“Please, I’m asking earnestly or humbly for something.”
“You are begging for my help?”
There he stood, in his best chinos, looking much like a combo ad for Gucci, Lacoste Lopez, and Ralph Lauren. C.W. was in one of his favorite forms, Reggie, from The Young Conservatives Club.
“What sort of help do you need?”
“I’m going to work in what your species calls a political campaign for the first time ever.”
“You are going to do what?”
“I’m going to help elect a candidate. I may get to go to Washington, they tell me.”
“I see,” I said, but I didn’t. “I thought you were permanently assigned here.”
“Oh, but if I can get a ‘behind the scenes’ posting, it will boost my career.” He paused and scratched his nose. “But first we must get through the first or highest in rank or importances.”
“You mean the primaries.”
“You are getting bad about repeating everything I say.”
“Never mind,” I said. “Which candidate are you working for?”
“Uh,” I said, “and who is that?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Some campaign workers were having a hard time keeping them separate, so we just go by numbers, now.”
“I see,” I said, but I wasn’t sure I did. “So what is the major campaign issues that your Number, uh …, Five is going to focus on for the campaign?”
“That’s what you are going to help me with.”
“Oh,” I see, but I didn’t.
“Take a look.” With that, he turned took me to the kitchen table where a laptop computer was fired up and waiting. Across the screen was the beginning of a list, from One to Five, with the word “Against” behind each number.
“So let’s start filling in,” he said. “What goes by the first number?”
“C.W.,” I said.
“Reginald, please,” he said.
“Reggie, those are all negatives. What will Number Five be for?”
He looked at me as if I had just said that dry was wet. “Please,” he said, “our party has evolved beyond the advocacy paradigm.”
“You seem to be stuck in an era of reality and advocacy. That’s old fashioned. Get over it. Now let’s get busy. I have a deadline.”
I’d never seen him so forceful and full of hope. “Okay,” I said. “How about, uh, say, for the first number …Hillary Clinton.”
“Can’t,” he said. “Candidate Two, said early on that he would like to have her.”
I left that one alone. “President Obama?”
“Candidate Three, we call him ‘The Charmed One,’ captured him a month ago.”
“The Charmed One. So he is special?”
“Not particularly. It just means that maybe the third time is charmed, as you say.”
“I see,” I said, but I most assuredly didn’t. “War?”
“Please,” he said, “let’s be serious. We’re wasting valuable time.”
"Candidates One and Four are fighting over that one. Each claims he knows more about it.”
“Candidate Seven.” He nodded sadly. “And that’s a popular one. Wish I’d gotten it.”
“Candidates One and Four are battling over that one as well.”
“Oh heck,” he said. “I wish. But Candidate Eight, you know, the one with the funny hairpiece, grabbed that one straight away, right out of Candidate Two’s hands.”
“Nope, Candidate Nine, the fat one, is sitting on those.” He smiled. “Too bad for the women and kids.”
“C. …, Reggie, I’m running out of ideas. Why don’t you go against the grain and present your candidate as for something?”
He looked at me with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “Do you know what happens to our candidates who go against the grain, as you say, and advocate for something?”
“Not something good?”
He shook his head. “Have you ever heard of Archibald McGregor?”
“No,” I said. “I haven’t.”
“My point exactly,” he said. “Now get busy. Time is money.”
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campaign. I don't understand why. - C.W.
I searched my brain. I really wanted to help the poor guy. “Taxes?”
Number Nine, the crazy one, still claims them, but they really don’t bother our folks much anymore, so it is a weak platform.
I wasn’t sure which candidate he was talking about, but I kept thinking. Then it came to me. “Obamacare,” I said. “That’s a winner for sure.”
He shook his head. "Off-limits. It’s now Reaganaid.”
“Oh,” I said. “I see. And this time I believe I did.
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