An article that was reported to have been printed in a
Portland newspaper in 1933 and it still is germane today.
The politician is my shepherd; I am in want.
He maketh me to lie down on park benches.
He leadeth me beside the still factories,
He disturbeth my soul.
He leadeth me in the path of destruction, for thy party’s sake.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of depression,
I anticipate no recovery, for he is with me.
He prepareth a reduction in my salary in the presence of mine enemies.
He anointeth my small income with taxes:
My expenses runneth over.
Surely unemployment and poverty shall follow me,
All the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in a mortgaged house forever.