I inherited the War on Drugs from a former president who inherited it from a president who also inherited it from a former president. I’m not sure who it is that we are fighting but I know we are not winning.
We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime. We'll leave much unfinished for the next generation.
The Boomers have modeled a set of bad habits, and one grand gesture is not going to unwind all those bad habits.
We are the people of this generation, bred in at least modest comfort, looking uncomfortably to the world we inherit.
We are that future generation of the past, inheritors of all the wishful thinking, simple illogic and flawed compromises that produced the near-term benefits our parents and grandparents worried about but ultimately wanted.
My administration inherited many problems across government and across the economy. To be honest, I inherited a mess.
So you come soon to power, but you have merely inherited the crisis and yours is the profit of cancer.
My reading of history is that we continually inherit trouble.
The rich man's sons inherits cares; The bank may break, the factory burn, A breath may burst his bubble shares, And soft, white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn.
