"It's no longer a matter of "if and when" these preachers get control of the [Republican] party, they've already done so! Frankly, these people frighten me. Politics and governing demand compromise. But these Christians under men like Robertson believe they are acting in the name of God, so they can't and won't compromise. I know, I've tried to deal with them. Mark my word, it's going to be a terrible damn problem this year."
- Senator Barry Goldwater to John W. Dean III during Pat Robertson's acceptance speech at the 1988 Republican National Convention
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Chapter 1/2: Jane and Mark
From: Jane Woodman <jwoodman@csu.edu> Sent at 8:30 AM 9/16/2014
CC:
Subject: Weird Failed Presidential Candidates Project aka the
"annus horribilis" for Professor Smith's course
Good morning honey!
Sorry I left the apartment early, but unlike you, some of us aren't nite owls who take all of their classes in the afternoon! Okay, that out of the way and please, please please do not take what I'm about to say next in the wrong way, given how much I love you: Mark, sweetie, c'mon! I've been pulling my weight here this entire time in the one class we're taking together while you've been doing nothing but playing whatever Nintendo Playstation III game your weird little Korean friend who does even weirder animal dances gets from his friends at EBStop. Actually, we need to talk about him tonight, too.
Back to my original point, I need you to get up off your adorably sleepy ass, off the stupid video games(trust me, your House Stark Lives: Altered-whatever will still be there after you help me finish this), and help me out. Do you forget we're in this together? In case you forgot Professor Smith assigned us the infamous Robertson '88 campaign. I'm not even asking for that much: all I need you to do is research the into background of his wonderfully awful...thing. What does that mean, sweetie? I need you to cover the death of Vice President Bush in late '87 after he entered the race. I've got what happened to Dole and Kemp and even obscure anti-Robertson figures like McCloskey. Can you do that? I sure hope so, since the entirety of our grade relies on wowing the good professor with a credible presentation on why Pat Robertson failed in 1988.
Well dear, I'm off to my next class! I'll see you at 1 then.
Love,
Janey
P.S. If I don't see any effort on your part on our research project, expect to not get dessert after dinner. I cannot believe I have to threaten you with this for you to actually apply yourself to a class you've run circles around in the past.
P.P.S Don't forget, we're going to dinner at Elements tonight and we are going to talk about that little Korean fellow. I don't mind you two hanging out but does he have to come with us just about everywhere outside of date nights?
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From: Mark Biggs <mbiggs@csu.edu> Sent at 12:01 PM 9/16/2014
To: Jane Woodman <jwoodman@csu.edu> Read at 12:05 9/16/2014
CC:
Subject: RE: Weird Failed Presidential Candidates Project aka the
"annus horribilis" for Professor Smith's course
jeez baby, calm down. you know ive got this! bush was an easy five minute search on googler, and I'm going to paraphrase here: "all mainstream aviation experts agree on why the Bush campaign plane crashed so abruptly: a stray goose was sucked up into jet's engine, causing an impact that displaces it, striking another blade, which made a cascade occur, resulting in engine failure. When it happened here that stark day on November 12th, 1987, the plane plummeted out of the sky, crashing into the mountains of the Sierra Nevada causing the loss of all life on board the campaign jet, including Vice President Bush, his son, John Ellis Bush, and campaign manager Lee Atwater..." looks we're good to go there! oh hey, baby, did you know micheal bay used what happened here as the basis for his iconic "Hyper Rangers: Revenge of Warlord Zed" ultrasord space battle scene? i didn't. pretty cool! think professor smith will be fine with us adding that in under the "pop culture references"?
tell me what you think! gonna bring all the papers i printed off, too! i'll see you at 1 baby!
- mark
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While in the student center dining hall for a quick lunch, Jane audibly sighed after closing her laptop, wondering if Mark actually gave a fuck about the course, or more importantly, her. The research - if one could even deign to call it so - was piss poor and showed a haphazard rush to coast by doing as little as possible within the assignment parameters. Was he seriously going to give her this and expect it to be satisfactory? She understood completely that politics (nor history, for that matter) wasn't their strongest suit . But even she had to admit while delving into the candidate Smith assigned for them, his was a pretty interesting tragicomedic tale of how one man used faith, fear, and well-timed opportunistic power grabs in light of horrible events to capture the shell-shocked GOP's presidential nomination. Surely it had to be more interesting than a silly game you can change to your heart's content!
Wasn't the implied threat in the email not implicit enough? Do I need to yell at him in the hope it'll get through his thick skull in the hall before heading into class when we meet in another twenty minutes?
Sure, she loved Mark with all of her heart, but she started to think his antics were getting to be a bit extreme - to the point she was forced to play the role of the mother away from home. It wasn't like this in the beginning. Mark was kind, sweet, and sure, he loved his stupid Nintendo Playstation III, but not to the point it was distracting from college or her. Was saving a bad family of pulp nobility really more important than making her happy? Keeping their sterling grade point averages higher than the average at CSU? Ensuring they kept their scholarships? She leaned back in her chair in the dining hall and pondered. That's not what she was planning on when getting into a relationship. Maybe, just maybe, she had him and this entire relationship all wrong.....
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[SIZE=+1][SIZE=+1]"[/SIZE][/SIZE][SIZE=+1]This is God's power and he sent this tragedy to warn us...we needed a shock."[/SIZE]
- Pat Robertson, speaking candidly to an anonymous 700 Club staffer days after the tragic demise of Vice President George H.W. Bush
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