Are you udderly having a cow? Do you have a beef with authorities? Are you moooved to unite with other cows?
Four score and seven years ago, our fore-udders grazed in these fields with big dreams and bigger cuds. Bessie stood at the top of that hill and looked down over her herd. She stood there and she nodded. The herd fell silent. And Bessie, she chewed her cud calmly. Slowly. And with the sun sinking behind her and the shadows cascading across her udders, do you know what Bessie said?
She said, “moo.â€
It was a simple, yet decisive “moo.†Punctuated with an emphatic “clink†from her cowbell. And that speech, my brothers…that speech is what brings us here today. Bessie saw the other side, and let me tell you: the grass is most definitely greener.

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