"Sure, I want to be governor," bellowed Louisiana's greying, gravel-voiced Earl Long. "Only one person in more'n two million people can be governor of this state. Think about that. Ain't that an honor? And then every time you go to the door of the mansion somebody's bringing you a turkey or a ham or a basket of something. I like that free stuff!"

As he toured the state's back parishes, sweating geniality, whomping out Dogpatch oratory, and invoking the magic name of brother Huey (whom he had called a "big-bellied coward" in 1931),...

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