The crowd grew silent as the steady man stepped up to the podium. The somewhat small but projecting man peered out upon the crowd. He prepared to make a speech, which he felt could make or break his cause.

“William Jennings Bryan once said, ‘Destiny is not a matter of chance, but a matter of choice.’ And it is upon these words my friends that I wish to deliver to you a message. It is now our time, and it now our choice to make. We are the ones who have built this country up, and those ideals upon which we have built it up, have now been betrayed. And this is why I turn to you. We have constantly been ignored by our oblivious and so-called ‘elected’ officials who disregard the concerns and cries for help from us, the people, in favor of their own self-centered goals of their careers. Now is our time to change this. We are the majority and we have a chance to make history and decide what is to be our true destiny. I now turn over the choice to each and every one of you…you are either with me; with us, or you stand by the wayside and allow you fate to become nothing more than a matter of chance.”

He left the crowd with these words and quietly exited the stage and made his way home.

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