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Was it a blitz of well constructed sentences, spoken extremely well with great conviction, or am I, well, mentally challenged? I heard the speech, I heard the people present scream in jubilation, and I heard others give begrudging complements. But I couldn’t see the necessity of the line that had come to define the campaign. Yes we can.

            In some instances, the phrase was befitting. He talked about the centenarian and the struggles she’d either gone through or witnessed and the obstacles experienced, and the resolve of the people as they pressed on with that American creed... wait for it... wait for it... Yes we can. Bam! Nailed it! Turn out the lights, close the store, and take to the streets, dance, scream, or bang your head into a lamp post. Or just clap politely. Whichever way your inner voice tells you to express excitement over a well delivered speech, as long as no unnecessary destruction is involved. Yes we can.

            At some point, I had to drag myself out of the mosh pit and yell a ‘boo’ that was drowned by the yelling of other revelers. The yes-we-can was totally uncalled for, as it sounded as though it was thrown in to elicit applause, kill time, or fulfill the quota needed for a speech. Maybe if he didn’t throw it in, the words would have been so few that it would have been called an announcement. The centenarian saw women vote, and at some point the peddlers of tyranny were pushed back saving democracy... wait for it... wait for it.... Yes we can. Oops. Maybe ‘yes we could?’ Maybe ‘yes we did?’ Maybe ‘yes they did?’ Yes we can.

            So I sat down while people slammed over my head, and started working through the problem using the facts I had. Fact: He’s considerably smarter than I. Fact: He has a considerable knowledge in oration. Fact: He has a considerably better understanding of what he is talking about. So maybe, throwing the phrase in the middle of nowhere was to show he has a considerable grasp of poetry. So maybe it was a poem not a speech. Yes we can.

            Maybe it was simply Occam’s razor (ha ha. Get it? Simply Occam’s razor?): I am considerably retarded. Yes we can.

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On a more personal note, the guy planning to unite everyone won but on the following weekend, all Premier League teams with United in the name lost. And the gun-totting party lost but on the following weekend, the teams with ‘gun’ in the name won.