America for President (3/?): A Commercial Interlude
anonymous
November 29 2009, 04:53:13 UTC
"Hello America." Alfred was sitting on the side of a desk, hands clasped over his knee, clad in a navy blue suit, white shirt, and red tie.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones, and while I may seem like a new face to many of you, I think you'll find you've known me along." He stood, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"It's not everyday that someone decides to run for President of the United States. It's not a decision that should be made lightly," Alfred smiled with a half laugh, "Hey, it took me two hundred and forty years to make this decision myself." He lifted his foot onto the chair, and put a hand on his knee.
"But that's what makes me the most qualified to be your President. Do I have experience in office? No, of course not. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been there for every major decision made in this country since its founding. I've learned from our mistakes, because, just like you, I've felt their consequences."
Suddenly Alfred was walking down a path in a park, with children playing in the background, hands in his pockets again.
"I'm not in this for fame or power. I don't need it. I'll always be here. I'm doing this because I want to help you, the American people." Alfred stopped at a bench and put his foot up on it, with his hand on his knee, taking a moment to watch the children play before looking at the screen again., with a more serious expression.
"When you are suffering, from anything: recession, natural disasters, wars...I suffer, too. I know how you feel. And I know that for too long, too many American's voices have been lost to party lines and politicians just looking to keep their sponsors happy."
The scene cuts again, and Alfred is back in his original position on the desk.
"It's time to say no more, America! This year, remember to vote America, for Americans."
The camera zoomed in on Alfred as he grinned cheekily and gave a thumbs up.
"Let me be your hero!"
My name is Alfred F. Jones, and I approve this message. This message has been paid for by the Independent National Committee and the America for Americans Foundation.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones, and while I may seem like a new face to many of you, I think you'll find you've known me along." He stood, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"It's not everyday that someone decides to run for President of the United States. It's not a decision that should be made lightly," Alfred smiled with a half laugh, "Hey, it took me two hundred and forty years to make this decision myself." He lifted his foot onto the chair, and put a hand on his knee.
"But that's what makes me the most qualified to be your President. Do I have experience in office? No, of course not. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been there for every major decision made in this country since its founding. I've learned from our mistakes, because, just like you, I've felt their consequences."
Suddenly Alfred was walking down a path in a park, with children playing in the background, hands in his pockets again.
"I'm not in this for fame or power. I don't need it. I'll always be here. I'm doing this because I want to help you, the American people." Alfred stopped at a bench and put his foot up on it, with his hand on his knee, taking a moment to watch the children play before looking at the screen again., with a more serious expression.
"When you are suffering, from anything: recession, natural disasters, wars...I suffer, too. I know how you feel. And I know that for too long, too many American's voices have been lost to party lines and politicians just looking to keep their sponsors happy."
The scene cuts again, and Alfred is back in his original position on the desk.
"It's time to say no more, America! This year, remember to vote America, for Americans."
The camera zoomed in on Alfred as he grinned cheekily and gave a thumbs up.
"Let me be your hero!"
My name is Alfred F. Jones, and I approve this message. This message has been paid for by the Independent National Committee and the America for Americans Foundation.
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Captcha: routines Investigation. Does that mean that the other parties won't trust him?
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This fill, this fill! It's so epic, I can't even - THAT LAST LINE OH MY GOD *worships forever*
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