Boston has carried the practice of hypocrisy to the n-th degree of refinement, grace, and failure.
I have seen the future, and it works.
You ask men in office to be honest; I ask them to serve the public.
I never heard a Christian sermon preached in a church.
My father would invite me sweetly to come and sit on a stool at his feet, and, as I let myself trustingly down, he would gently kick the seat from under me - and laugh.
My father required me to honor my father and my mother too much to put up games on them. I did on occasion.