Flashes of Sanity #62: The unprobable campaign

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Today’s entry: The unprobable campaign


All these people knew nothing. Thousands. No. Tens of thousands. Maybe even hundreds of thousands. And all of them only wanted to see one man. The one who would save a country from disaster.

Marge Umington groaned. The man was a disaster. Two months of hectic campaigning had made her sure of it. Mistresses. Gambling. Rudeness.

And that wasn’t even touching on the family. A bunch of idiots who solely could end the world with their shit. Hiding them was a full time job. Everything was a full time job nowadays. Marge popped a pill of Clarahyxathen. Her tiredness immediately went away.

God, she thought. What will I do if the grey buffoon pushed SurgeRay into bankruptcy. She pushed the thought away. Only unhappiness came from thinking about SurgeRay’s future. She pushed the comradio to her ear.

“I want to thank you all from being here,” the presidential candidate said.

Soon, she thought. His first blurb will be any minute.

“But most of all I want to thank…” Marge pushed a button on her headset.

“the idiots who claimed I would not make it here,” the candidate continued in her com-radio. “Douchebags and in breeds, That’s what I call them.”

“my mother who has made taught me everything about the greatness this country is capable to,” the audience heard. “All the heroes, all our saviors.”

Marge released the button on her com-radio and let the candidate continue. One done, she thought. Twenty to go.

She looked up into the sky. Why did we chose him? She knew why, some bastards would be perfect in power positions. The problem was getting them there. With traits like fearlessness and hardworking, you can make the real difference. You just have to add humility every now and then. About every other sentence if one would be truthful.

Marge pushed the button again. “Let us rise together. Let us face the hardship in front of us. Let us make this a country to be proud of.” So much better than “Let’s get shit done. Let’s kick some f*cking asses.”

We need him, Marge thought. Just for these difficult years. He will make the right, hard, decisions. She looked up to the sky again. Hopefully that will save us.

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