The possible president
I sat at my desk, thinking about my career. I am a US senator. I was a poor farm boy who joined the military after high school. I did not want to work on a farm. I wanted to see the great wide world outside of my little hometown. I wanted to see new adventures. I always felt like I was destined for more then just life on a farm.
The army allowed me to become a sniper." I never told anyone, including my replacement, that I genuinely enjoyed killing people. Did I ever regret that part of my life? I was asked." Since I was getting groomed for president, I lied and said, "Of course. I thought about the wives and children left behind when I lay in bed at night." If I was honest I would have said that I thought of myself like an Angel of Mercy nurse at a hospital killing off people who I deemed not worthy of life. Since I wanted to be considered for president I of course could not tell them that. The truth is I would relive the shooting and feel great." How many people did you shoot." "Well, I shot about twelve. Eleven of them died. The twelve moved at the last minute, and I missed. He got me in the shoulder. After that, I was not a great shot, so I left the sniper group. The army gave me a disability, so I came back to the real world.
"What was your first job as a civilian?" "A small company that was starting to grow hired me as a mail boy. I worked very hard, and promotions came rapidly. I did not like my work, but I wanted to be successful.
At the age of forty, I became the company vice president. I missed my sniper duties, so I decided that I was one killing away from being company president. I satisfied two wishes: I eliminated the president by adjusting his car brakes, and I received a promotion to his job soon after he died in a car accident."
After about five years, I had loads of money and wanted a new career. Politics interested me. I thought having a wife would aid my quest.
Theresa was a super attractive young lady five years younger than me. She was looking for a rich husband, and I fit her bill perfectly. We met at a neighbor's party and hit it off immediately. We started dating, and soon after, I proposed.
Never in my life had I fallen in love, and this was no exception. I enjoyed her company, but she was no more than a piece of property. She was my property. I made it clear that messing around was unacceptable.
We talked about my running for the US Senate. It meant I would have to move to Washington. She had a great job as a real estate broker and did not want to leave the state. I asked her, "Theresa, would you be happy staying home and having me return every weekend? I would move but come home as often as possible." She was even happier to be married to a senator and gladly agreed.
Much to my surprise, I was an excellent speaker. Crowds started appearing at all my speeches. On Election Day, my vote tally was ten percent higher than my opponent's. It made me feel good about myself that I was able to succeed in this field, the public apparently loved me, and I loved being around them.
The president called me and congratulated me on my election. He was impressed with the turnout and my winning margin. He told me to stay clean and that my future looked promising if I stayed out of trouble. It was the opportunity I had been waiting for! This was an amazing opportunity for me!
During my first few years, I almost always followed the president and voted for his wishes. I did not have my ideology, but I tried to ensure the crowd and the president liked my vote. I craved the power and prestige the president's office would bring me. After two years, the president often talked to me on the phone and sought my advice. My advice was based on what the people wanted, not what was the best policy.
My married life went well. I went home almost every weekend and enjoyed my time there. She was a vision of beauty that got more ravaging everyday. Also, she was able to go toe to toe with me and always finished the New York Times crossword puzzle in ink.
During a visit with the president, he asked me, "If I asked you to be on my ticket as vice-president nominee on my ticket, would you accept the offer?"
"Hell, yes! Hell, yes!" The president smiled and said, "Stay out of trouble, and you're it."
