<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><h2 style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: top; text-align: left; padding: 0px; margin: 0px; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I am the People, the Mob"</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By Carl Sandburg</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and clothes.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.</span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></font></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><font size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-------------------------------------</span></font></div></h2><br><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Seeya at the polls, Moscow, because . . .</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">"Moscow Cares"</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><a href="http://www.MoscowCares.com">http://www.MoscowCares.com</a></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><div>Tom Hansen</div><div>Moscow, Idaho</div><div><br></div><div>"We're a town of about 23,000 with 10,000 college students. The college students are not very active in local elections (thank goodness!)."</div><div><br></div><div>- Dale Courtney (March 28, 2007)</div><div> </div></div></body></html>