My Fictitious Life #2

It wasn't what I was expecting. Attending the Democratic National Convention was only a trip I was taking for the fun of it. You know what I'm talking about. It was one of the trips that you can say, "I did that." But what happened at the convention was more than I could have possibly imagined.

I was getting a Diet Coke when I ran into some of the delegates. We chatted, and shared our opinions. On some matters we agreed, and on others there was a friendly disagreement. As we talked our crowd began to grow. We shared, they listened, and occasionally offered a "Here! Here!" This continued for hours until it was time for the delegates to cast their votes.

Then the delegates gathered to proclaim their votes. State by state I heard them saying, "We cast ALL our votes for..." and they shouted my name. At first there was a murmur in the crowd. "Who is that?" "What about positions on issues?"

Those listening to our conversations started answering them, explaining my positions with accuracy. It was like light bulbs went off through out the convention center. Suddenly people were shouting my name. Demanding I take the nomination.

As the majority of states cast their delegates for me, all but Oklahoma, I was overwhelmed. How do you respond to one of the two major political parties asking you to be their nominee? I didn't know what to say. I just stood there with my hands in my pockets when people carried me to the stage. Then I started my speech. It was a spontaneous speech, with a lot of Billy Joel lyrics.

I set out my economic plan, my health care plan, and my foreign policy. Much to my surprise, they were so pleased with these thoughts that even men were passing out. Electricity filled the hall. As the balloons fell down and the band played "Big Shot," I proudly accepted the nomination for the Democratic party to be president of the United States of America.

I'll see you at the inaugural ball.