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The History of a Campaign That Failed This little boy worked hard all his life to earn money so he could go to school, and he made good grades, although he probably didn't deserve them but only got them because he was in Kansas and everyone knew he was from Hawaii or Kenya, which made him special because nobody can remember where Hawaii is, except Anne Marie Smith, who was so prissy that she didn't even have to wear glasses so everyone could see her when she winked. In any case, he grew up and went to Harvard, which is a big college somewhere near Maine or Connecticut or one of those teeny-tiny states that nobody can remember on a geography quiz, or at least nobody in my class could remember the capital of except Anne Marie Smith, who was so snotty just because her daddy was a big deal in town, which is why I wanted to be a president or senator or own my own beauty shop or be something important when I grew up, like maybe governator of the State of Alaska, right after I beat the socks off of her in all the beauty contests we could find to enter—and I did, too! Anyway, he went to Harvard or somewhere like that and became a lawyer or something like that and came back to Kansas and worked hard to make things all better in the neighborhoods of Chicago, which everybody knows is full of Mafia goon squads and such things who are always shooting at each other and not even from airplanes, and finally was elected to the US SENATE from the state of Illinois or Iowa or someplace that has lots of corn and wheat and pigs and stuff, and lots of African Americans, too--the fake fake kind who aren't even from Georgia or someplace. He became a Nazi because he heard that the Nazis rounded up all the old people and killed nearly six million of them somewhere in Europe--Australia, I think--during one of those World Wars we had that nobody could keep straight except Anne Marie Smith, who always thought she was so important because her mother could make stew from fresh killed moosemeat, something that I soon learned to do better than she did and got my stew on national television to boot, and not just because it was a slow news day, either, although I had to make the network pay to have the house cleaned up because it was such a mess from my kids tracking in moose guts and fish scales and stuff because they know that because we eat we hunt since the supermarket doesn’t sell moosemeat. So he kept it a secret that he was a secret Kenyan and Muslim and Socialist and Nazi from Chicago, Iowa, which is near Kansas or Hawaii. |