The Reincarnation of Saint Sanderson
They are preening in the town hall seated far apart. While the diminutive Boring does not have an imposing appearance, we must remember this is in a society that had not yet developed TV. Radio is the medium, and in that arena, his mellifluous voice carries him. Sanderson looks nervous and fidgety, his white hair more unruly than ever.
The moderator, a man with thinning silver hair and a deep voice, begins the introduction.
"Our debate will be conducted like a conversation and the candidates will be able to question each other freely while they are making their comments. I want to introduce them to our audience tonight as well as to our audience of millions of listeners, all of whom by their presence are participating in this great democratic debate that enables us to choose the candidate who best represents our beliefs and values. To my right is former Vice President Biden Boring."
There is applause.
"And to my left, Senator Sandy Sanderson."
"Sanderson won the coin toss and we will begin with his opening comments."
Sanderson strides to the podium, and puts both arms on the rostrum. He looks out and raises his left hand.
"The time has come to take on the billionaires, and unfortunately my good friend, Biden," Sanderson gazes to the right and points to Boring, "is their representative. It is time for the people to vanquish their oppressor and rise up against the fraud being perpetrated. It is time to reveal the truth about the autocracy being supported by the media, by their slavish fawning for the powers that be. It is time for people to rise up and protest, and say no more lies, no more propaganda, no more hiding the truth. This I will fight until I breathe my last breath!"
Sanderson pounds the rostrum with his final word and sits back down.
Boring rises up on his tippy toes. It's a quirk he developed when he was very young, walking on his tippy toes, which resulted in the nickname Tippy and was still used affectionately by his friends. President Dumpf who was not his friend referred to him as "Tiny Tippy Toes." After tip-toeing to the podium, he looks out at the audience and over at Sanderson, and smiles.
"Yes, I represent the billionaires, Sandy, but I also represent the working Joe. I was one myself once working in a neighborhood swimming pool, and most of the time, I was the only white brother there."
Sanderson interjects: "Is that what sparked your involvement in Civil Rights?"
"Oh, yes, I was one of those guys that sat in and marched and all that stuff."
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