[Note: This column is a work of fiction. It is chock full of speculation, hypothesis, and conjecture and is slated to be the World's Laziest Journalist's official entry in the 2010 Lunatic Organization of Conspiracy Theorists' Nutty Idea of the Year competition (which, like Fight Club, can't be discussed).]
Sometime between 1973 and 1998 a clandestine group of patriots met (in secret, of course) and selected a group of young Democrats who were screened by a committee of psychologists as being fully qualified to be manipulated clandestinely for Republican Party purposes at a future date.
Members of the group were young, intelligent, highly motivated members of various Democratic minority splinter groups.
The psychologists were, like their highly paid associates who specialized in advising lawyers about the selection of potential citizens for jury duty in a specific case, looking for more than just a high IQ. The right candidates had to show several specific qualities such as a tendency to be headstrong, proud, strong willed, arrogant in private, eager to please, and have high moral principles.
Interesting sidelight: some tests used in the selection questionnaire used in the past by various Personnel Departments to evaluate potential employees contain the question "Do you ever lie?" All applicants who respond "Never" were automatically eliminated from further consideration.
The selectees were then subjected to a close inspection of their paper trail and a few who had interesting inconsistencies were advanced to the next elimination round.
The best candidates had to show a strong aptitude for self-deception. For instance, a guy with a minor speech impediment, such as a slight bit of teeth whistle (it would be noticeable in words with an "s") while speaking, had to be susceptible to flattery especially the kind that promoted the idea that he was a powerful and charismatic orator. That's just one example. There are others, but we assume you get the picture.
The Democrats who made it to the "groom for success" elimination round, were then given some stealth boosts to their career. We are not suggesting that the art of election deception via electronic voting machines was being used at that point in the history of democracy in action, rather, we are asserting that some bits of "off the record" assessments, such as "don't say I said this, but we are really afraid of candidate X (Is that a deliberate pun on Malcolm X's name?)" were fed to eager political pundits, who dutifully spread that idea as far and as fast as they could.
In America, it is absurd to maintain that the journalists, who value the fact that (as Mike Malloy is wont to say) theirs is the only profession with Constitutional guarantees (The First Amendment Freedom of the Press), would play the Judas role for forty pieces of silver because we all know that America has the best journalists that money can buy. They would never knowingly play along with this hypothetical scenario which suggests they were played by Republican strategists, but it could happen in another country and so we will press this impossibility into use for this example of a lunatic theory. (Didn't Sinclair Lewis say it best in the title to one of his books: "It Can't Happen Here!"?)
Back to our ridiculously absurd (Welcome Dadaists) confabulation (If Word says it is a word and you still want to challenge it; we say: "Look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls."): Some of the unwitting Democrats were put on the fast track to success and subjected to some extensive media fawning. They were given more "we really fear that guy" boosts.
The best was selected (by this point in history, the electronic voting machines were "in play") to become the Democratic Party nominee to play the rodeo clown who would divert America's attention away from the budget bloating effects of the invasion of Iraq, Osama bin Laden's miraculous escape from the trap in the Tora Bora mountains (which was just like a Three Stooges episode?), the 2004 election results in Ohio, the questions about Building 7, the convenient timing of the Spectrum 7 Energy Corp's stock deal with Harken Energy, and last, but certainly not least, the biggest blunder in 43's life when he traded Sammy Sosa. [Not to mention the mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of Ronald (St.) Reagan's former costar, Bonzo.]
The backroom Swengalis aren't done with their fall guy yet. His greatest service to the Republican puppeteers is yet to be played. When the Republican majority in the House is sworn in next January, our hypothetical hero would (subjunctive mood for conspiracy theories) be called on to play the greatest victim role in the annals of American History.
What could be a better way to divert America's attention away from JEB Bush's campaign than the Impeachment Process? Our hero shut down the idea of a war crimes trial for Dubya. It worked so well in the past, why not make a sequel? Gees, do you have to be a Hollywood insider to know how well the sequel gambit works?
When the hapless fellow is accused of lying he'll have to deny it, even though all the personnel departments in the world expect honest applicants to admit that they have told lies. It's OK to tell lies, just don't take it to the level where the bogus information is supposed to be considered "true under penalty of perjury."
Like a rookie baseball player who is goaded into taking a lead off first that is one step beyond the point of no return, this hypothetical example fellow, unfortunately, has however inadvertently provided the Republicans with a bit of paperwork that will be terrible binary choice: either the fellow has committed perjury and should be impeached or he wasn't born in the USA, which disqualifies him for the office he holds.
Maybe an Impeachment Hearing would finally answer the nagging question: "Who would want to kill Dorothy Kilgallen and why would they want to do it?"