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| By Ron Hogan |
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In the winter, after the election, after the party had gone and chosen some other guy who then went out and managed to blow the whole deal, he went into the forest behind the cabin he kept upstate and thought about what he'd did wrong. |
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It was the screaming, he thought. Once they heard the screaming, it was all over for him. They might think a guy who could scream like that was real, they might even think he was cool, but they would never vote for a screamer. You didn't want to think about whether he would scream his head off at some prime minister and set off a war or something. |
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After all, he thought, he was on message the rest of the time. They totally bought into it. Maybe not totally, okay, but he could have sold them on the other stuff if he'd had time. If he hadn't started with the screaming and then had to go home. If he'd been able to stick around, he would have had them for sure. He knew it. |
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Next time, he thought, none of that screaming crap. Next time he was going to do things right. And that winter, he wouldn't be up here by himself. That winter, they'd be coming to him, and they'd be hanging on his every word. |
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