Have it and everything is possible, lack it and nothing worthwhile will even be attempted.
We believe in you. Help us believe in ourselves. Give us something huge to shoot for--the sun, the stars, peace on earth, a new renaissance of reason, a world without hate, hunger and reality television--and watch us take it from there.
You have a community to organize, Mr. Obama, 300 million strong. Your job is simple. Get us moving, get us believing, get us working, get us dreaming. Give us the vision and the hope and the confidence. We'll do the rest.
Let them call you a dreamer, let them call you a visionary, let them call you a cockeyed optimist. Hell, make them call you all those things. The more you give the cynics of the world heartburn, the better you are doing your job. Don't let the bastards drag us down.
Thing big, Mr. Obama, take big chances. We're on the same team, on the same court, holding our breath. They say you shot a hell of a 3-pointer, back in your basketball days. I hope so. Because, my new President, it's time to step way behind the line, take aim, and let it fly.
Let a single sound quiet the cries of those who fear our audacity.
"Swish!"-
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