Four years ago my big brain brought forth on this real estate, a big carnage like the civil war, bigly like Lincoln in dead people, and a dedication to the perfect idea that a golfing, traitorous, fat-white-assed, dictator-loving sociopath can get ratings like the bachelor.
Now we are—nobody knew it was coming--in a great Corona war, testing whether my brain, or any brain so malignantly narcissistic, can endure with low ratings. We are in a big beautiful battle folks--like Gettysberder--inside my brain. We have come to dedicate a chunk of my beautiful hambergder brain, as a final resting place for the confeve idea that the dead should die so the greedy might live. It is perfect like a phone call that we should do this.
The world will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget what I did here.
It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.