worst person to be in charge of the united states in a world crisis: "there are no scientific research reports or facts of any kind that prove that nuclear bombs are dangerous! we will be fine!"
"and thus the spirit will transcend to a higher calling, perhaps one we will hear ourselves. while the angels chorus synchronizes with the heavens bells, ones love becomes eternal guiding light. who are we to speak on manners of the heart? sometimes the best we can do is build a bridge to try and cross the hearts of the ones we so dearly cherish. the days we spend with smiles become seven color rainbows building a highway of peace and love. it is our nature to grieve in our own ways, and in the end our only wish is that the reapers cold hand could have chosen us in their place. but death is the end to the cycle of life, which begins anew in the glorious smiles and laughter that echoes from the children that we bear. life is a cycle; all is one and one is all."
if you had one chance to make things better, but you had to choose between an eternity of peace, joy, and eternal paradise, or another life among those you left behind; which would you choose? would you choose to accept your paradise in eternity? or would you choose to join all those that you once shared the world with in the hopes that just one of those other people could just see what a life of hope and eternal joy is like? would you leave the homeless, starving, dying, crying, lonely, hungry, and oppressed to continue to lie in their filth and drown, while you stood over them and watched in paradise? or would you lower yourself to their level in order to bring them all a chance for a better life? would you let the man jump off the roof to die in a Rorschach of blood, guts, and feces? or would you take that leap of faith to try and save his life? when we all come to our final moments are we really any better or worse than those who died with us? in the moment of death a body becomes home for a new life, a mind becomes an idea, and a spirit becomes but a bitter memory. because who are we to judge a man with no regret?
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