I remember that late night of may 1965. The crappy town of Lewiston, the half crowded gym and cynical reporters from Boston and what not. I remember the tension before the bell rang and the people swearing at Ali. The hell if I had any pleasure watching them fight. And Bam! Liston was down in the blink of an eye. Damn, did Ali look good in that shirt.
You can do dirty things like beating people up, but if you do, do it with class. Life’s an art; Pirart Society.
We know the battle ahead will be long,
but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way,
nothing can stand in the way of the power of a Pirart calling for change.We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will only grow louder and more dissonant.
We’ve been asked to pause for a reality check.
We’ve been warned against offering the people of this Society false hope.
But in the unlikely history of the Pirart Society, there has never been anything false about hope.
(text derived from a too famous speech, anybody paying attention to what’s happening in the word will recognize)
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