In Kentucky during the late 19th century political campaigning was done on horseback.  More accurately on muleback.  The two competing candidates would ride mules over the dusty roads from small town to small town and debate.  They would stand on everything from a stump to a courthouse porch.  Two candidates for governor were riding the pathways through several small counties in the hills of eastern Kentucky.  Every stop they would get up and speak.  The last stop was usually the county seat.  It was late August when the two arrived in a miserably hot little county seat.  The tradition was for the candidates to show their manliness by taking several 'swigs' out of a jug before the speechifying. This being the last stop of several for the day, and the temperature was in the 90's, they were way past manly and closer to crocked.  The first candidate got up and blistered his opponent in the most vile fashion his stupor could muster.  The second candidate got up on the courthouse steps.  The scenery started to spin.  He felt an awful sickness coming upon him.  I should say coming up, literally.  He violently vomited all over the courthouse steps, porch, and the most rabid supporters in the front row.  He screwed up his dignity and in his most stentorian voice bellowed "ladies and gentlemen.  This man just makes me sick".  Did you catch the State of The Union speech?