The parson worked hard. He deserved it. He'd worked hard all day. It was only Thursday and everything was prepared for the Sunday worship service. In addition, the front yard had been cut and the leaves raked up.
For some reason he decided to watch the Republican Presidential debate. In fact, he decided to bore himself so much he watched the Junior Varsity version of the debates also.
When the debates were over, the parson headed to the bedroom. He prepared himself for bed and then laid his head down and with a deep sigh fell almost immediately asleep. Then the parson dreamed.
In the parson's dream, there was another presidential debate. For some reason, in the parson's dream the debate had candidates from both parties, including the Republican JV team on the stage. There they were, each standing behind their non-descript podium, smiling for the cameras and hoping the next question would be directed toward them.
Before the candidates sat the questioners. There were three of them. Mr. Smile, Ms. Charming, and Mr. Well-Dressed.
The debate began with a question from Mr. Smile. The question was, "Senator What's-Your-Name, in regard to the question of entitlements, Social Security, aid to families with dependent children, and such, which take up such a large percentage of our federal budget, how would you address these issues if elected President of the United States."
Senator What's-Your-Name began his answer. He started talking. The parson rolled over in his sleep, moaning as he did so. Charlie Brown, the parson's faithful canine companion, sleeping in his bed next to the parson's, grunted in protest that his sleep had been interrupted. The parson's dream continued.
Senator's What's-Your-Name completed his answer. The next question came from Ms. Charming. She said, "Senator What's-Your-Name, my fellow journalist, Mr. Smile, just asked you a question. You didn't answer the question. You danced around it. I'd like to invite you to actually answer the question. The question was: "Senator What's-Your-Name, in regard to the question of entitlements, Social Security, aid to families with dependent children, and such, which take up such a large percentage of our federal budget, how would you address these issues if elected President of the United States."
Senator What's-Your-Name seemed stunned. He quickly began to talk. And he talked. And he talked.
The parson rolled over again under his covers. He snorted a bit. This time Charlie Brown, his faithful canine companion sleeping on his bed beside the parson's, did not protest as he was now in a deep, deep sleep.
The dream continued. Now it was the third journalist's, Mr. Well-Dressed, turn to ask a question. Mr. Well-Dressed said, "Senator What's-Your-Name, two of my fellow panelist tonight have asked you a question. You didn't answer either of their questions. That's kind of amazing as the question of each was the same. I wonder if you'd be willing to answer a question for me. The question is: "Senator What's-Your-Name, in regard to the question of entitlements, Social Security, aid to families with dependent children, and such, which take up such a large percentage of our federal budget, how would you address these issues if elected President of the United States."
Senator What's-Your-Name stuttered. Senator What's-His-Name shuffled his feet. Senator's What's-His-Name took a deep breath .....
The parson woke. He rose. He pulled himself out of the bed. For a moment his mind was confused. Charlie Brown, his faithful canine companion, rose from his bed, walked over to the parson, head butted him as was his morning custom. The parson patted his head and said, "I really had a weird dream, Charlie Brown, a really weird dream."
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