The Trouble With This Country

One Man's Pointlessness Is Another's Barbed Satire.

The Rich Man Has His Motorcar, His Country And His Town Estate, He Smokes A Fifty-cent Cigar And Jeers At Fate. He Frivols Through The Livelong Day, He Knows Not Poverty, Her Pinch. His Lot Seems Light, His Heart Seems Gay; He Has A Cinch. Yet Though My Lamp Burns Low And Dim, Though I Must Slave For Livelihood- Think You That I Would Change With Him? You Bet I Would!

The Trouble With This Country Is That There Are Too Many Politicians Who Believe, With A Conviction Based On Experience, That You Can Fool All Of The People All Of The Time.

I Hate The Pollyanna Pest Who Says That All Is For The Best.

Elections Are Won By Men And Women Chiefly Because Most People Vote Against Somebody Rather Than For Somebody.