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No more "Nyah-Nyah" politics
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          The Candidate was tired. He had been vigorously campaigning for almost a year with hardly a day off. He had closely watched the election of 2008, four years ago. He had become disgusted with the campaign between the Democrat and Republican candidates. Then, in 2007 and 2008, as the list of candidates narrowed to two for the Democrats and one for the Republicans he watched as the most combative and petty presidential campaign in memory reduced the three candidates to petty reactionaries. The campaign was retarded to petty, trifling, inane and constricted accusations.
          If one candidate dared to say anything substantial, the other two candidates would mute its importance and belittle its content For most of 2008 the American public became inured and bored with the picayune counter play between candidates. Substance was replaced with innuendo and small minded repartee.
          Faced with the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and a dwindling American economy the American public wanted clear, definitive proposals. Instead it got pettiness and name calling.
          The new Candidate, decided early in his campaign in 2012 that the narrow minded approach to being a presidential candidate would not be his. He had made up his mind to offer to the American public a distinctive change. He would be a Candidate unlike those in 2008.
          In discussions with the head of his political party at the start of the campaign, the Candidate said, “I don’t want to get into that bush-league stuff that happened in 2008. It was disgusting to watch the candidates lower themselves to petty quibbling – and I won’t do it. Even the newscasters and reporters joined in the pettiness by asking petty, silly and foolish questions of the candidates.”
          The candidate, an almost handsome, six footer with graying hair and a strong jaw, spoke to his campaign manager and his top fifty aides as they prepared for the long and tiring campaign. He stood before the people who would aid him in his quest for the presidency.
          “You have all watched the films of the last election of 2008. You have studied the candidates, especially the three that fought with each other during the months before the November, 2008 election. If you’re like me your stomachs churned and you cringed as you watched those three United States Senators quibble, attack and defend. Nothing was too petty for them to bring up about their opposites. It was like watching three sixth graders fighting in grammar school.”
The candidate continued with his observations about the election of 2008. “It seemed like the Democrats and the Republican candidates stayed awake nights looking for the other to make even the smallest of gaffs. It wore the American public down – it made us all numb.”
          “I will not run my campaign based on catching my opponent making petty errors. I want you all to understand that mine will not be a ‘Nyah, nyah campaign.”
          The candidate explained how it turned his stomach listening to the Democrats and Republicans four years ago in 2008. “The three of those candidates were deathly afraid to say anything of substance. The Republican guy kept saying that we should have stayed in Iraq even if it took one hundred years. The Democrats said that if they were elected they would withdraw our troops in a measured manner. The problem with the three of them was that neither choice was correct, as time has proven. Now we know that the only way we found to end the hostilities was to have all the neighboring states get together and work with us to end the war.”
          The Candidate stood, took a deep breath and looked around the room at the people who would be working with him for almost a year to get him elected to be president of the United States. His dream, and theirs, was to be inaugurated in 2013.
          “Please understand, I know that politics is a rough, chancy and dangerous game. Understand that I know that being elected president of this country will involve making deals and promises. I fully understand what the politics of this campaign will be. I just want you to know that I respect the American voter. I don’t think that I can fool them or pull the wool over their eyes. I know that my entire life past will be brought up and dissected. I stand ready for all of this. I will tell the American public what I believe. I will be totally honest with them. What I won’t do is dwell on every little gaff and goof of my opponent. I will take the high road to the presidency – or I will not take any road!”
          The applause built until the fifty one in attendance rose to give the Candidate a standing ovation.
          The Candidate motioned to the group to be seated and be quiet.
          “Let us dedicate ourselves to the proposition that we will not stage a ‘Nyah, nyah’ campaign. Let us show the American public that the people who represent them can be ethical, moral and principled. Let us not be reactionaries. Let us not wear down the American public by repeating nonsensical, foolish and insignificant statements speech after speech, month after month. If we are to speak let us speak substance. Let us solve the problems of America and not just talk about them and leave them for the next generation to pay for and resolve.”
          The fifty and one rose again and wildly applauded. The Candidate shook the hand of his campaign manager and then proceeded to the front row to shake the hands of each volunteer.
          In the back of the room a young woman from Arizona in a new dress and a man from New York in his forties, wearing a light tan sports jacket and dark slacks stood next to each other.
          The young woman turned towards the man and said, “Do you think he can do all those things?”
          The man reached for his tie with his right hand and straightened it. His lips pursed, his eyes rose to the crystal chandelier and then came down to look into the eyes of the younger woman.
          “I think he can. I hope he can. I don’t think many of us can take another campaign like they had in 2008.”
          The young woman smiled and said, “God bless him.”