Written by Rev. James L. Snyder

"When in polite society," my grandfather opined, "never talk about religion or politics." Then he would dismiss himself from said "polite society" and talk about nothing but religion and politics.

Mostly, he talked about politics and believe me, he had a lot to say onrepparttar subject. Much cannot be repeated in polite society or any other society.

All I know about politics I learned from my grandfather and yet, to this day I don't know if he was a Republican or a Democrat. He prided himself in being an independent thinker.

He was so much an independent thinker that often he would takerepparttar 118155 opposite side of an argument.

For more than 20 years, he served inrepparttar 118156 Department of Transportation regardless ofrepparttar 118157 political party in office atrepparttar 118158 time. In fact, he wasrepparttar 118159 only person who never got fired when a new administration came to power. Every new administration thought he was on their side.

If a Republican was in office, he talked Republican and when a Democrat was in office, he talked Democrat. "It doesn't matter what you say," he once told me, "once inside that voting booth you are always boss." Then with a devious smile he would repeat, "always."

Few things in life he respected more than that voting booth. He deemed it a sacred obligation to vote and never missed a chance to exercise his American citizenship duty.

It was simply impossible to know how he voted. The secrecy of his vote wasrepparttar 118160 most precious thing he knew and could never understand why people boasted of who they were voting for.

I suspect, and I have no reason to really know this, he probably voted people "out of office" rather than in. Just a hunch I have, but will never know for sure.

Duringrepparttar 118161 recent political campaign I heardrepparttar 118162 phrase, "the devil is inrepparttar 118163 details." The first time I heard that phrase it came from my grandfather. But he always said it a little differently. "The devil," he stated, "is in de tales." Then he would slap his knee and roar with laughter.

Atrepparttar 118164 time, I laughed with him but I really did not knowrepparttar 118165 full import of his little joke. Thirty years later, I'm beginning to understand what my grandfather was talking about and I'm inclined to believe he was right onrepparttar 118166 money.

It is notrepparttar 118167 "details" that gives so much trouble, it isrepparttar 118168 insistence of "de tales," whererepparttar 118169 devil lies. It is probably as difficult for a politician to tellrepparttar 118170 straight truth as it is for a porcupine to go into business blowing up balloons for birthday parties.

My grandfather taught me that for a politicianrepparttar 118171 truth equals "fact" plus "spin." The spin, he alleged, was much more important thanrepparttar 118172 fact. According to my grandfather, any politician worth his salt can take any fact and spin it to make him look likerepparttar 118173 winner.


Written by Irvin L. Rozier

The Wildcat's Beginning Inrepparttar beginning when all things were nice There were no wildcats, there were no mice And then one dayrepparttar 118154 old man came out And said, "Let there be wildcats!" This he did shout. Then low and behold, a furry wildcat was born Meowing about on my Cwanga's farm. He said, "I'll do you no harm" With a sly little smile and plenty of charm. Oh how that wildcat could lie With a smug look and a twinkle in his eye.

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