Prejudice plays the fool, when mere lack of sense would be the highest wisdom.
Too many people forsake praising God for the pleasures they have in order to pray for trouble they haven't.
However you may shape things up, there is more down fool prejudice about politics than anything else in this world except Mormonism and religion.
One of the strangest things in the economies of this world is that the poor people who need money never have it and the rich people who don't need it have more than they can use.
"When the Campaign Liar Quits."
When the hurrah days are over
And the ballots all are cast,
There's perchance a tinge of sadness,
Over glories that are past;
But we have our compensations;
For no matter how it flits
There's a joy that beats unbounded
When the campaign liar quits!
While the red fire and the rockets
Fill the skies with rosy glare,
There's a kind of inspiration
In the shouts and music there;
But we pass it up with gladness
And contentment on us sits,
When the ballots all are counted
And the campaign liar quits!
He is trained in facts and figures,
He's a prodigy, in sooth;
He can tell the smoothest story,
But he shies away from truth;
So we gladly lose the glory,
(It was never worth two bits!)
When the ballots all are counted
And the campaign liar quits!