Twelve score years ago our forefathers, all four of them, brought forth on this continent a newly constructed nation, conceived in competition and dedicated to the proposition that most people are losers and only a few of us get to be winners.
Now we are engaged in a great uncivil election testing whether that nation, so constructed, has enough losers to make me president of the United States. We are met on a great stage in that election. I have come to dedicate a portion of this stage to vicious and vile insults of crooked Hillary and the media monsters who unfairly support her in a rigged political process. It is altogether fitting and proper that I should do this, believe me.
But, in a larger sense, I can not insult, I can not insinuate, I can not incite on this stage. The things I have previously said, truthful and otherwise (mostly otherwise), have already destroyed this election far above my poor power to now add or detract from that destruction. The world will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget my hair, and the desecration I have done to the presidential selection system. It is rather for me to be here dedicated to that cause for which I gave the full measure of my twitter account--that I here highly resolve that this election shall not have gone on endlessly and in vain--that this nation, under Trump, shall someday have a new wall of freedom--and that publicity of the Trump, by the Trump, for the Trump, shall not perish from cable news networks.
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