Politicians !

Politicians !

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I thought it might be interesting to find out what people of substance, including politicians themselves think of politicians.

All of us who are concerned for peace and triumph of reason and justice must be keenly aware how small an influence reason and honest good will exert upon events in the political field. ~Albert Einstein

In order to become the master, the politician poses as the servant. ~Charles de Gaulle

Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where they is no river. ~Nikita Khrushchev

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry. ~T.S. Eliot

Politicians are like diapers. They both need changing regularly and for the same reason. ~Author Unknown

 Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel. ~John Quinton

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old
Of turning whatsoe’er he touch’d to gold;
This modern statesmen can reverse with ease –
Touch them with gold, they’ll turn to what you please.
~John Wolcot

 

We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. ~Aesop

Political language – and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists – is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. – George Orwell

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. ~George Jean Nathan

 

Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. ~Plato

Golf Joke on Politics

Golf Joke on Politics

Golf joke on the politics of seduction

I got this from ‘The Antics of Husin Lempoyang.blogspot.com’.

“Sugar and spice and all things nice”

While walking down the street one day a politician is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and he is met by an angel at the entrance.

“Welcome to heaven,” says the angel. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the man.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really, I have made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the rich politician.

“I’m sorry, but we have our rules,” says the angel.

And with that, the angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and dressed in the finest batik there is. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then indulge themselves on lobsters, caviar and the most expensive food there is. Present together is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where the angel is waiting for him.

“Now it’ s time to visit heaven.”

So, 24 hours pass with the the rich politician joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and the angel returns.

“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

The rich politician reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I am better off in hell.”

So the angel escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.

“I don’t understand,” stammers the rich politician. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning, just like you did during an election…… Today you voted.”