by Marcus Emery

Created on: August 22, 2009

A public office is a public trust. Grover Cleveland said it. Trust me, I know. Anyways, I got a right to vote in this country, and I useta vote for the candidate I could trust. Them was the good old days. I've hopped a lot of clods, getting to the ballot box over the years; but I'm beginning to wonder if it's even worth the effort any more. I don't quite trust this newfangled electric vote deal. But, like I said, I got a right to vote. Trust me, I'll be using it till they grass me over.

Got me a hired man I can trust to the early milking, so I can still get to the vote ahead of the slickers. I been first there for the fifty years, every kind of election from bond issue on down to White Houser. So them politickers can trust me to show up from here on in, too. Wish I could trust'em to do the job the way I want. I useta could write and get an answer; even called Congress a couple times when ol' Tightpockets was there for four terms. He and I useta be on the town scrub team, him a pitchin' me a catchin'. When I get talkin' too fast My g's start dropping; but I can trust you to understand, can't I?

This is a new buncha beans we got in the politics bag nowadays. Seem to think Credit is Capital. I remember reading that in an old Robert Service book. He was a good fellow for turnin' a phrase, y'know. Y'never heard of him? Oughta look him up in the library. Or do you just watch TV? Look like a sharp lady, so you must study some stuff, some way. Didja say this here survey is for your Masters in Sosh? Whatever, I ain't afraid to express my opinions. I was on Iwo; y'know. What's an Iwo? Too hard to explain short of an hour. You'll just haveta trust me. Next question you got?

How do I feel about this year's crop? Crops don't come up for what I feel about'em. They usually turn out like the seed I planted. So does a few weeds. Used certified seed always, and it's been somethin' I can trust over the years. Useta be that way about the candidates, if they was branded I could figure they'd stick with the party line. Now there ain't isn't any way to know what them labels means. More like who's wheelin' and who's dealin'. Or swappin' saddles.Somethin's like ol' Shakespeare said, Rotten in the State of Denmark.

'Course, this ain't Denmark, but Kansas oughta count for somethin' dontcha think And my vote counts for somethin', too.

How do I see things today? With blinders on I guess, right and left ain't recognizable and things is blurry to bad ahead. Feel like ol'Dobbin. I'd really like to give you my straight-out opinion, Miss, but I don't trust myself from swearin'.

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