An awful lot of people are predicting the president’s downfall — not only predicting but praying. We are a funny people. We elect our President, be they Republicans or Democrats, and then go home and start daring them to make good.
Congress meets tomorrow morning. Let us all pray: Oh Lord , give us strength to bear that which is about to be inflicted upon us. Be merciful with them oh Lord, for they know not what they’re doing. Amen.
We spent years of wild buying on credit, everything under the sun, whether we needed it or not, and now we are having to pay for it, and we are howling like a pet coon. This would be a great world to dance in if we didn’t have to pay the fiddler.
Live your life so you wouldn’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.
The President business is a pretty thankless job. Washington, or Lincoln either, didn’t get a statue until everybody was sure they was dead.
This country has been continually blessed with some fine women in the White House. Some of the men might have been able to stand a little overhauling, but there has never been a chirp of regret out of anyone about the female occupants.
In this country people don’t vote for — they vote against. You know that.
We get pretty excited over politics, and pretty soon it’s all over, and we settle down to cussing the guy we just elected. It seems like we can’t get a man that can take care of all of us after he gets in office.
Elections are really a good deal like marriages, there’s no accounting for anyone’s taste. Every time you see a bridegroom, we wonder why she picked him, and it’s the same with public officials.