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Like many seekers of higher office, Ann Callis doesn’t know financial hardship. But that’s O.K. Her elders did. When Callis started running for a House seat from Illinois, she was happy to recite the story of her father, Lance.

Governor of California, and How I Ended Poverty,” by Upton Sinclair, is probably the most thrilling piece of campaign literature ever written. Instead of the usual flummery, Sinclair, the author of forty-seven books, including, most famously, “The Jungle,” wrote a work of fiction. “I, Governor of California,” published in 1933, announced Sinclair’s gubernatorial bid in the form of a history of the future, in which Sinclair is elected governor in 1934, and by 1938 has eradicated poverty. “So far as I know,” the author remarked, “this is the first time an historian has set out to make his history true.

Throughout her tenure in the White House, Laura Bush was often described in faintly condescending terms as an old-fashioned first lady, as “the perfect wife,” as the anti-Hillary who “knows her place” and wanted only to stand by her man.

Why Colorado’s bow tie-wearing, tech-millionaire lawmaker is making his fellow Democrats nervous. Evveryone at the dinner party was talking about Jared Polis, who in Colorado political circles of late is discussed at least as much as the weather.

This was Alabama in the 1950s, when Jim Crow reigned and a governor’s race was determined by which candidate managed to secure the endorsement of the Ku Klux Klan. Long before he became the most powerful man in the Alabama Senate, before he controlled billions of dollars in state money and had lobbyists, governors, and future presidents seeking his favor, Hank Sanders used newspapers and magazines as bathroom tissue. 

After decades of struggle, the notorious doomsayer finally found fame and recognition. Then he shot himself. By the second Sunday of April this year, Michael C. Ruppert was broke. The 63-year-old cop-turned-writer and firebrand gained fame by starring in Collapse, a 2009 documentary in which he predicts society’s destruction. Publicity from the film was great — he went on a countrywide promotional tour — but compensation had fizzled out. By April, he was receiving just a couple hundred dollars per month in royalties to supplement his meager Social Security checks.

"It is quite all right for you to express yourself freely on war matters to me. This does not say you are right, but there is no harm in free expression to me. I can understand. But do, please, I beg you, be prudent in talking to others. If things go as you have foreseen, in the serene aftermath you can have your consolation."

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