Abe Lincoln, Bob Dylan and John Bolton

Written by Roger Wright

Connecting Abe Lincoln and John Bolton Thru Bob Dylan

He gives power torepparttar faint and strengthensrepparttar 118068 powerless. Isaiah 40:29

Abraham Lincoln had a sinus headache.

September in Washington DC. The day brought news ofrepparttar 118069 battle at Manassas and it looked like there was no stopping Lee. Lincoln's head was throbbing. Maybe writing out his thoughts would help. Dipping quill into ink and unrolling a piece of parchment to write, he stretched out is long legs and fluttered his arms in small circles to begin--looking like some tall, gawky Art Carney procrastinating in a way sure to make Jackie Gleason start hollering.

But he couldn’t write. His head just hurt too much.

So he went to put on a record album. (This was before CD’s were invented.) Maybe that would help him relax. Easerepparttar 118070 throbbing pain.

Thumbing throughrepparttar 118071 albums filed in a wooden crate—made from rails he had split himself—he slipped out an early Bob Dylan. “With God on Our Side.” Plunking it on torepparttar 118072 White House turn table, he movedrepparttar 118073 arm on torepparttar 118074 vinyl,repparttar 118075 needle inrepparttar 118076 groove and then gave that bad boy a spin. Leaning back with his eyes closed behindrepparttar 118077 big White House desk that would someday be used by Warren Harding, Chester Arthur and George W Bush, Abraham Lincoln shut his eyes and soaked inrepparttar 118078 Dylan lyric:

Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is calledrepparttar 118079 Midwest It’s taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side.

Lincoln smiled, his eyes still closed, as Dylan went on:

Ohrepparttar 118080 history books tell it They tell it so well The cavalries charged The Indians fell The cavalries charged The Indians died Ohrepparttar 118081 country was young With God on its side.

And asrepparttar 118082 Dylan permeated into every pore of that craggy, rugged frontier face, his big sad eyes opened, he picked uprepparttar 118083 pen and he began to write, trying to figure out what to do next. Lincoln wrote:

How To Cash In On Your ‘Ailment Capital'

Written by Rev. James L. Snyder

Right afterrepparttar president won his re-election bid forrepparttar 118067 White House, he made an interesting comment. He said he was going to spend his "political capital" wisely.

At first, I did not understand what he was talking about, but then I began to think about it. All his work in getting re-elected won him a certain amount of influence withrepparttar 118068 people who helped re-elect him.

I never thought of it that way. But it got me thinking about my own situation, so I began evaluating my capital. It certainly wasn't in my checkbook.

Although I have lots of checks remaining,repparttar 118069 bank insisted I didn't have any capital in my account. According torepparttar 118070 bank,repparttar 118071 only capital I had was in my name.

As I dug around in my life, I discovered I did earn capital and I needed to figure out how to spend it wisely.

The capital I'm talking about is my "ailment capital." My recent illness, which necessitated me going torepparttar 118072 hospital, certainly had earned me some spendable capital. The more I thought about it,repparttar 118073 more excited I became, almost like putting on a pair of trousers and finding a $20 bill inrepparttar 118074 front pocket.

I was anxious to begin spending my "ailment capital." After all, my illness had cost me quite a bit and represented a major investment on my part. So now, I intended to get some payback.

My first plan of action was to tell people about my illness. I had rehearsed my story and knew it well. However, it was then I ran up against a block wall. It rather caught me off guard, if you know what I mean.

The first person I met set my plan into action. Carefully I introducedrepparttar 118075 subject of my stay inrepparttar 118076 hospital. Much to my bewilderment, they immediately began postulating on their recent visit torepparttar 118077 hospital. According to them, their stay inrepparttar 118078 hospital was much more serious than my stay inrepparttar 118079 hospital.

I slipped intorepparttar 118080 conversation, when I hadrepparttar 118081 chance, that I experiencedrepparttar 118082 worse headache while inrepparttar 118083 hospital.

"Headache?" They almost shouted to me. "You talk about headaches. I had such a severe headache thatrepparttar 118084 nurse gave me enough pain killer to put 12 elephants out of their misery, and it never even touched my headache. The doctor told me that it wasrepparttar 118085 worst headache he had ever seen in his entire life."

When they took a breath, I jumped in and mentioned how high my temperature was.

"High-temperature? You talk about high-temperature; my temperature was so high they had to put me in a tub of ice cubes for three days before my temperature even came down. The nurse told me that it wasrepparttar 118086 worst case of high-temperature she had ever seen in her life."

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