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Aquino himself expresses gratitude to the U.S., attributing his release to "a tremendous effort on the part of America." On his various excursions to Washington and New York, he urges the United States to refrain from supplying Marcos with "napalm and guns" and asks that America not "intervene--just...
...likely Carter cooked up such a strategy. But that it does not defy the imagination underscores Carter's main weakness as president: he has not led, he has been led. If citizens agree with the president's own refrain that there must be "no acceptance of mediocrity in any aspect of our private or public lives," then Carter will surely lose in November. But once layers of rhetoric are peeled away--words should not obscure reality--citizens may be confronted with the disturbing notion that Carter represents quite accurately their attitudes. He has reflected a certain ambivalence, an ambiguity...
...then the song rolls along with the meter running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...
...then the song rolls along with the meter running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...
...then the song rolls along with the meter running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...