's section, was this book, modestly titled "Son of Promise, Child of Hope,"
It has an uplifting poem going
One Sunday when Barack was sitting in church,
Barack heard God say, 'Slow down,
Look around you.
Now look to me.
There is hope enough here
to last a lifetime.'
Barack smiled,
tears rolling down his cheeks.
Suddenly he knew for certain
Hope would last long enough
for him to make a difference.
Next week kids will be treated to "My Dad, John McCain" by Meghan McCain:
The Democrats took no chances: before the nomination they commissioned another book, "Hillary Rodham Clinton: Dreams Taking Flight:" One day, there was a girl who wanted to fly. She dreamed of zooming in a spaceship up through clouds into outer space... In her eight years in the White House, she was a new kind of First Lady, blasting off like a rocket. She flew into advancing the rights of women around the world. Always she was in the public, with no privacy. The rocket had a crash landing, but in the enchanted kingdom of commissioned children's books it is still flying over there, between the unblinking stars.
What is going on?
It has an uplifting poem going
One Sunday when Barack was sitting in church,
Barack heard God say, 'Slow down,
Look around you.
Now look to me.
There is hope enough here
to last a lifetime.'
Barack smiled,
tears rolling down his cheeks.
Suddenly he knew for certain
Hope would last long enough
for him to make a difference.
Next week kids will be treated to "My Dad, John McCain" by Meghan McCain:
The Democrats took no chances: before the nomination they commissioned another book, "Hillary Rodham Clinton: Dreams Taking Flight:" One day, there was a girl who wanted to fly. She dreamed of zooming in a spaceship up through clouds into outer space... In her eight years in the White House, she was a new kind of First Lady, blasting off like a rocket. She flew into advancing the rights of women around the world. Always she was in the public, with no privacy. The rocket had a crash landing, but in the enchanted kingdom of commissioned children's books it is still flying over there, between the unblinking stars.
What is going on?