Here I come, ready or not
Hillary is "unbowed" by her third place finish in Iowa, says the AP.
Sen. Hillary Clinton, unbowed by a third-place finish in the Iowa Democratic caucuses, hailed a "great night for Democrats" and said the strong turnout pointed for sure to the election of a Democratic president in November. She said she would "keep pushing as hard as we can." ... With former President Bill Clinton and their daughter, Chelsea, standing to one side of her and former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright to the other, Clinton said, "I am so ready for the rest of this campaign and I am so ready to lead."
Timothy McVeigh chose the poem "Invictus" as his epitaph. The Guardian says he handed a handwritten copy of William Ernest Henley's poem to the prison warden, Harley Lappin, just before his death. It's what most comes to mind when the word "unbowed" is used in conjunction with defeat, though somehow, I don't think the AP thinks in this way.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
But maybe a modern politician would end the poem with a different couplet.
Polls are the master of my fate:
PACs hold the mortgage on my soul.
Barack Obama's victory speech. "They said this day would never come. ... I'll be a President who finally ends this war in Iraq and brings our troops home. Who restores our moral standing. Who understands 9/11 is not a way to scare up votes."