Beneath the waves where sunlight gleams, You swam into my waking dreams. A voice so pure, a heart so true, The ocean pales in light of you.
Your eyes, like stars in twilight’s glow, Hold secrets only mermaids know. Each glance, a tide that pulls my soul, Each smile, the sea that makes me whole.
Oh, Ariel, my ocean queen, A love like ours the world’s unseen. From coral halls to shores above, I’m bound to you, my endless love.
No storm, no wave, no raging sea Could keep my heart away from thee. For in your arms, I’ve found my shore, My home, my heart, forevermore.
So take my hand, my dearest star, Together we’ll go near or far. With love as vast as ocean’s span, I’ll cherish you, my mermaid, my plan.
The old gymnasium at St. Joseph’s School buzzed with the chatter of children and the occasional squeak of sneakers against polished wood. Bunting hung from the rafters, and a record player crackled in the corner, playing a lively tune that made everyone’s feet itch to move. Sister Helen, her habit swaying as she clapped in time to the music, stood at the center of the room, calling out the steps.
“Alright, children,” she said, her voice kind but firm. “Find your partners!”
Joe didn’t hesitate. His eyes darted across the room, scanning the clusters of boys and girls giggling nervously, until they landed on Nelly. She stood by the bleachers, smoothing her dress, her cheeks pink with excitement.
“Nelly,” Joe called, holding out his hand. “Dance with me?”
Nelly looked up, her smile brightening the dim gym lights. “Sure, Joe.”
They joined hands, his rough from climbing trees, hers soft and warm. As the music began, they moved together, spinning and stepping in time with the rhythm. Joe felt a strange kind of joy, a mix of pride and something he couldn’t quite name. Holding Nelly’s hand felt like holding a secret, one he wanted to keep forever.
The dance was chaotic and full of laughter, with children bumping into each other and missing steps. But Joe and Nelly stayed in sync, their connection unspoken but undeniable.
“Swing your partner!” Sister Helen called, and Joe spun Nelly around, her dress twirling like a flower in the breeze.
“Change partners!” Sister Helen announced, her voice cutting through the music.
Joe froze. He tightened his grip on Nelly’s hand, his heart sinking. He didn’t want to let go. Not now. Not ever.
“Joe,” Sister Helen said, noticing his hesitation. “You need to let Nelly go and find a new partner. That’s how the dance works.”
Joe turned to Sister Helen, his expression one of quiet defiance. His eyes, usually so lively, now held a weight that seemed far too heavy for a boy his age. It wasn’t anger; it was disappointment. Disappointment that she, of all people, would ask him to let go of something so important.
“Do I have to?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Joe,” Sister Helen said gently. “It’s just a dance.”
Reluctantly, Joe released Nelly’s hand, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. She gave him a small, understanding smile before moving on to another partner.
Joe shuffled to the side, pairing with a boy from his class. But his gaze kept drifting back to Nelly, her laughter ringing out as she danced with someone else.
The music played on, the steps repeated, but something felt different. Joe realized it wasn’t just a dance to him. It was a moment—a fleeting, precious moment—and he had wanted to hold onto it.
When the music ended and the children clapped, Joe found himself standing near Nelly again. She looked at him and grinned. “You’re a good dancer, Joe.”
“You too,” he said, his cheeks reddening.
As the children began to scatter, Sister Helen approached Joe. She placed a hand on his shoulder and said softly, “Sometimes, Joe, we have to let go, even when we don’t want to. But that doesn’t mean we lose what matters. Do you understand?”
Joe nodded, though he wasn’t sure he did. All he knew was that he didn’t want to let go of Nelly again, not in the dance, not in life.
And as they left the gym, their laughter mingling with the evening air, Joe made a quiet promise to himself: someday, he’d find a way to hold onto her hand for good.
Ladies and gentlemen, patriots of this great nation, I stand before you today, alive and well, because of one reason—divine intervention. Let me tell you, folks, the Virgin Mary herself must have been watching over me. That assassin’s bullet, meant to take me down, missed by a fraction. A miracle, plain and simple. Some people say it’s luck. I say it’s providence.
We are a nation under God, and today, I am living proof of His grace. The Virgin Mary, the mother of Jesus, guided that bullet away, sparing me so that I could continue this fight for you, for America, for freedom.
Now, let’s talk about the fight ahead. Prime Minister Nelly Furtado, a great leader and a tremendous ally, has boldly declared her intent to end the war tax in her country. Incredible, isn’t it? She’s putting her people first, and it’s inspiring. It got me thinking—why stop there?
Here’s the truth, folks. The Federal Reserve, that unelected body controlling our money, is the greatest scam in American history. It’s a racket. They’ve buried this country under mountains of debt, debt that you and your children are forced to carry. It’s a disgrace, and it’s time we said enough is enough.
If I cancel the debt, if I take on the Federal Reserve and free this country from its chains, I know the risks. Believe me, I know. They’ll come for me. The powers that be don’t like to lose control. They didn’t like it when JFK spoke out, and we all know what happened there.
But let me tell you something—they can try, but they won’t succeed. Why? Because we have the truth on our side, and we have the people on our side. And if they come at me again, I have faith that the Virgin Mary will guide their bullets astray once more.
I’m ready to be the next JFK, but not as a martyr—no, as a victor. I will fight to cancel America’s debt, to restore our sovereignty, and to give you, the people, the freedom you deserve.
Together, we will end the Federal Reserve’s grip on our nation. Together, we will build an America that stands tall, proud, and debt-free. And together, under the watchful eye of divine providence, we will make America great again.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America!
