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Photo source: daily dot I am deeply honored to be telling the vision that has since been on my mind for a while in the most possible way I have ever imagined. I have wracked my mind how best I would tell it; it was not until I was admiringly looking at Mrs. Clinton’s photos  recently and I got the picture (above) that would best tell what I envision in the Presidency of the first female President of the United States, Hillary Rodham Clinton . As I have noted time and again, if there is anything that I admire about President Obama and Mrs. Clinton among the very many things, it’s their authentic selves—especially in the realm of political maturity , for purposes of this article. As I noted earlier in the road to President Hillary Clinton , her resilience is certainly a thing anyone in the world would admire, she is indeed is a fighter—“fighting for us, we are stronger together”, do those words ring a bell? By now they should be the words every sane American has subscrib


. Some months ago when I published my sincere and heartfelt memoir for President Obama , whiles endorsing the phenomenal Mrs. Clinton, I emphasized how America should be out rightly proud of the person in the next president of the united states: the first female president, after the first black and successful president, indeed America is a land of opportunity where hard work pays handsomely. If you have been paying attention, you must be aware that she is the only person who has had the worst republican harassment besides President Obama. Recently, I watched Sheryl Sandberg deliver her commencement speech address and they are words she said that would best describe what Hillary Clinton has traversed and how it has put her at the epitome of her political career: “ in the face of the void, you can choose joy and meaning. You are not born with a fixed amount of resilience—like a muscle, you can build it up, draw on it when you need it.In that process, you will figure out who you


The words of Joseph Addison: “When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider the rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs of some that died yesterday, and some that died six hundred years ago, I consider the great day when we shall all be contemporaries, and make our appearance together ” Several things have happened that have incessantly called us to listen to Fear and yet we keep sliding away the fear j