I have been working on writing a novel. It’s about a power-hungry local politician who has always been obsessed with running for office. After nearly 50 years, and almost as many attempts, he settled on being a running mate as VP.
After that unremarkable event, he still had the main obsession. So he had his personal political records sealed in a local university for safekeeping and then ran without even campaigning for the job he was obsessed with getting.
But early on he made a deal with media not to pry into his record and support him. For their own reasons, they complied with everything even providing a top historian to write speeches for him. He held few events limited to dozens of people for 15-minute rambling screeds that he could be a better president. Then he would disappear.
By all markers, he was losing even his own primary but didn’t seem to care. He was assured the powers that be would send him to the nomination.
Unexpectedly to some, he succeeded in winning nomination but retained the same unconventional, non-campaign strategy he had all along. Months went by with the same detracted, disconjointed candidate and… son of a bitch, he won. At least that is what they declared about the polls at the election. Media applauded him the new president.
Now there is one analogy here to a person who came into something very easy: if he/she would value it as much as if they worked for it? As the analogy fit to a tee, he didn’t. After all, what had it really cost him? Very little. It had always been his obsession, so he felt more than entitled to it. It was his for the taking – no matter what was done to take it.
Of course it all went to his swollen head, which had already experienced 2 past aneurysms. The theme suggests he actually wished himself into the office. But the job was never the point of it all to start with; it was the status, stature and influence of the job that mattered. He cared little about anything else, except for a flaunting legacy..
To him, it was a golden key to what he hadn’t already grifted along his half-century path en route. That is all it was, a scheme. Corrupt, but one that apparently worked. Cha-ching.
After decades in “the business,” he had a slew of people in tow to install the forbidden entrappings to the office. Then sell access he knew was in demand. He held the cards and bagmen to make it work, by greedy operators in their own right. They had established a system and contacts over the years. He basically had to do nothing and it would all come to him — all to support the lavish lifestyle that the humble-styled politician had become accustomed to. The best part about it was all he had to do was as little as possible. The stage was already set for the agenda, which was a distant second to his self-interests.
After a ton of pre-written executive orders, he settled in for a term of doing nothing himself while the apparatus of power revolved around him. It worked just as he expected.
There were no badgering press and stories to worry about. Any potentially threatening issues that did arise were swiftly blasted by mainstream media, often before getting rooted, or eventually by his AG gun for hire.
Then all the numbers of how well he and the country were doing were spun into a fantastic pack of lies. Truth be told — and it never ever was — this was as good of a lying apparatus as anyone had ever constructed. They did most of it for him. He had to do nothing. The less the better, which gave him lots of personal time to spend on his real priorities.
All the henchmen he picked voluntarily did their part in keeping anything from threatening his unilateral power. And he used that power and authority to go after his political enemies, openly. It worked so well that he didn’t have to ask subordinates. They attacked his enemies for him without flinching.
That alone would seem phenomenal in itself. But actually in the years before, they collectively used much the same powers to attack and undermine the previous president. So they already had treason and sedition in their resume. That gave them all a vested interest in keeping the train of abuses going to hide and cover that era. This objective gave each of them all the motive to operate a unified front to guard their own exposure.
Once in, they were committed to see it through. Naturally, all would cover up the truth or go down trying. But that coup of the recent past would fade into the background next to their latest schemes. That was the plan. It must go on or else.
To avoid a spoiler to the future book, I cannot divulge much more. Ah oh, I’ve given it away, haven’t I? I picture Jeff Dunham’s puppet Walter as the image for the guy, though that is probably not fair to Dunham or Walter. Wow, the book just writes itself.
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