<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Minutes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, with the force of a ram that discharges its ponderous body<br>Straight at the rear elevation of the luckless culler of simples,<br>The foot of Herculean Kilgore-statesman of surname suggestive<br>Or carnage unspeakable!-lit like a missile prodigious<br>Upon the Congressional door with a monstrous and mighty momentum,<br>Causing that vain ineffective bar to political freedom<br>To fly from its hinges, effacing the nasal excrescence of Dingley,<br>That luckless one, decently veiling the ruin with ready bandanna,<br>Lamented the loss of his eminence, sadly with sobs as follows:<br>'Ah, why was I ever elected to the halls of legislation,<br>So soon to be shown the door with pitiless emphasis? Truly,<br>I've leaned on a broken Reed, and the same has gone back on me meanly.<br>Where now is my prominence, erstwhile in council conspicuous, patent?<br>Alas, I did never before understand what I now see clearly,<br>To wit, that Democracy tends to level all human distinctions!'<br>His fate so untoward and sad the Pine-tree statesman, bewailing,<br>Stood in the corridor there while Democrats freed from confinement<br>Came trooping forth from the chamber, dissembling all, as they passed him,<br>Hilarious sentiments painful indeed to observe, and remarking:<br>'O friend and colleague of the Speaker, what ails the unjoyous proboscis?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342807" data-title="From The Minutes de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="When, with the force of a ram that discharges its ponderous body Straight at the rear elevation of the luckless culler of simples, The foot of Herculean Kilgore-statesman of surname suggestive Or carnage unspeakable!-lit like a missile prodigious ..."></div> </div> </div>

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