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"What Might Have Been?"
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He had heard the President was a very personable and likable man who had the ability to relate, and bond with people. "Do you fellas want any coffee or anything to drink? All I have to do is push this button over here and I’ll have more people crawling around here trying to stuff donuts and cookies in your face than at a Boy Scout picnic." The President laughed again with that deep, scratchy, phony forced laugh he has become noted for on the comedy channel. "You know, being President has its perks. I am the most powerful man in the world and I can have just about anything you fellas want in here in about two minutes." He laughed again. "Have some of these." The President offered a crystal bowl full of unidentifiable, nutty looking things. "You know, Reagan always had jelly beans on his desk, and before that Jimmy Carter always had a bowl of those boiled peanuts on his desk. I hated those damn things. I don’t know what that Bush fella had, I think it was those Texas fartless baked beans, or something like that." The President laughed twice as loud at his joke and was joined by Camille and TW. The President had one of those laughs that made other people laugh at his laugh, or because of it. "I got a bowl full of these Arkansas corn-jiggers on my desk and I’ll tell you I like-em a lot better than jelly beans." The President cracked one in his mouth and it sounded like one of his teeth broke as he bit into the corn-jigger. "I’ll be famous someday as the corn-jigger President." "Mister President, I wanted to follow-up on our last meeting and let you know how the plan is proceeding." Camille pressed the conversation with a slightly impatient, all-business demeanor. "Oh yeah, I was going to ask you about that." The President said cracking another corn-jigger between his molars and pressing the service button. "Watch this. I got-em trained. One ring means come in and see what I want. Two rings means bring me a glass of buttermilk. Three rings means I want a baloney sandwich. Four rings means I want a steak dinner. I got-em all the way up to ten rings. The service around this place is pretty good, let me tell you." The President looked over his shoulder waiting for the attendant to arrive. "This will really piss them off. When I only ring once and then ask for a glass of buttermilk. They don’t say much, but I know it pisses them off." "Yes sir, Mister President, and the service should be good. After all, you are the most powerful man in the world." Camille said. TW sat silent and in amazement. Camille’s deference to the President seemed a cross between how Claudius acted in the presence of Caligula, and a Jerry Lewis-Dean Martin skit, or maybe it was Laurel and Hardy. In only a few minutes TW determined without any doubt that this President was truly, as stated at dinner last Saturday night, "a moron." Obviously, not an academic moron because he managed to graduate from a couple different colleges, and obviously not a political moron because he had enough sense, in the absence of a "vision," to go with the political wind and dupe those "Yellow Dogs" into voting for him time and again, but he played the part of a moron on the grand stage, in the grand play, of human events. Here is a man with the opportunity to write history, to establish a name and a legacy among the great names and legacies of modern democracies, and instead, he pursues the whims of a libidinous libertine. Here is the most powerful man in the world and his primary concern in life is corn-jiggers and orgasms. For centuries he will be known as, not the great statesman, not the great diplomat or military leader, not the great thinker, but as the pervert in the White House or the "Corn-jigger President." He will be compared, unfavorably, to earlier lascivious leaders like Tiberius, Caligula, Nero, Commodus and JFK. He will be remembered, as a noted scholar referred to another historical figure of small stature, "As great a man as he could be, without morality."
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A plot to blackmail the President of the United States that may result in a second American civil war. An ancient, secret organization manipulates American and world politics to their own advantage using modern lobbying techniques and the legal flexibility only found in western democracies. Senators and Congressmen and woman are bought and sold like hard-boiled eggs in an Irish bar on Saturday night. The First Lady attends a subversive political junket at the old Dupont Mansion- in Cuba.
Thomas Windtrouble graduates from law school late in life looking for a change of venue. During salary negotiations for a new job he is shocked when his future employer offers him $100,000 a month, plus perks, when he was hoping for $100,000 a year. His duties include attending parties, junkets, and fund-raisers with corporate giants, mega-Foundation directors, Senators and Congress-persons and foreign dignitaries, among others. TW soon finds himself immersed in political intrigues and deceptions at the highest levels of American government. Visits to the White House via secret underground tunnels and visits to hidden underground bunkers in the West Virginia hills reveal a glimpse of “politics as usual” that are rarely revealed.
In a quandary, TW loves his new job not to mention the incredible salary. But, he has found himself in a nest of TICS (Traitors, Idiots, Cowards & Saboteurs) and he can’t get out. In only a few weeks he learns more about “political reality,” deception, sedition, and conspiracy than anyone could possibly imagine. A look at a White House that “might have been” depicts a deviously childish and reckless president propped up by “cooked” poll numbers and a false media, and the extent that president will go to script his legacy.
About the Author
The author, grew-up during the “Happy Days” of the 1950s and the "Classless Days" of the 1960s in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. Times were tough, the collars were blue, the beer came in little green bottles, the government cheese was plentiful and politics was local. Over the years he watched Ike play golf, JFK play around, and heard LBJ announce he would solve all our problems- for a price. He was angry at Dicky but outraged by Jimmy and began to look closely at political veracity and integrity. Ronnie returned national dignity and brought down the evil empire while George I took his “silver spoon” and whacked Saddam. Then came Bill and politics will never smell the same.
The author writes this book more out of disgust at the political sophistry and nonsense he has seen over the decades than anything else. He claims no moral high ground to pass judgment on anyone and in fact, has spent little time in church over the past several decades. Evolving from a die-hard “yellow-dog” Democrat who fell for the line “Don’t ask your country what it can do for you ask, what can you do for your country?” He became a “Carter-Republican” before he became a “Reagan Democrat,” and was grateful for the return of our national dignity during the 1980s. Although still a Democrat at heart with that 1950s Pittsburgh soot still in his blood he could not help but recognize the ingenuous, if not distorted media coverage of all events not just political and the gradual leftward shift in Democratic politics. The final straw may have been the 1991 “60 Minutes” interview with the Clintons.
Retired from the military with advanced degrees in business and law the author has worked as a museum curator and part-time military historian over the past decade and continues to be shocked and dismayed by the political hypocrisy and distortion proffered by today’s media and politicans. This book is an attempt, “to join them if you can’t defeat them.”