M Y F E L L O W A N G L O S
BY
PAUL WILLIAM FASSETT
Never been too good with the whole; public speaking, thing, but here it is. I am president. I didn't actually think this would happen, you know? One day I am sitting in the bathroom of a Chili's writing some last minute material for a gig I had at this bar on Santa Monica, and now I am here. Who thought being funny would have qualified me to lead the free world.
My
fellow Americans… Who opens a speech that way? It's so weird. Of
course I'm American. I mean, I couldn't be German and the President,
right? That's ridiculous. They outlawed that kind of thing right?
My
stomach hurts. There's just, so many fucking people out there. Like…
Oh my god, hundreds of people. Could be thousands, I don't know. Was
never a, count the amount of jelly beans in the jar kind of guy. I
think I am going to shit myself.
I'm not ready for this. I'm not. What the hell was I thinking? Running for President. It was supposed to be a fucking joke, people! Do we not get jokes anymore?
I'm not ready for this. I'm not. What the hell was I thinking? Running for President. It was supposed to be a fucking joke, people! Do we not get jokes anymore?
Fuck! What have I done? Okay, yeah, I'm definitely going to shit myself. Feels like someone gave me an ipecac enema. I'm gonna end up shooting off of the toilet like one of those water pumped rockets.
Okay, Ethan. Get it together. You can't shit your pants on the first day. What would Obama do? Shit… What would Obama do? I have no idea. I don't watch the news, that shit is depressing. No, wait… What would Geroge Bush Junior do? Stumble his way through a speech, tell a fucked up joke, and spike the microphone. Alright, yeah, that might work.
Some guy is waving to me. Should I wave back? I point to myself as if asking, you want me? He looks at me like I'm retarded. Not a good start. I take those first steps towards the lights, behind the curtain, into the view of screaming crowds of people. Expectant, hungry people, all looking up to me to feed them. Feed them what?
You know what? Screw this whole, my fellow anglo saxons shit. I'm going out there like a boss.
I'm gonna tell a dick joke.
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