Ronald Reagan - On the Challenger Disaster (1986)

Madam, Sir, I must go back to the Federation and the chance tonight, I am the engine cover, precaution and Destroy, but I said, No, what lead me earlier today experience the state name. I am mova maybe rotted, and mourning. thank this man, and the name of a challenger nancy in middle of shuttle tragedy. All the people hurt the State seems to fly. true national loss.

nineteen years ago, the day will come when the closest three astronauts because of terrible by accident, and lost. but I am never lost astronaut fligt. You are like a tragedy, and we are never Believed. and maybe the shuttle crew, and us, Audacity, and you know it. but, yigov honor, Danger, but it overcame them brilliantly, and the challenger jobs Mission, seven. We mourn seven Hero: Michael smith, dick scobee, ronald mcnair, judith resnik, ellison onizuka, gregory jarvis, and christa mcauliffe. many us, nation mourn loss together.

Seven, hammer, or tragedy, and we are All his family. We are touched, but with a loss, and then umqu a man you think us sentiments. but, he dare of a brave and in middle of action, how, like angels to me and a special competition that is the name again. explore the universe with hunger, he said, they told the truth, and the room in the Castle. yiguh I want to, and they were afraid. Everyone on the table.

century which we are Strong than swearing by it. hard to dazzle us. but the United States again, and again, and said united space program--twenty-five united that YEAR--fell. as time passes, we become only the strength, than swearing by it maybe that idea came as the indifferent start. pioneers. the crew members, and the challenger pioneers and, with them, and so on.

See ya, and coverage of life and said america who shuttle takeoff schoolchildren. the lawsuit against the lounge hadqu' hard, but sometimes Things then you will know. In recognition of his discovery and exploration of all. the chance of every horizon and from the big bang. doesn't what belonged to the fainthearted; It belonged to the brave. What is the conscience of the challenger crew and what they will tell us.

He paused and he gave us this must be so wonderful in faith movement: the shoe always diminish and program space, and what happened today. program space, yet cover us. keep what is the third secret, and the engine cover and the US Mission. Come on front all of you, and we, and the public. in recognition of that, we become free and the minutes of Friday, wouldn't it. now do not fight. shuttle to the other shuttle crew and civilians fligts and others, and Yes, the other to the other Volunteer teacher, what is. It is true that here, his face, and nothing. supply the supply and profit of our hope and live and profit hovercraft is full of eels. I am not a man, I can speak, but who Operate all of you, and who worked for nasa or I want to add them, and I would like to talk to me: "you impressed us and the professionalism and dedication SCENE decades!"more than anguish or fly. profited us sit by me. "

It was an expensive commodity today. Death occurs in the olden days was a great explorer 390, and I will never Back away from the ship, Sir Francis drake entered panama coast. lifetime and wonderful Ocean frontiers of life was death, and get away from the area, and the boy. well, today, no crew, and said any challenger maqar later historian: dedication. He and drake.

your honor us space shuttle challenger crew alive in the room, and they dochha the name of life. to them, I never forget a face Touched Earth kahless, the last time they slipped them in the morning, eels, now of our preparations, and the day will come when we see tip or a surly bonds.

what do you want.

(English to Klingon and back 2x)
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd planned to speak to you tonight to report on the state of the Union, but the events of earlier today have led me to change those plans. Today is a day for mourning and remembering. Nancy and I are pained to the core by the tragedy of the shuttle Challenger. We know we share this pain with all of the people of our country. This is truly a national loss.

Nineteen years ago, almost to the day, we lost three astronauts in a terrible accident on the ground. But, we've never lost an astronaut in flight; we've never had a tragedy like this. And perhaps we've forgotten the courage it took for the crew of the shuttle; but they, the Challenger Seven, were aware of the dangers, but overcame them and did their jobs brilliantly. We mourn seven heroes: Michael Smith, Dick Scobee, Judith Resnik, Ronald McNair, Ellison Onizuka, Gregory Jarvis, and Christa McAuliffe. We mourn their loss as a nation together.

For the families of the seven, we cannot bear, as you do, the full impact of this tragedy. But we feel the loss, and we're thinking about you so very much. Your loved ones were daring and brave, and they had that special grace, that special spirit that says, 'Give me a challenge and I'll meet it with joy.' They had a hunger to explore the universe and discover its truths. They wished to serve, and they did. They served all of us.

We've grown used to wonders in this century. It's hard to dazzle us. But for twenty-five years the United States space program has been doing just that. We've grown used to the idea of space, and perhaps we forget that we've only just begun. We're still pioneers. They, the members of the Challenger crew, were pioneers.

And I want to say something to the schoolchildren of America who were watching the live coverage of the shuttle's takeoff. I know it is hard to understand, but sometimes painful things like this happen. It's all part of the process of exploration and discovery. It's all part of taking a chance and expanding man's horizons. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. The Challenger crew was pulling us into the future, and we'll continue to follow them.

I've always had great faith in and respect for our space program, and what happened today does nothing to diminish it. We don't hide our space program. We don't keep secrets and cover things up. We do it all up front and in public. That's the way freedom is, and we wouldn't change it for a minute. We'll continue our quest in space. There will be more shuttle flights and more shuttle crews and, yes, more volunteers, more civilians, more teachers in space. Nothing ends here; our hopes and our journeys continue. I want to add that I wish I could talk to every man and woman who works for NASA or who worked on this mission and tell them: "Your dedication and professionalism have moved and impressed us for decades. And we know of your anguish. We share it."

There's a coincidence today. On this day 390 years ago, the great explorer Sir Francis Drake died aboard ship off the coast of Panama. In his lifetime the great frontiers were the oceans, and a historian later said, 'He lived by the sea, died on it, and was buried in it.' Well, today we can say of the Challenger crew: Their dedication was, like Drake's, complete.

The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honoured us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for the journey and waved goodbye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.'

Thank you.

(President Ronald Reagan - January 28, 1986)

"bohemian rhapsody"

real life?
Mission that is fantasy?
a landslide
There is no escape from the reality.

his eyes opened.
round about him, he saith he saw heaven and Earth.
poor only boy or sympathy, and is very near
Easy Come, easy go to,
a little high little low,
the wind the wind doesn't really Matter anyway, I.

mama just killed a man, gentlemen,
the gun against my head.
gas is new, now he is dead.
mama, life will only start
but it is a step away, and now I'm going to honor all of me;

mama, ooh
You are vichel something Lil cried out,
so, because we have to repair process again, and said that body to-Morrow,
carry, I carry no Deposit men accurate.

It was too late come on time
send shivers spine vi'og.
sore that the ghost of time.
Goodbye, everybody, do what he suffered him the way it did?
the truth behind all the gotta be bad and you're free to go.

ooh, mama (who said the wind anyway),
I don't want to die.
I will never of his face from me I want to sometimes.

the man sees a little silhouetto
scaramouche, scaramouche, fandango you?
thunderbolt and ligtning.
frigtening ones to me.
galileo (galileo).
galileo (galileo).
galileo figaro
magnifico.

poor only boy, I love me dag torpedoes can deny.
only him, the family of a poor boy from the poor.
life is a monstrosity from too much of him.

Let me see You come, come, easy come, easy?
bismillah! No, not yet, you let us Straightway. (let him come!)
bismillah! Come let us You three. (let him come!)
bismillah! Come let us You three. (I see the day come!)
I will never let you are interested or not. (I see the day come!)
I will never never let You Immediately
I will never let me see ahead, on the right.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no;
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (mia mama, come let me see.)
I am a witch without branches, I have for me beelzebub.

Therefore, I am able to, and he spat, and stone you are sexy, think you?
He cannot love me and now I'm going to Die, think you?
excellent, sweet, or yours, baby,
only, just gotta gotta Get outta here, and that is the right Acquisition.

(on right hand Yes, Yes, on)

accurate or Deposit
anyone can see
accurate or Deposit
accurate or Deposit.

the wind anyway, who said.

(1x English to Klingon)
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"Bohemian Rhapsody"

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.


Anyway the wind blows.

(By: Freddie Mercury)

"Certainly"

He is one of those heavy and weak, weary of his dreary, and ponder

It seems it is not quaint dumer Coalition – a volume of lore have

and your eyes I nodded, Nap, I am suddenly Come, confront, and tapping.

the man honored during some belonged to the bottom when you start – blind

"We Pray that some visitor, I muttered, ' jinon, and they call the blind man, blind man" – tapping

and no House. "

Pooh eats the distinctly bleak December;

and it came to pass in those days, when they saw him Die at all, She was on the floor to Win separate ember.

I want to be closed when he died, do you want that?; – borrow vainly seek

in the book of lost Lenore surcease from the sad – sad –

rare and radiant maiden whom Angels name Lenore –

unlicensed name here in evermore.

and the silken, sad, uncertain rustling curtain Red Green and of all

Let me thrill, and mudech on the land – I've never touched before and;

my heart beat now and then, until.

"some entreat jinon visitor entrance Arm – take off

some late visitor entrance door entreat Chambers saw him; –

and no House. "

Like a spirit strength throughout the room, then slid it all the cat eats the hesitating

"Sir," I said, "no, my Lord, forgiveness is true; I implore

but it's a small Nap, and then you perform, you control the

and then tapping faintly tapping blind gajha' to see you there, I'd missed h

Maybe she sit here, and that is positive – "friends; Open –

another room, and the darkness.

bastard there until in the shield, the trembling light can change the darkness peering.

maxupqu is always there, with the dream of; or you can fire with the dream of his mortal dream

but the calm and stillness unbroken token.

only words, and words, "Lenore?" he whispers

I am, and whispers the words, I have to return to the last breath I must fix – echo "Lenore!"

and others have none.

My passion, all the Information in the room turned to me killed himself because

soon, more than I've heard louder repeated tapping occurs before recess.

"surely", "the Windows were something surely lattice; a blind man, and then,

thereat, what, then, and let me see explore mystery –

Let my heart and a little mystery explore. –

Warriors of the wind and the other jinon, behold! "

Here eyes shutter and flung me or flirt, and when

He is in the Hall or a recognition of yore saintly sees a day;

He was the third least obeisance made; stop or interrupt the third minute.

but perch can cold process if Denmark mien, my Lord or lady before the end – the door Above the third

only he was in the room, the door perch bust pallas – Above the third

and perch, and others have none.

Bird now sad and smile, then other beguile

Mass grave countenance, face eastern decorum

"then there is a crest or a shaven and shorn, my little daughter is at the vimus, then, I am sure no craven

I scheduled belligerent and His grim--no crier you to the shore from the wandering ancient rope –

What a night, "Mr. Conroy, the name lordly plutonian shore!"

I am qanay, I am definitely never says: "nevermore."

fowl discourse therefore plainly part of ungainly, shocked,

or third in vimus, then a slight indication answered – relevancy, you are Boring.

I agree with us or Help movement of life is the Human being that nothing

but the wall Above the door in the room I see the bird – the third is always

He is a beast or bird sculpture bust Above the door and the third impact,

Proud of, and the name "nevermore."

but Defense and placid bust, says only he sits alone

the first occurs in other words, the first words from the man with the elders outpour of him.

When he died, and the third day to them, or he wanted to – or – him.

It is important to guide others, scarcely more than a friend – another one, "he muttered before fly

How you were the only one, that Now he fly. "

Thus it is said bird "nevermore."

that was a great answer aptly said, the stillness broken Arm.

"doubtless" alteration, "or what is unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, and you will only sell stock?

some from the Unhappy caught whom unmerciful Disaster sometimes

You are boring, and fast, and the followers of the Klingons followed one three burden – song

was in the are boring, and burden, mouths and impatient hope confirming

never – nevermore. "

but the smile sad and others thus beguile,

but sitting in front of the whole door cushion, bird, and bust, the story of a wheel;

then he betook me velvet sinking gajha' l

the more he gives to others regret, what other, ominous, and some nobqu' bird – yore

grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird belligerent crowd, yore

movement of "nevermore." Lil croaking

No, but I guess I am vihuk, I am new, and syllable

and now I'm going to burn those fowl repeated in the eyes, then in middle of a bosom of;

Obviously, perhaps, others, Removing because I am back my troth, I murmured ease Now

gloated o'er, then says the velvet cushion line, prosper--if

but, he said, gloating o'er violet--velvet rope light

then he nevermore press Mass!

Therefore, it seems sharp or required strength and become denser, perfumed seems to bleed unseen from the censer

the name seraphim Swing falls tuft tinkle on the floor under the feet of hers.

"this is the open, and I am Done, I am pe'vilha," recovery "– we want to sent You the name God Angels cried out;

but the respite respite and nepenthe, from the story of All – Lenore falls.

a hand was dangling, quaff quaff kind nepenthe and lost Lenore! "

I am qanay, I am definitely never says: "nevermore."

"the prophet!", and then "things are evil! – If a prophet, or the witch is in the scenes, bird! –

tempter, perhaps, or maybe tossed, to send you, a plant here, and they came to pass in those days, and ashore

the Power of passion, but the Disaster but, undaunted, land – empty All enchant

the name horror haunt – to me, I implore, stones of the home of true, then –

There is a balm in gilead – so long? "Mr. Conroy!" – said – I implore

I am qanay, I am definitely never says: "nevermore."

"the prophet!", he said, "the prophet – evil Entity, then my Speech or a witch!

Alas, that I am not a US citizen – and light bent, we adore God gajha' you, the second name is –

Can I you, thus it is said was the apparent distant aidenn lade

Lenore writer saint whom the angels that name – clasp

clasp. rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore "

I am qanay, I am definitely never says: "nevermore."

"parting, bird or fiend sick sign!" I shrieked, upstarting, –

"we want to return to, and must return to Acquisition need eaves and plutonian shore!

When no one can explore the black plume grass, and token Acquisition and says!

When you Do, what is now, "he said, and he saw Hamlet unbroken! bust – the third light signal quit!

in my heart, and it backs off from the door of the create Bill! "

I am qanay, I am definitely never says: "nevermore."

and, of course, is always, always, they affirm, Defend and I want to say I never flitting,

pallas that Removing only the top three pallid bust;

Demon eye whatsoever and seemed to us the dream of

and he said throw streaming o'er--on the floor under the light for a testimony to them.

and, knowing that he was there on the floor, and not from the flow

then lifted – nevermore!

{English to Klingon and back again 2X}

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"The Raven"

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore – 
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door – 
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door – 
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore – 
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore – 
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door – 
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; – 
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" – here I opened wide the door; – 
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" – 
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore – 
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; – 
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door – 
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door – 
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore – 
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door – 
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered – 
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before – 
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore – 
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never – nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore – 
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! – 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted – 
On this home by Horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore – 
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore – 
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore – 
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting – 
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted – nevermore!

~ Edgar Allan Poe