No one's ever dared come out and say it before, but there's not a man among us that doesn't think it, that doesn't feel just as you do about her and the whole business - feel it somewhere down deep in his scared little soul.
Ken KeseyRead
Mr. Bibbit, you might warn this Mr. Harding that I'm so crazy I admit to voting for Eisenhower. Bibbit! You tell Mr. McMurphy I'm so crazy I voted for Eisenhower twice! And you tell Mr. Harding right back — he puts both hands on the table and leans down, his voice getting low — that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November.
Interpretation
This quote humorously expresses a defiance against conventional political views by exaggerating one's support for a politician.
In this quote, the speaker uses hyperbole to illustrate a sense of rebellion against the norm, suggesting that their choice to vote for Eisenhower—an often polarizing figure—shows just how unconventional and 'crazy' they are perceived to be. This playful admission highlights the absurdity of societal expectations regarding political allegiance and turns the act of voting into a source of humor.
In practice
In a speech at a political rally to break the ice with the audience.
No one's ever dared come out and say it before, but there's not a man among us that doesn't think it, that doesn't feel just as you do about her and the whole business - feel it somewhere down deep in his scared little soul.
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