Drawing the Line
The camera opens on Burt Hummel wearing a collared shirt, sitting on the desk in the office of Hummel Tires & Lube.
They’re using the shop because his campaign has almost no money and using his own office is free. Kurt has styled the room a little, which mostly consisted of cleaning it up. Burt had kind of expected to walk into an office with a mahogany desk and leather-bound books with a suit waiting for him to stuff himself into, but Kurt had rolled his eyes when he’d mentioned it.
“Eighty percent of your appeal is your authenticity, that you say and do exactly what you mean,” he’d said, manhandling Burt over to the desk “an no one is going to believe that you actually wear a suit, so we’re going with what works for you.”
Schuester had been concerned about doing this spot, he’d wanted to “craft the message” and do some focus group crap, but Burt had ruled that out immediately.
This was more important than the election.
“Hey, I’m Burt Hummel.”
Burt is always uncomfortable in front of the camera, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, but he thinks authenticity and looks directly into the lens.
”Some of you know who I am, some of you don’t. Some of you think I have a baboon heart.”
Burt laughs.
“But I’m not here to talk about any of that.”
He pulls his shoulders back a bit more and stares at the camera for just a moment, all trace of humor gone from his face.
“I’m here to talk about the turn this election took this last week.
“I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this campaign. I knew that it could get ugly and dirty. I’m a grown man, I can handle that, but the stuff that’s gone on recently, well I won’t accept that that’s the way politics has to be. It’s one thing to hurl insults and tell lies and rip and tear at the people who actually signed up for this kind of stuff, it’s another thing entirely to drag other people into it, to drag kids into it. I won’t stand by and watch people tear down a kid to make some stupid political point. It’s cruel and it’s ugly and I won’t allow it.
“Somewhere, someone has to draw the line,”
Burt is standing now, his arms crossed over his chest.
“And I’m drawing it here.
“These are our kids, and right now we’re failing them.
“I’d say that Ohio deserves better than this, but this is bigger than that.
“Our kids deserve better than this.
“I’m Burt Hummel, and yeah, I approved this message.”
Paid for by Burt Hummel, out of his own damn pocket, because someone had to fucking stand up and draw the fire away from our kids.
Fade to black.
They’re using the shop because his campaign has almost no money and using his own office is free. Kurt has styled the room a little, which mostly consisted of cleaning it up. Burt had kind of expected to walk into an office with a mahogany desk and leather-bound books with a suit waiting for him to stuff himself into, but Kurt had rolled his eyes when he’d mentioned it.
“Eighty percent of your appeal is your authenticity, that you say and do exactly what you mean,” he’d said, manhandling Burt over to the desk “an no one is going to believe that you actually wear a suit, so we’re going with what works for you.”
Schuester had been concerned about doing this spot, he’d wanted to “craft the message” and do some focus group crap, but Burt had ruled that out immediately.
This was more important than the election.
“Hey, I’m Burt Hummel.”
Burt is always uncomfortable in front of the camera, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, but he thinks authenticity and looks directly into the lens.
”Some of you know who I am, some of you don’t. Some of you think I have a baboon heart.”
Burt laughs.
“But I’m not here to talk about any of that.”
He pulls his shoulders back a bit more and stares at the camera for just a moment, all trace of humor gone from his face.
“I’m here to talk about the turn this election took this last week.
“I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this campaign. I knew that it could get ugly and dirty. I’m a grown man, I can handle that, but the stuff that’s gone on recently, well I won’t accept that that’s the way politics has to be. It’s one thing to hurl insults and tell lies and rip and tear at the people who actually signed up for this kind of stuff, it’s another thing entirely to drag other people into it, to drag kids into it. I won’t stand by and watch people tear down a kid to make some stupid political point. It’s cruel and it’s ugly and I won’t allow it.
“Somewhere, someone has to draw the line,”
Burt is standing now, his arms crossed over his chest.
“And I’m drawing it here.
“These are our kids, and right now we’re failing them.
“I’d say that Ohio deserves better than this, but this is bigger than that.
“Our kids deserve better than this.
“I’m Burt Hummel, and yeah, I approved this message.”
Paid for by Burt Hummel, out of his own damn pocket, because someone had to fucking stand up and draw the fire away from our kids.
Fade to black.