"I dream that one day, even Mississippi, a place where justice disappears and oppresses into wind, will become an oasis of freedom and justice."

I dream that one day my four children will live in a country that evaluates their quality not by their skin color but by their character.”

Although the five southern continents are still insisting on discriminating against black people, on Wall Street in Greater New York, the leaders of the extreme anti-homos and homosexuals hugged each other tightly, which shows the world the great spiritual power of the United States.

There is nothing impossible in this land. Under God's guidance, everyone exudes love for the country and the people from the bottom of their hearts. This love makes us fight for the eternal love and peace of mankind.

...

Daniel Brewster was anxious and the limelight was stolen. Wouldn't he be in vain?

A microphone came over from below, and he squatted down without looking carefully and delivered an impromptu speech.

He said it very well, but after he spoke almost, he realized that the other reporter seemed to have a little accent in English...

He asked quickly: "May I ask, you are that news media!"

"Kamenev, a special correspondent in TASS in New York, Comrade!"

Brewster's face turned green...

Although Russian foreign propaganda is a scumbag, according to the usual virtues of this group of people, I don’t know how they just said that. If I export and return to domestic sales, it will be easy to be regarded as a gangster!

"No, I have to ask Edward to add money!" Mr. Brewster swore secretly.

Just when he wanted to continue nagging for a few more words.

Comrade Kamenev had already walked to Alan Ginsburg with a microphone: "Alan, can you tell us why you came to participate in the rally today? Because of your anger towards social injustice? I suggest that you can go to Moscow when you have time. We welcome such a great poet like you!"

"Why?" Alan Ginsburg fell into deep thought. Obviously, this is the attitude a poet and philosopher should have when facing such problems.

Hei and White Hitler took the opportunity to break free from his control and returned to his team in a mess.

Kamenev's waiting was not in vain. After a while, Alan Ginsburg said in his usual slow tone: "I... heard that there is activity here, so I... come.... You know I have a lot of h and need a walk so that I can continue to come. By the way, I'm hungry now. Do you have food here?"

(After drawing a large m, you will feel a strong sense of hunger, which is often used to treat anorexia)

"Sorry..." Kamenev didn't expect it to be this answer, "I, I don't have food here, but you can wait..."

"Vladimir Vladimirovic, please go to McDonald's and buy some giants? Our great poets need nourishment now..."

"Or why do you want to make some of this first?" Kamenev took out a flat stainless steel wine pot from his arms.

"What's this?"

"Vodka? Take a bite, you will feel the unique majesty of the Soviets..."

Alan Ginsburg took it, poured half of the pot in one breath, and then hugged Kamenev and started waltzing...
Chapter completed!