"We can be there in two hours...yes
sir....no, we have
our own security
.......classified?.....I
understand.........you
are welcome.....good
bye". Mela closed up her new G-phone and turned
to me. "Tory?
We have been called to
Washington D.C. by
W for a meeting on the
economic crisis.
He needs us there today...." "ohhhhkay, does he know we are like......broke?"
I asked Mela. We both knew our campaign funds
have dwindled to a total amount of $4.24
and frankly, the thought of either of us
having any
ability to help in the crisis was a total
joke. "Well, I am not sure why he wants us,
but McCain and Obama
are both going to
be
there, so I guess
being qualified to
solve
this economic mess
is not a condition
on
attending",
Mela replied and
we both
cracked up laughing.
Since our attending the White House meeting
was to be classified
as top secret, and knowing
that no matter where
we went the news cameras
would be following,
Mela decided to use
the trip to our Nations
Capitol as a campaign
stop. She quickly
dialed our East Coast supporters
and by the time we
arrived in Washington
D.C. a rally and
fund raiser was scheduled. As our airplane taxied to the terminal, Mela
pointed out the window
to smoke rising from
the far side of the
loading zone. "Hmmmmm",
I softly said just
as the flight attendant
came up to us - knelt
down and whispered,
"we are having
some trouble with protestors
in the terminal and
the pilot thinks that
you both should come
with me through the
service entry.......
after all the passengers
have left."
"ahh, go poof yourself", Mela shouts
at a protestor
Both Mela and I trusted her, and we did as
she instructed -
waiting until the two pilots
and the other flight
attendants approached
us and lead us off
the plane to the service
entrance. As we walked together down the gray concrete
corridor, the pilot (named Jasmaal) informed
us that our visiting Washington D.C. was
all over the news and that there were organized
protests happening at several places in the
city. Jasmaal stopped walking and turned to Mela
and me. "People are really scared of you two", he said softly, "fear is a dangerous and deadly thing."
I am going to have
our driver take you to
your hotel for your
own safety. You two be
careful and you have
my vote. He smiled at us as we shook his hand and
then headed to the
black limo waiting for
us in the parking
garage.
The hatred and prejudice against us as Avatars
was evident
everywhere
The trip to the Embassy Suites Hotel was uneventful....at first. When we turned
down 10th Street we were greeted by a mob
of protestors carrying the most awful signs.
NO AVATARS was the most popular (along with
CARTOONS SUCK). As the protestors caught sight of us arriving
they swarmed the limo banging on the sides
and chanting, " AMERICA FIRST...AVATARS
MY A@@...PIXELS ARE THE WORST.....CARTOONS
KISS MY A@@". Hey...that rhymes", I told Mela as I
started snapping
my fingers to the
beat of
the chant. Mela laughed
and just shook her
head. "Let's
see what happens
when we
get out", Mela
said as she opened
the
door of the limo. The crowd backed up as Mela exited the limo,
creating a three
foot half circle of open
space between her
and the sea of angry Avatar-haters. The crowd quieted down a tiny bit while one
of the louder men
crossed the open
space
and came up to Mela.
"GET THE F@%K OUT OF HERE....."
he screamed at Mela as if she was a wild
bear approaching a small child. "shhhhh, calm down", Mela softly
said to the angry
protestor. "If we
have offended you,
just tell us what we have
done and we will
try to fix it", she
added as I got out
of the limo to a roar
of boos and hisses. "GAWD, you CARTOONS are as DUMB as you
are UGGLLLYYY",
the man shouted at Mela
and the crowd roared
and started chanting
"CARTOONS SUCK,
CARTOONS SUCK".
"I liked the
other one better, I shouted
in Mela's ear, it
rhymed better, I think."
Mela laughed and
nodded in agreement. The chant died down and Mela asked the angry
man, "exactly
what is it that you are
protesting?".
"YOUUUUU!",
the man screamed
at Mela. "YOU ARE PIXELS...YOU
ARE PERVERTS.....YOU
ARE
DANGEROUSSSSSSSSSSSS",
he screamed,
ending his sentence
with a snake like hissing
sound. I grabbed Mela's hand and tugged it showing
her I was ready get away from the angry mob
and enter the Hotel. "Let's just go
inside", I pleaded. Mela turned to the
angry man one last time and told him to "go
poof himself", which just infuriated
the man even more (even though he probably
had no idea what poof meant).
Another protest against us as Avatars in
downtown New York.
We checked in to the Embassy Suites and arrived
at our suite right
as the telephone
was ringing.
"Hello?...we are on our way..., Mela said and hung up the phone. There is a car waiting for us downstairs
to take us to the
White House",
Mela
told me. "We
need to go". We took the elevator down to the lobby and
were greeted by stern
looking Secret Service
men with wires stuck
in their ears. "This
way, please",
a burly agent said
as
he lead us to an
awaiting limo. Inside
were
four more agents
who kinda all looked
alike,
and none of them
spoke a word as we
rode
to the White House. We arrived at the White House and were greeted
by Treasury Officials who were about as friendly
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"Well that was a total waste of time",
I told Mela as we left the Oval Office four
hours later.
"Yep, those
are nice enough fellas,
but they sure are
out of touch with
regular
people and Avatars",
Mela answered.
"Do you think
that they will do
what
we advised them to
do", I asked
Mela.
"Well Tory,
I am afraid that Senator
Obama and McCain
are more concerned with
getting elected President
than telling Americans
what they need to
hear, and in W's case...well,
I think he really
does care about the problems
in the economy but.....
he is getting some
baaaaaad advice from
Tory and Mela try to speak to an anti-war
rally in Washington D.C.
somewhere",
Mela replied.
I nodded in agreement. We arrived back at the Embassy Suites with
the protestors still hollering like pigs
in a slaughter house. Mela and I dashed into
the hotel as BOOOOOS and GO HOME filled the
air. "GAWD, don't those people have
jobs or something", I half-jokingly
asked Mela as we got in the elevator. "Yep",
Mela answered - "they are what you call
professional protestors...they will protest
anything for a buck". I was not sure
if she was serious. We freshened up and headed to the rally which
was adjacent to the
Hotel (thank gawd). The
rally was suppose
to be to get us elected,
but it had already
turned into an anti-war
rally by the time
Mela and I took the stage
- with a few Avatar-haters
in the mix to
keep things interesting,
I suppose. I had not prepared an anti-war speech since
i kinda figured almost
everyone is against
war, so began to
TRY to speak to the
crowd
about my energy policy.
"America has spent ... importing fossil fuels.", I shouted to the crowd.
The Police were wonderful and actually saved
us from violence .
NO WAR! NO WAR! NO WAR!, the crowd chanted drowning out my attempt
at getting them to listen to the logic of
my friend, T. Boone Picken's, energy plan.
They would have no part of it. They were
consumed with one issue - to stop the Wars
in Iraq and Afghanistan. I held up two fingers
and made a peace sign and the crowd went
wild. The chants changed to "TOREEEE! - TOREEE! - TOREEE!. Mela leaned over to me and said, d@mn girl,
that was easy",
causing me to smile
and cock my head
in my trademarked Tory look.
The crowd just cheered
more. Mela took my
hand and we did the
traditional politician
wave to the crowd
and walked off the stage. "Uhm...Mela.....what in the world just
happened", I
asked. Mela laughed
and
answered, "well
Tory...I think we
just
discovered how to
win this Election".
How? I asked. "Just
tell the people
what they want to
hear", Mela
replied.
"You don't mean LIE"? I was shocked
that Mela would even
suggest a thing. "Tory,
it seems it is not
lying when you are a politician
- I think they call
it .....uhm.....understanding
the people or something".
I stopped
as we got to the
bottom of the stairs leading
off the stage and
looked at Mela as if she
was from outer space.
"Why not"? "Listen to your
opponents in this
election. they are decent
enough people, but
do you really think they
are going to do everything
they promise?...of
course not. Part
of politics is knowing what
people want to hear
and then saying it. GAWD,
Tory...are you that friggin naive?" My jaw just dropped. I could not believe
what I was hearing.
Mela knew me better than
that; and she sure
as heck knew that I cannot
lie - it is the way
I was put together in
Moove. "I hope you learn this before we reach
New York", Mela smugly quipped..."they
will eat you alive if you do not..."
For the first time since I decided to run
for President, I was having serious doubts.
I found myself wondering whether or not Mela
really knew me at
all. I was still worried
and confused as we
touched down at La Guardia
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"We can be there in two hours...yes
sir....no, we have
our own security
.......classified?.....I
understand.........you
are welcome.....good
bye".
