You Gotta Have Hart: A Different 1988 and Beyond
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Gentleman Biaggi
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naw, while l e e may have swept several rural states, they don't really have that much delegates, hart has the abiaggi to win large states like new york or california
Iacocca's Redemption
March 27th, 1988
6:00 AM
This night had been the longest of Lee Iacocca's entire life.
As the sun rose over the horizon, there were tears in Iacocca's eyes. He had failed himself and he had failed the country. He had somehow, against all odds, managed to lose Michigan.
Michigan! The state that he had made his own, the state that he had saved! Michigan!
The anger was gone - all that was left was shock and dismay. Iacocca knew as soon as the results were finalized that the fight was out of his body; if the state that had made him wasn't behind him, there was no point in continuing.
He knew it wasn't that simple. He had realized, after coming down from the cloud of ego, that he had wronged many people over the last year. His pal Tip O'Neill was right all the months ago - "nobody can keep their hands clean once they jump in the swamp".
"Charles!" Iacocca yelled to his driver, "Warm up the car! I have to pay somebody a visit!"
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7:30 AM
That little runt launched it into the bushes again! the man thought as he reached into the foliage to retrieve the morning newspaper. As he did this, he heard a car pull up his drive.
It was a Chrysler.
The window rolled down and he was sitting there.
"You've got a lot of nerve coming here!" The man shouted at Lee Iacocca, who's disheveled face, eyes underlined by bags that displayed his exhaustion, appeared through the open window.
"Matt, we need to talk. I need to apologize to you." Out of all of the people he had wronged, Iacocca knew the one he had attacked the most was his former aide.
"So you do know my name? It's a miracle. I hope you know I voted for Hart yesterday!" The man's face was red and he was steaming, despite the incredibly cool morning air.
"Matt, do you really want the neighbors seeing this? Get in the car so we can talk."
After a moment of apprehension, Matt relented and entered the car, sitting horizontal to Iacocca. His anger seemed to be radiating off of him - Iacocca could almost feel it.
"Yesterday humbled me, Matt. It opened my eyes to what an evil, mean spirited man I have become. It wasn't supposed to be that way, but, well... it is. And all I can say is that I'm sorry."
Some of the hate left Matt's face before he answered.
"Well, is that the only reason you are here?"
"No," Iacocca began, "I'm here for a bigger reason. I need you to help me write a very important speech..."
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7:00 PM
"Thank you all for being here tonight. It is an honor to give this speech in Detroit, where it all began for me. The truth is, I have been lying to all of you, and I have been lying to myself.
I am not cut out to be a politician, and I am even less prepared to be President of the United States. I thought that the world of business and the world of politics would be compatible; I was wrong.
This campaign has made me do things I didn't want to do, say things I didn't want to say, and become a man I don't want to be. Politics, even in this short of a dose, has made me cynical and bitter.
With this in mind, I have decided to let the professionals handle the world of politics, as I officially withdraw my name from the Democratic primaries.
This campaign has given me a new appreciation for my family and true friends, and I want to thank all of you for the support that you have given me throughout the run of this campaign.
Thank you all!"
6:00 AM
This night had been the longest of Lee Iacocca's entire life.
As the sun rose over the horizon, there were tears in Iacocca's eyes. He had failed himself and he had failed the country. He had somehow, against all odds, managed to lose Michigan.
Michigan! The state that he had made his own, the state that he had saved! Michigan!
The anger was gone - all that was left was shock and dismay. Iacocca knew as soon as the results were finalized that the fight was out of his body; if the state that had made him wasn't behind him, there was no point in continuing.
He knew it wasn't that simple. He had realized, after coming down from the cloud of ego, that he had wronged many people over the last year. His pal Tip O'Neill was right all the months ago - "nobody can keep their hands clean once they jump in the swamp".
"Charles!" Iacocca yelled to his driver, "Warm up the car! I have to pay somebody a visit!"
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7:30 AM
That little runt launched it into the bushes again! the man thought as he reached into the foliage to retrieve the morning newspaper. As he did this, he heard a car pull up his drive.
It was a Chrysler.
The window rolled down and he was sitting there.
"You've got a lot of nerve coming here!" The man shouted at Lee Iacocca, who's disheveled face, eyes underlined by bags that displayed his exhaustion, appeared through the open window.
"Matt, we need to talk. I need to apologize to you." Out of all of the people he had wronged, Iacocca knew the one he had attacked the most was his former aide.
"So you do know my name? It's a miracle. I hope you know I voted for Hart yesterday!" The man's face was red and he was steaming, despite the incredibly cool morning air.
"Matt, do you really want the neighbors seeing this? Get in the car so we can talk."
After a moment of apprehension, Matt relented and entered the car, sitting horizontal to Iacocca. His anger seemed to be radiating off of him - Iacocca could almost feel it.
"Yesterday humbled me, Matt. It opened my eyes to what an evil, mean spirited man I have become. It wasn't supposed to be that way, but, well... it is. And all I can say is that I'm sorry."
Some of the hate left Matt's face before he answered.
"Well, is that the only reason you are here?"
"No," Iacocca began, "I'm here for a bigger reason. I need you to help me write a very important speech..."
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7:00 PM
"Thank you all for being here tonight. It is an honor to give this speech in Detroit, where it all began for me. The truth is, I have been lying to all of you, and I have been lying to myself.
I am not cut out to be a politician, and I am even less prepared to be President of the United States. I thought that the world of business and the world of politics would be compatible; I was wrong.
This campaign has made me do things I didn't want to do, say things I didn't want to say, and become a man I don't want to be. Politics, even in this short of a dose, has made me cynical and bitter.
With this in mind, I have decided to let the professionals handle the world of politics, as I officially withdraw my name from the Democratic primaries.
This campaign has given me a new appreciation for my family and true friends, and I want to thank all of you for the support that you have given me throughout the run of this campaign.
Thank you all!"
Well, then. Seems that the Democratic race is going to be easier for the remaining competitors. I see Hart vs. Jackson
The remaining slate of competitions favors Hart, especially considering much of the Iacocca vote will go to him now. However, Jackson has some impeccable timing for momentum with the Michigan win. It’s going to be close down the stretch.
Well, it wouldn't be a race unless the win is right down to the inch.
The entire country gets nuked by Dan Quayle supporting extremists, killing off the entire U.S. Government. America is therefore forced to turn to the one man who can fix everything..........David Ruffin. He creates a musical democracy with future Presidents Prince and Bruce Springsteen.
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