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See them in full at the Plain Dealer’s blog.  In part:

What gives me that hope is what I see when I look out across this mall. For in these monuments are chiseled those unlikely stories that affirm our unyielding faith – a faith that anything is possible in America. Rising before us stands a memorial to a man who led a small band of farmers and shopkeepers in revolution against the army of an Empire, all for the sake of an idea. On the ground below is a tribute to a generation that withstood war and depression – men and women like my grandparents who toiled on bomber assembly lines and marched across Europe to free the world from tyranny’s grasp. Directly in front of us is a pool that still reflects the dream of a King, and the glory of a people who marched and bled so that their children might be judged by their character’s content. And behind me, watching over the union he saved, sits the man who in so many ways made this day possible.

Probably incredibly more moving if you are there, or listening live.  But every time I read an Obama speech, I now think of 27 year old Obama chief speechwriter Jon Favreau’s laughing face while he is squeezing a cardboard stand-up Hillary Clinton breast.

Just kind of discordant. Still.

FYI, here’s an NYT profile of Favreau from almost exactly one year ago, when he was 26.

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By Jill Miller Zimon at 5:36 pm January 18th, 2009 in Barack Obama, Politics, Sexism 

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