Haint they raised salary arter salary of officeholders when the people never asked it?
Haint they brought us to a gold basis and made it hard for people to pay interest and mortgages?
Haint they made it easy for the money-lender to foreclose agin the borrower?
Haint they destroyed millions and millions of the people’s greenback money?
Haint they demonitized silver?
Haint they done everything agin the people and nothin for them?
And what has the people to show for all the money they have destroyed, and salaries they have increased, and mortgages they have foreclosed, and bad laws they have made, but hard times and debts, and people without homes, and cheap wheat, and low wages, and high interest, and big taxes, and foreclosin, and beggin, and the Lord only knows what all?
Yet Jobe and his likes will vote the strait ticket, and I suppose will keep a votin it until the bull calf knocks their brains out.
What has Jobe and his likes got to show for all the votin they have voted? What, I say!
If we can save our farm, and if we raise enough to pay the interest and taxes this year, and a little besides, I am a goin to git me a pair of them bloomers and go to workin and votin for more good laws and less polerticks; and the fust polertician that comes around our house talkin “party success” and “party principles” Ile kick clear into the middle of the big road—Ile do it if I split them bloomers from waistband to waistband in doin so.