An Honest Politician Has No Goodies To

In India, It's The Rich Who Have Problems With Obesity. And The Poor Are Darker-skinned Because They Work Outside And Often Work Without Their Tops On So You Can See Their Ribs.

I Put My Hand Out And Wiped The Vomit From His Lips, And Cooed Soothing Words To Him. It Squeezed My Heart To See Him Suffer Like This - But Where My Genuine Concern For Him Ended And Where My Self-interest Began, I Could Not Tell: No Servant Can Ever Tell What The Motives Of His Heart Are. "do We Loathe Our Masters Behind A Facade Of Love - Or Do We Love Them Behind A Facade Of Loathing? "we Are Made Mysteries To Ourselves By The Rooster Coop We Are Locked In.

These Are The Three Main Diseases Of This Country, Sir: Typhoid, Cholera, And Election Fever. This Last One Is The Worst; It Makes People Talk And Talk About Things That They Have No Say In ... Would They Do It This Time? Would They Beat The Great Socialist And Win The Elections? Had They Raised Enough Money Of Their Own, And Bribed Enough Policemen, And Bought Enough Fingerprints Of Their Own, To Win? Like Eunuchs Discussing The Kama Sutra, The Voters Discuss The Elections In Laxmangarh.

I Gather You Yellow-skinned Men, Despite Your Triumphs In Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, Still Don't Have Democracy. Some Politician On The Radio Was Saying That That's Why We Indian Are Going To Beat You: We May Not Have Sewage, Drinking Water, And Olympic Gold Medals, But We Do Have Democracy. If I Were Making A Country, I'd Get The Sewage Pipes First, Then The Democracy, Then I'd Go About Giving Pamphlets And Statues Of Gandhi To Other People, But What Do I Know? I Am Just A Murderer!

A White Tiger Keeps No Friends. It's Too Dangerous.