Let me finish tonight with this.
Washington, D.C.—this city where I am now—is a strange place. If you looked at it from above, from a satellite, you would see hardly a single factory and certainly no smoke billowing up from manufacturing.
No, the only thing made here in the nation’s capital are deals. It’s a place created for one thing: for elected people from across this country to come and meet, get to know each other, and find a way to direct the country.
It hasn’t always worked out. In 1861, we went to war with each other—the North on one side of the Potomac River, the South on the other—and 600,000 men were dead.








