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Sept. 8, 2004 John Kerry, I can just see this in my mind, sitting in a large auditorium. There in the front row. Cap and gown maybe a little warm, but proudly awaiting to hear his name read. Here he is the head of his class. All these years at the foot of the master. Watching, listening with rapt attention. Taking copiois notes, filling volumns with information. Yes, here he sits waiting proudly. Now the playing of several musical compositions. The invocation is not read, nor given. That would imply some kind of belief other than any shared by the graduates.Don't want to offend any of them. There is a speaker. He, or she, or both (maybe more then one speaker) drones on and on and on. Talking about the evils of the current administration and how they've treated the press (or was that something else?) Hmmm, must be Ted Koppel. Inane babbler! The Man himself gets up, gingerly as he's just had major surgery, goes to the podium (of course he drones on and on...you get the point), but nobody notices sitting in rapt attention. The Master speaks. The moment comes. The awarding of diplomas. At last. The name is called John F (fill in the blank) (Heinz) Kerry...Top of the class. Proud graduate of the William Jefferson (Slick Willy)Clinton school of Spin and Waffling, with a minor in flip-flopping. Magna Cum Loudly. He moves his tassle to the other side of his cap and walks out the doors of the auditorium to have his picture made by his family. A tear comes to my eye. Gotta hurry, they're about to give him the Hypocritic Oath. ------------ About the author: Lee Zelhart is a proud graduate of McKendree College in Lebanon, Illinois. He is the widowed father of two teens and the prospective author of a soon to be published book called: The Ghost of the Cavalier. Sometime in summer 2005, or before. Email: graphicsdoctor1@sbcglobal.net Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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