Be Quiet!
I wrote this back in late '96, in a fit of anti-polling fervor. I think the thought was that we pay attention so much to polls, we might as well just get rid of elections.
Enjoy. Or not.
Enjoy. Or not.
CLINTON: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
OLD WOMAN: Order, eh -- who does he think he is?
CLINTON: I am your president!
OLD WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you.
CLINTON: You don't vote for presidents.
OLD WOMAN: Well, how did you become president, then?
CLINTON: The Pollster of the Swamp, after calling a random sample of
the populace, held a piece of paper aloft from the bosom of
the Delaware signifying by Divine Providence... that I,
Clinton, was your favourite... That is why I am your
president!
DENNIS: Look, strange men in ponds calling strangers and
distributing leaves of papyrus is no basis for a system of
government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate
from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
CLINTON: Be quiet!
DENNIS: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power
just 'cause some bespectacled outcast called a few people!
CLINTON: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around saying I was an Emperor just
because some shriveled fruit had called my friends,
they'd put me away!
CLINTON: (Grabbing him by the collar) Shut up, will you. Shut up!
DENNIS: Ah! NOW... we see the violence inherent in the system.
CLINTON: Shut up!
PEOPLE (i.e. other PEASANTS) are appearing and watching.
DENNIS: (calling) Come and see the violence inherent in the system.
Help, help, I'm being repressed!
CLINTON: (aware that people are now coming out and watching)
Bloody peasant!
(pushes DENNIS over into mud and prepares to ride off)
DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you here that, did you here
that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing
me, you saw it didn't you?
CLINTON: Come on, Hillary.
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