Saturday, October 28, 2006

Spiralling Downward: George Allen's Latest Desperation

Good lord! George Allen's internal polling must be worse than we thought.

Just when we thought this race couldn't get any dirtier, the Allen campaign makes an issue of fictional characters in serious novels about war.

Here's an excerpt from a novel we'd like to see about a Presidential contender, fighting for his political life in an unexpectedly tight Senate race, which would expose the ugly horrors of a political operative living a double life:

Sitting at the podium, taking hostile questions from the audience, Senator
Greg Alpen longed for the good ol' days when he was, literally, the big man on
campus, brash, confident, king of the hill.

In his mind, he flashed back to those days. The former quarterback was in
the locker room, standing, his 6' 4" frame dominating the small group of fellow
player-friends after the game.

"You see how I stiff-armed that nigger," he said, looking both ways to make
sure no black teammates were within earshot. "Put him right on his black ass!"

They all laughed. Turning to the locker room attendant, a dark-skinned
student from India working his way through college, Alpen shouted, "Hey,
Macaca--get me a towel." He and his friends guffawed again.

When the attendant showed up with a white towel, Alpen threw it at him.
"Not this, Macaca. Get me my Confederate battle flag towel!" His friends hooted.

"Bet you five bucks I can bed that cheerleader Debbie tonight," said Alpen
as he made an obscene pulsing gesture with his groin.

The Senator's reverie was interrupted by another question, this one from a
Hispanic woman. These people have some nerve, he thought as he smiled and gave
his pat answer as if he really cared what she thought.

With his internal polls showing a race rapidly slipping away, Alpen made a
mental note to get together with his advisors that night. Maybe they could dig
up some new dirt on his opponent.

Hell, if they had to, they could just pull stuff from the guy's novels and
use it to smear him--Alpen didn't read much, but if the novels were any good
they must have some kind of steamy sex and ugly violence they could use.


Yes, fiction can be ugly, but not uglier than real life.

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