notchreturns
07-03-2004, 01:25 AM
Pablo was born in the slums of Brazil during the late 60s. His mother and father decided the only way for Pablo and his younger siblings to have a chance in this world is to head for American. Through fire and brimestone, they made it.
Living in the slums of New York certainly wasn't an easy task, but Pablo's mother and father stayed strong and taught their children many valuble lessons in life before their death.
After graduating from HS with honors, a 4.8 GPA and being named Valendictorian, Pablo was accepted to Princten university. If only his family could see him now.
Pablo decided to pursue a Political Science degree at Princeton. He's never been happier, earning the respect of his professors and fellow students, and has met the love of his life, a nice Jewish girl from New Jersey.
After graduating, Pablo and the love of his life decide they want to help their country anyway possible, so they work hard, days and nights, get loans, do whatever they can and eventually open up a nursery for young children. They run it by themselves and help 1000s of lives throughout it's run.
Pablo has taken an interest in running for office in his city. Through hard work and much dedication, Pablo is elected Mayor. He brings great joy to his city, crime is down, the local schools are in great shape, respect has returned to his little town.
He marries the love of his life, has 4 children and has become a hero to those who know him.
One night, taking a walk, Pablo is hit by a drunk driver. In the hospital and barely breathing, with the love of his life sitting next to him, holding his hand, she asks him what one thing he wanted more than anything, anything... and she will try her hardest to give it to him.
Pablo says, "What I wanted the most, my love, I know cannot have. To be President of the US and lead this great country to many years of happiness."
Hmmmm.
Yeah, sorry. That little story I just wrote basically sums up what I'm feeling and what I just cannot stand.
The fact that if you're not born in the US, you can't become our President. Maybe I'm alone on this issue, who knows... but it's just something I'll never stand.
There could be a Pablo out there, who COULD have been our greatest leader and lead us through 4, possibly 8, incredibly happy years, but it just can't happen, won't happen and it irks the living shit out of me.
Living in the slums of New York certainly wasn't an easy task, but Pablo's mother and father stayed strong and taught their children many valuble lessons in life before their death.
After graduating from HS with honors, a 4.8 GPA and being named Valendictorian, Pablo was accepted to Princten university. If only his family could see him now.
Pablo decided to pursue a Political Science degree at Princeton. He's never been happier, earning the respect of his professors and fellow students, and has met the love of his life, a nice Jewish girl from New Jersey.
After graduating, Pablo and the love of his life decide they want to help their country anyway possible, so they work hard, days and nights, get loans, do whatever they can and eventually open up a nursery for young children. They run it by themselves and help 1000s of lives throughout it's run.
Pablo has taken an interest in running for office in his city. Through hard work and much dedication, Pablo is elected Mayor. He brings great joy to his city, crime is down, the local schools are in great shape, respect has returned to his little town.
He marries the love of his life, has 4 children and has become a hero to those who know him.
One night, taking a walk, Pablo is hit by a drunk driver. In the hospital and barely breathing, with the love of his life sitting next to him, holding his hand, she asks him what one thing he wanted more than anything, anything... and she will try her hardest to give it to him.
Pablo says, "What I wanted the most, my love, I know cannot have. To be President of the US and lead this great country to many years of happiness."
Hmmmm.
Yeah, sorry. That little story I just wrote basically sums up what I'm feeling and what I just cannot stand.
The fact that if you're not born in the US, you can't become our President. Maybe I'm alone on this issue, who knows... but it's just something I'll never stand.
There could be a Pablo out there, who COULD have been our greatest leader and lead us through 4, possibly 8, incredibly happy years, but it just can't happen, won't happen and it irks the living shit out of me.