(Weds. September 24th, 2008)
Telephone rings, an elderly gentleman in a nice suit picks up the phone.
John:
Hello?
George:
Hey John, what the hell’s going on down there?
John:
Things are going really well George.
George:
What the hell are you doing stopping the campaign, are you loco?
John:
Well, Sarah thought people’d think I really care about this wall street thingy if I suspended the campaign, you know, align my priorities …
George:
John, you’re not making any sense, did you clear this through Dick?
John:
You mean Rick?
George:
NO! Dick you idiot, everything goes through Dick!
John:
Well, no, ah..
George:
Oh my god, he’s gonna be pissed…
Look, I’m gonna have to call you back, I gotta call Dick and see what he wants to do.
(10 minutes later)
George:
Hello John,..
John:
Yes
George:
Look, if we’re lucky we can still turn this thing around, Dick said you still have mileage on that “Maverick” spin, so I’m going to invite you and the “boy” down to sort things out, you follow me…
John:
Ah..
George:
…then you’re going to walk in there with this plan that’ll kick the s**t out of the Dems plan and come off looking like, you know, a hero.
John:
But, I don’t have a plan.
George:
Dick will have one ready by the time you land in DC, bring your reading glasses this time.
John:
Okay, what about the debate?
George:
What about the debate?
John:
I don’t want to go.
George:
We’ll talk about that when you get here..
(the above conversation is fictional, any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental)
