As Sara gets pounded everyday by pundits, talking heads, late night comedians and senators, congress critters and chauffeurs for the McCains, she was at wits end and ran to the one person that could calm her nerves down.I am not talking about the Reverend Muthee the witchhunter.I am talking about Chauncey Gardner.
Sara started the session.Chauncey, only you can help me in this critical situation.I am afraid to appear in front of that evil woman,Campbell Brown.What should I do?
Chauncey:Calm down Sara.Have a cup of my freshly made Assam tea.You will note that as I water my flowers,everything blooms.Pretty soon autumn will arrive and my beloved flowers will wilt and they will die away.
Sara: Of course.Why didn’t I think of that? They first loved me when I told them I said “thanks,but no thanks”.Now they are beating up on me like a red headed stepchild and I have to go hide at the UN.You won’t believe how difficult it was for me to find that building? It is not as though you could be sitting in your kitchen in Wasilla and look out the window and see Russia.
Chauncey: The flowers that died in winter will magically appear again in spring.But you have to care and prepare the ground properly for the flowers to prosper.I like to sing to them.
Sara: You have done it again,Chauncey.I should not let the evil spirits of Campbell Brown get me down.I have even met Henry Kissinger yesterday.That counts for something doesn’t it? Why do they call him a war criminal?
Chauncey: As each cycle is followed by another,the flowers get more and more beautiful.The only thing we have to do is water them with care and affection.
Sara: As I started to get the drift of foreign policy by looking out my window at Russia,talking to Henry,Hamid and Uribe, I understand that there is a financial crisis.How am I supposed to keep up with all this?I took six years for a normal four year program.I even went to five different colleges.Now John tells me that he doesn’t know anything about economics and expects me to bail him out on this.I thought that was Paulson’s job.
But I like the thought of watering the flowers and keeping them alive for another season.I wish I could just run away from it all and get into my tanning bed at the Wasilla mayor’s office.
You,Chauncey, as always are a lotta help.Thanks for your tea.
