You Can Go To Hell -- I'm

A Bulger Of A Place It Is. The Number Of The Ships Beat Me All Hollow, And Looked For All The World Like A Big Clearing In The West, With The Dead Trees All Standing.

If I Could Rest Anywhere, It Would Be In Arkansas, Where The Men Are Of The Real Half-horse, Half-alligator Breed Such As Grows Nowhere Else On The Face Of The Universal Earth.

I Know Not Whether, In The Eyes Of The World, A Brilliant Death Is Not Preferred To An Obscure Life Of Rectitude. Most Men Are Remembered As They Died, And Not As They Lived. We Gaze With Admiration Upon The Glories Of The Setting Sun, Yet Scarcely Bestow A Passing Glance Upon Its Noonday Splendor.

I Have Suffered My Self To Be Politically Sacrificed To Save My Country From Ruin And Disgrace And If I Am Never A Gain Elected I Will Have The Gratification To Know That I Have Done My Duty.

It Is Quite Possible That Someone Is Insane And They Think They Have A Chance. Not Insane In The Clinical Sense, But They May Have Such A Strong Political Ambition That They Blind Themselves To Reality.