I think this gives you an indication of how I can get when something doesn’t go the way I want it to. After getting my masters in law, I entered the political scene. I had always been fascinated by politics, and the way it works. I guess it’s in my nature. I became governor of Oregon, my home town when I was 30. I knew the way it all worked by then. I knew all the important people and went to the most important events. By knowing many influential people, my road to the White House was getting shorter every day. My father supported me in everything I did. He liked me best of the two. I think it was the other’s ‘lets change the world’ attitude he didn’t like. My father was a very conservative man. He liked things just the way they were. Being a Vietnam veteran, he had nothing against war. He would go and fight for his country and freedom again today if they asked him. I believe he even won his share of medals in his day. So when he heard I was going to run for president I believe he positively squealed with joy. It was a killing campaign, though. It wasn’t something that came to me easily. Even though I only had one serious opponent, Gabriel Montgomery III, the competition between us was enormous. God, how I hated him. I bet Montgomery and he would get along just fine, with their make-love-not-war-nonsense. One half of the country was for his preposterous democratic ways, and the other half for my republican ideas, which were much better of course. Once the final weeks got closer, all hell broke loose in our competition. We both hated loosing, but I guess I hated it more than he did. We both didn’t sleep at all, trying to get the last undecided voters. I had ten different appearances in three days, and in five different states. It remained nerve-racking until the last minute. But in the end I won the election with a minute difference. It was the best day of my life. Finally my boyhood dream was accomplished, and I had all the power in the world. The first thing that needed to be done was to end that whole thing around terrorism in America. I wouldn’t have that negative rubbish damaging my career. I decided it would have to be fast and forceful. After getting the consent of the parliament, the army took immediate action. We launched a great war against Afghanistan. On one side to make a statement for other countries that are breeding grounds for terrorism, and on the other side to make the growing national problems seem insignificant. Two months after the war had started, he showed up with his ignorant views about the situation in the Middle East. Now, I admit, things weren’t going exactly according to plan, and a lot of innocent people were getting killed, and a lot of sabotaging took place in a certain area. My investigators never found out who was responsible for these actions. It was all part of being at war. There are always people that die. Anyway, he showed up, telling me how he had been in Afghanistan, helping the poor, and saving the wounded, and here he was trying to convince me that I was making a mistake! After raging at me for at least one hour of my precious time, I finally called my bodyguards and had him thrown out of my (White) house. He kept harassing me for another month, with never-ending phone-calls, letters, emails and bad publicity. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he left to save the world again, and he let me do the real important business.
Three and a half years later, the elections started again. Now, luckily, I had done some good in my four years of governing the country; the economy was boosting and unemployment was at its lowest in 70 years. After another excruciating election, I was re-elected. And to make another statement, I decided I wasn’t quite finished with terrorism. I heard Iraq had been causing a lot of trouble, and in the pretext of democracy, I declared war. Not just on the country, but also on him. I could not let him win. Of course, as I had anticipated, he showed up again. This time it was different, though. He had a kind of fire in his eyes I had never seen him have before. He barged into my (Oval) office, and took a swing at me. Without thinking I defended myself, and hit him back. The fight rapidly turned very serious, and one of my bodyguards came into the office to find out what was going on. He saw us fighting, and concluded that my life was in danger. He shot at him, and hit him in the back, he didn’t get killed, but I never saw him again. The last words I ever heard him say were:
Ah Bartleby! Ah humanity!
By Marjolein van Velthuijsen, V5
Creative written assignment English
