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Hopal
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Hopal » Mon Apr 12, 2021 12:01 pm

Louisianan wrote:
Hopal wrote:He writes what Henry said down on a notepad and as Henry is speaking an aide comes into his office to help with the preliminary document on the embargo, seeing the aide come in Claiborne writes on a sticky note "See me after I'm done with this call" before handing it to him. After the aide leaves and the President finishes Claiborne speaks again "So you want this to serve as a kind of warning to the Cubans, exercising some of America's economic might, blowing damage to the Cuban economy to show what America can do, am I right in that analogy? I'll see if we can import brown sugar from other countries and if our allies might be on board with also blowing economic damage to the Cubans. I'll probably be speaking to Latin American and Carribean officials throughout the week. I presume you don't want the perception of American involvement in Cuban invasion plans at this point? Uhhh" he thinks for a moment "Do want to send a direct message to the Cubans about nationalizing oil refineries and any industries where American businesses are involved for that matter? And if so do want it to be public or private? Do what to make the reduction of the brown sugar quote visibly public at all?"

"Exactly right. I want nobody to have a clue when our invasion plan is in the planning process, and I want nobody to know the reduction of the brown sugar imports. I only want the direct message about the nationalizing thing to be public. That way, we can get folks to rally behind us by the time we exercise our invasion plan see?" Henry said writing down a few notes, "I'd actually like to sound stern, and forceful, but make sure it only sounds like a half-threat, not a full one."

"I'll see to it that a public message is made warning the Cubans what the consequences of nationalizing industries would be. And when do you want this message to issued? I assume at the same time the reduction of brown sugar imports are put into effect?"
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Postby Louisianan » Mon Apr 12, 2021 12:48 pm

Hopal wrote:
Louisianan wrote:"Exactly right. I want nobody to have a clue when our invasion plan is in the planning process, and I want nobody to know the reduction of the brown sugar imports. I only want the direct message about the nationalizing thing to be public. That way, we can get folks to rally behind us by the time we exercise our invasion plan see?" Henry said writing down a few notes, "I'd actually like to sound stern, and forceful, but make sure it only sounds like a half-threat, not a full one."

"I'll see to it that a public message is made warning the Cubans what the consequences of nationalizing industries would be. And when do you want this message to issued? I assume at the same time the reduction of brown sugar imports are put into effect?"

"Yes, please. That's perfect timing. 'Look what we're doing, we'll do worse if you keep up your shit.' I think that's the perfect message to send," Henry laughed, "You're doing a good job, old pal."

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Postby Hopal » Mon Apr 12, 2021 1:15 pm

Louisianan wrote:
Hopal wrote:"I'll see to it that a public message is made warning the Cubans what the consequences of nationalizing industries would be. And when do you want this message to issued? I assume at the same time the reduction of brown sugar imports are put into effect?"

"Yes, please. That's perfect timing. 'Look what we're doing, we'll do worse if you keep up your shit.' I think that's the perfect message to send," Henry laughed, "You're doing a good job, old pal."

Claiborne writes down potential ideas for a message smiling after hearing Henry's statement "Perhaps the phrases 'The Cuban economy has been heavily reliant on American imports, with the recent instability, the reluctance of American investors, and slowing of exports from Cuba to the United State. The Cuban economy has shown signs of a potential, one that could be exacerbated with a acceleration of recent trends, of which the American government make choose to make happen' could work in a statement. And you give me too much credit, usually you're the man with ideas, I just help with the execution, just like we did in Europe all those years ago."
A Nation in South America, comprised of indigenous tribes, immigrants, French and Portuguese settlers, and European Socialists.
Representative Greg Shields (D-CA-28) [Twilight's Last Gleaming]

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Postby Louisianan » Mon Apr 12, 2021 1:20 pm

Hopal wrote:
Louisianan wrote:"Yes, please. That's perfect timing. 'Look what we're doing, we'll do worse if you keep up your shit.' I think that's the perfect message to send," Henry laughed, "You're doing a good job, old pal."

Claiborne writes down potential ideas for a message smiling after hearing Henry's statement "Perhaps the phrases 'The Cuban economy has been heavily reliant on American imports, with the recent instability, the reluctance of American investors, and slowing of exports from Cuba to the United State. The Cuban economy has shown signs of a potential, one that could be exacerbated with a acceleration of recent trends, of which the American government make choose to make happen' could work in a statement. And you give me too much credit, usually you're the man with ideas, I just help with the execution, just like we did in Europe all those years ago."

"Whatever statement you think is best is the one we could use. Now hold on there, you're giving me too much credit." Henry laughed again, "Now, also, this is a test with us lowering our sugar buying stuff. It will definitely hurt Cuba's economy, BUT, if the commies are truly allies with Cuba, then they'll start to buy the sugar that we don't. Keep that in mind when releasing a statement."

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Postby Hopal » Mon Apr 12, 2021 2:17 pm

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Hopal wrote:Claiborne writes down potential ideas for a message smiling after hearing Henry's statement "Perhaps the phrases 'The Cuban economy has been heavily reliant on American imports, with the recent instability, the reluctance of American investors, and slowing of exports from Cuba to the United State. The Cuban economy has shown signs of a potential, one that could be exacerbated with a acceleration of recent trends, of which the American government make choose to make happen' could work in a statement. And you give me too much credit, usually you're the man with ideas, I just help with the execution, just like we did in Europe all those years ago."

"Whatever statement you think is best is the one we could use. Now hold on there, you're giving me too much credit." Henry laughed again, "Now, also, this is a test with us lowering our sugar buying stuff. It will definitely hurt Cuba's economy, BUT, if the commies are truly allies with Cuba, then they'll start to buy the sugar that we don't. Keep that in mind when releasing a statement."

"Well it is true most of the time what I said earlier. I'll keep that in mind when drafting a statement, I'm keen to see what the response will be from the Soviets will be, considering we haven't really much of anything from Moscow on this matter. Well I believe that's all I have, I'm looking into who may have leaked the documents, I have suspicions though I don't have anything concrete yet, I'll keep you updated on that. Well take care, and I have a feeling that we'll again soon, so until next time goodbye." He says as he hangs up, he calls for the aide to come back into his office as he discards the previously drafted documents and speaks to his aide about the plans for Cuba, and asks him to type up a new document that is to be sent to State Department officials to put into effect. After the aide leaves Claiborne is left to his thoughts, thinking back to his days commanding armies and what the future may bring in Cuba. He strokes his pen against his notepad think of what to write for his statement on the potential for the nationalization in Cuba.
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Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Wed Apr 14, 2021 4:41 pm

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Jackson, Mississippi
Senator Sharp speech
February 26, 1959


"Why, Hello there Jackson. I'm givin all y'all the personal touch that any goo 'ol senator oughta give to all y'all fellers inna the crowd n' what have all y'all! Now, I don't mean to ramble or nothin', but I hads mes a ee piff a nanny. If I talks to all y'alls like I actually like you, I might be doin' better inna the polls. I only josh o' course. T's inna mah name, Joshua Sharp. I'm Joshin' with all y'all while bein' named Joshua. It's a good, Christian fearin' name that good, Christian fearin' men give their sons. That's what this country's missin' good christian men. I'm damn glad to take the oath as a yoo knighted states senator the same way I was glad to serve my country in 'sippi's 7th. The same way I was glad, damn glad to sacrifice my 'ducational n' rithmetic bullshit to fight inna france inna '18.

Y'all fellers know what ain't christian. Communism. Commienism or how-in-the-hell y'all pro nounce that fancy schmany 'word' is the opposite of christian values. It's gotta lil' bit o' jesus values inna there I'll tell all y'all what. I'm all for helpin' out yer fellow man. The White man that is. Now these commienists n' their agitator african senagambians don't see a lick o' difference between a white man anna negro. We all know the difference is inna their skin tone n' pigmentation n' whatever fancy schamncy scientific bullshit like eugenics y'all use. Eugenics, those were the good ol' days. But, I'll state that more research'll needed t' be dones on its 'fore I fuck somethin' up by bein' fer it. I'll bide my tounge on that fer now.

Now these radical negroes want us white fellers to integrate our communities. We sure as shit ain't gonna do that! We are goin' to march out inta the street 'gainst no integration anna scream 'hell no to integration!' till our lungs is sore! We are goin' t' march, link inna link just like what that war hero Huey Louey did inna 'siana! Only we'll have more than some damn cars to run the bastards over, we'll flatten 'em wit some tanks! That's what I promise all y'all! I'll wager y'all this, if a slimely, stinken, Senegambian negro wanna protest somethin' fierce, I'll git the army out here to shoot the shit outta 'em, or holla at that governor to git' the national guard ready to protect this state from rioters n' looters by shootin' 'em!

They, meanin' the Fraser fellers, are comin' down here for one reason. They want to fruitlessly waste their campaign funds n' efforts to mobilize negro 'publicans. Is Jack dumb enough to shave off our margin o' victory for the democrat from a modest nintey nine to nintey five peercent? It's an awful lotta money bein' blown on a useless cause. W'all know that 'ssippii, 'bama, 'orgiea n' maybe 'exas will never falter in their love for the Democrats. But if us Democrats play dumb and hoist on two liberal fellers or god forbid two commieniests, then I shall act impulsively to save the south! We sure as shit ain't votin' for no damned commienist that's for damn sure! We all know that members of the Klan will see to it that only a handful vote on election day and not a slimely, senagambian, negro hand more than what us white fellers deem 'acceptable.' Are the Frasers chattin' with white buisnessmen who will be harmed by legislation passed inna the Senate by their far-left, and commienist agenda?

No, they're buisnessmen n' wimmen too. They're damn good at pullin' a quick one over many american bissnessmens n' wimmens to leave 'em high n' dry once they've roled out their rolladex for campaign contributions! I will say it clearly, the Frasers are playin' white fellers like yerself, poor white fellers, like a buncha suckers n' idjits! I, personally, don't think your very smart, not by a longshot in 'telligence, but I love y'all. That's why I'm fightin' tooth n' nail on civil rights shit that the northern yankees wanna ram down the throats o' 'sippians n' georgians n' oklahomans! Those yankees will chat yer ear off 'bout how it's a noble cause and it's tough medicine for the south to swallow. I say this, us southern babes n' wimmen n' menfellers just walk on outta the high chair n' smack the damn bottle of desegregation away from the mammy or mommy Fraser couple that wants to impose their will on good, christian fearin' folks of the South!

The Frasers sure as shit don't give y'all white fellers the same kinda 'ttention n' care that I give y'all. They just nod along their head as they slowly give all y'all the reach right-round n' BAM! Y'all are outta a job cause that negro took it. The Frasers simply want yer votes. They don't give two or even a shit 'bout your economic well-bein'. I'm different. I wanna ensure all y'all has a place to sleep. The Frasers could give a shit if y'all were starvin'. They'd only hep out their frens. I'm different. I wanna ensure all y'all are my frens, so I'll help all y'all out inna the pourin' rain to come-on-down t' my Cedar Grove plantation t' stay the night. Now, I know it'll be cramped for a couple thousand, so that's why us church fellers n' church goin' fellers needs to git off our asses. Hey, ass is inna the bibble or bible, so I can say that an the good lord won't smite me nothin'! So, y'all needs to just builds yerselfs a good home, a sturdy home. That's what I intend for. I shall not let a single poor feller go hungry or be homeless inna thie country. Poverty will be stripped from the earth and expelled into space. I'll be damned if y'all poor fellers are so miserable that y'all start listenin' to that commie Boone wit his socialist gubment 'licies! Y'all listen to me, y'here? I'll take care o' all y'all!

It's a form o' love, that's what my beratin' is. Like the lovin' whip o' a masser onna negro slave back in the good old days. I miss those days, back when us 'ssippians, us 'bamans n' us 'orgians hadda place of ours. The Civil war was fought to preserve the Confederacy, a noble goal that was unfortunately snuffed out in the place of billy yank! Damn y'all billy yank, we dids its betters inna the ol' days. Back when we had to worry 'bout diseases n' had news delivered via the telly. Not the big ass tellies, I mean telegraph. Even I don't gots a tellyvision, n' I is a rich old man who's servin' 'sippii inna the Senate!

Speakin' o' which, where in the hell is my opponent on all this? No, I don't mean the gubner or whoever's runnin' with their head up their ass in Jackson, I mean who the hell is runnin' gainst me inna the Primary? I don't see Representative Douglas throwin' his hat inna the ring? Oh, and who the hell is this here.. Floyd? Anyone inna the crowd got a clue? No? Shit. Now, I'm not goin' to slander the Montannan or Wyomian. Although I disagree with him, I'm damn glad at the commin-commie-common ground tha-t w'all is a part of. I'm willin' to work with political factions of many stripes,and I'm damn proud to call Senator Floyd Ladhe my colleauge in the Senate and personal friend. I'd gladly invite him up for a drink sometime, maybe a nice, cool cup of coca-cola!

'Ti, it seems likes my only 'ponnent inna this slugfest is Earl. Now, I'm greateful for the simpliceetee o' the voters. It means there's only a couple o' choices with respect t' the Democratic Field. Now, the same thing with Floyd or even Fraser I'll say with Earl. I'm glad to call him my senate friend, but he sure as hell ain't this ol' man's massa! Sharp ain't a man who'll be bossed or pushed around, not by no liberal crowd in washintin n' sure as hell not the Senate Majority Whip! I'm more of an independent spirit inna the senate. A Maverick if y'all will. I still chat with fellers from my state o' 'ssippii on 'cassion n' git their outlook n' input on my Senate votes. At the end of the day, I vote what I want, even if it's counterinuetive fer 'ssippii. I love me some 'ssippii as much as the next confederate, but I'll weigh both sides to an issue, and if 'ssippi sides with shit,then I'll vote for the cleen side o' the cell that's not smeared in shit!

However, I'll try my damndest to fall inna line, not with the goddamn Democratic Party, nor wit President Roosevelt nor wit whatever in the hell Senator Earl's cookin' up with bullshit, I'll fall inna line with the fellers of Mississippi. Those fellers are the only massas this senator needs to listen to! It is the ultimate mandate of the peppers n' peepers n' people folk like all y'all white fellers. If y'all wanna throw my ass on out the door next June or August with that Democratic 'pponent, y'all can do it. It'll be one helluva lesson for me to learn, but I'll intend not to screw up too badly 'tween now n' t' month o' Septemba! I love all y'all Jackson! No, not the general, I ain't one o' those 'fruity' types. I have never been nor never plan to be a communist agent of marx by sacrificin' my religon to demonic men-folk. I don't swing that way. I can't say the same for the President, damn shame he is. We've got a Republican homosexual anna prostitute floatin' bout inna the White House. It concerns me and ought to concern all y'all. This President is gay! I've been happily married to Velma since '20 somethin' and I don't intend on gittin' no divorce no time soon!

Anyways, I'll now finally chat 'bout my 'ssues n' how the hell to not blow 'em the fuck up. Simple, eh? One would think the idjit-quota of the U.S federal government might have shrunk, but no! It's grown in recent months. A damn shame. I 'member when gubment was good. When gubment was dependable. Those were the days when Warren Gamaliel Hardin' was President. None o' y'all member that? It's only been fourty years, and I think only one person in this here audience even voted for him. What's that Leroy, y'all voted for Marren G. Fardin? He wasn't onna the ballot so yer vote in '20 didn't count for shit Leory. Good old dependable Leroy. He was my neighbor across from me up the road. That's all I 'member bout y'all Lemins. Damn shame.

Where was I? Uh, I forgot, can one o' y'all bark at me where the point o' this meetin' was? What? Speak up goddamnit! Speak up! Railin' 'gainst President Davevy Wavey the Gay Gravy Baby? No... Right, I was chattin' bout vee yet nam. Or was in Chinaistan. So, my position on that war inna Chinaistan is simply this, I shall throw everything and the kitchen sink via bombin' an shellin' the shit outta the Commienists for the first nintey, no, thirty days of my administration. Y'all know we gots them big battleships. We is a goanna use them like we did inna Korea n' 'gainst Japan, like what good old General Jack did! Then I shall slowly escelate the number o' bombin's so the commies don't strike hard n' fast, then we git the hell outta this shithole country. In the meantime, I shall form a Council on Military Aid to Chinaistan. I don't mean muslim china I mean the formerly frenchy bit of southern china, southern asia.

Vee-yet nam? No, I'll just 'fer t' the war we've been ragigin' wit the idjit Dave up our ass as the southchina war. It's round the south china sea ain't it? Look onna globe when y'all git home, will ya? Christ on a shit covered bike! Now, this Council shall, with appropriate legislative action passed by both houses onna the hill, will provide either the funds to give to the chinafellers to buy things to shoot the shit out of each other, or we just sell things directly to the chinafellers to shoot the shit out of each other. We either give Vietnam money to buy guns from us, or we ship them the rifles n' bazookas n' world war surplus twoards them. Maybe even a fancy schmancy Dirigible Airship? That's high tech ain't it? It ain't? Fine, we'll see if we can sell 'em some hellcats or dauntlesses or american version o' the mig that we did in Korea.

Now, I'll chat 'bout an issue that's more concernin' that 'nam. That's ooba. I mean cuba. Now, I know that Juan's a no good son of a bitch, but he's a helluva lot better than a commie son of a bitch. If the commies win in Cuba, it's another scorebord in the form of this administration's head up their ass approach with respect to foreign policy. President Davis has let the soviets keep getting further ahead in the form of missile development while he plays golf or whatever-in the hell that President does when hes not presidentin'! Maybee readin' some goddamned books or bein' gay or somethin'! I highly doubt that Jack would have such an issue. But I'm not so sure 'bout Fraser, Boone or Ladhe. I don't think that pacifist would be balsey enough to plunge us into nuclear war. I know it ain't pleasent, but we are not in pleasent times right now. The soviets are going to be breathing down our throats america, we're going to need someone who's head ain't attatched to their ass right now! That man is Joshua Sharp.

Now, I've bored y'all enough to death, so I'll have the band play me off stage and y'all can enjoy the 'freshments, god bless all y'all, god bless the confedera-I mean the United States of America, and death to the rooskie commie bastards!"
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Postby Louisianan » Thu Apr 15, 2021 7:00 pm

Dearest Senator Sharp,

Hey pal, what do ya say you meet me at Little Brocks Diner in D.C. for lunch tomorrow? I'm paying, so don't worry about it, bring an empty stomach, and a mouth prepared for cigars.

Yours Truly,
Representative Hubert Broussard

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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Thu Apr 15, 2021 7:46 pm

Office of United States Senator Joshua Sharp
Unironically, Sharp finally had a moment of peace. In between the hectic conference calls of fellow democrats and some very boring committee assignments that were now strewn on his desk, he plopped his exhausted pair of loafers on top of the mountain of paperwork and exhaled deeply. Rubbing his temples, when he opened his eyes he noticed the sight of his campaign manager standing in his office doorway as several aides filtered to and from various committee meetings, often tagging along with their senators akin to masters and slaves in the south. He was just about to wonder where he put that Warren G. Harding biography for a good read when his moment of peace was shattered with incessant shouting of his name.
"Josh. Josh!"
"What? What the fuck is it?!" Sharp angrily barked out, clearly irritated that his inner sanctuary of his senate office was defiled with actual senate work. His heart sunk slightly in-between increasing twitches of the crusty mississippian's eyebrows, his eyes steeled and aimed with a glare at his campaign manager and senate aide.
"You got some fan mail. From a-"
Chamberlain's eyes squinted at the handwriting momentarily, pausing before carrying on with a light breath.
"Hubert Broussard."
"That asshole? What the fuck's he wants? A goddamned handout? I'm full right now!"
"Sharp, the man just wants some lunch with you. He'll even pay."
Senator Sharp's eyes perked up at that news. He was soon badgered by a growl from his gut. He hoped it was just bad gas, but then a sharp pain flowed through his body.
"Ah, my 'tomach 'urts."
"Y'all gotta eat sometime Sharp, didn't you learn nothin' bout life?"
"Oh hell Trevor, I just neglect my body's needs and hope that my age don't kill me nothin'."
"Well, if it seems to be working out for you, I'll just flip the sign and we can git some grub."
"You can go git a greasy burger or somethin' from McDonalds. I've gotta meet that son of a bitch at some diner."

With that, Senator Sharp grabbed his coat and a cigar, quickly followed by Trevor W. Chamberlain who locked his Senate office and flipped a sign that read:
THIS OLD BASTARD'S OUT FOR LUNCH
Please Slide love letters and death threats under the door.
much obliged, Office of Senator Sharp
note: Remember to remove this Sharp when you're done with lunch and not taking a nap or a shit.


Little Brocks Diner
Senator Joshua Sharp steadied himself as he made eye-contact with the waitress. He briefly scanned the establishment for his political ally. He eyed an elderly couple munching on some scrambled eggs. At the elongated counter in the middle of the room, a waitress in a pink shirt was clearing off some tables while a juxebox played some vague song he thought he had heard during that disastrous foray up into Chicago.
"Hey Hon." The waitress said in-between bites of gum, grabbing a menu and walking over to an older man. He could have sworn the lady even winked at him.
"M'am, I'll have you know my wife ain't dead yet." The man said sternly, while the lady simply shrugged her shoulders and set the menue down infront of a table where another man was already sitting.
"M'am. Coke if y'all gots its. If not then just give me a lemonade or somethin' with sour sh-stuff innit, please."
"Ain't you that feller that's racist?"
Senator Sharp burst out laughing, hitting his fists on the table before composing himself with a straight face.
"Y'alled have to be more specific, there's a lotta racists down here in the south. I'm the 'ssisppian who's runnin' fer President."
"Oh, You must be Earl."
Senator's Sharp face went flush first with embarrassment, then rage.
"No, I'm Sharp. I understand the confusion. Earl's from Teenassu or Teen nass seee, gits it? I'm from 'ssippii. Just git me the soup of the day."
With a nod, The lady returned with a coca-cola for Sharp, who smiled at the waitress appreciatevly before waiting for her to leave and stare at Huey Broussard.
"So, you young bastard, Y'all didn't bring me outta my swamp o' 'ssippii anna spring me from my Senate Jail-sentence o' eleven years just to git me a coca-cola, what's there t' chat 'bout?"
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Postby Louisianan » Thu Apr 15, 2021 7:57 pm

Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Office of United States Senator Joshua Sharp
Unironically, Sharp finally had a moment of peace. In between the hectic conference calls of fellow democrats and some very boring committee assignments that were now strewn on his desk, he plopped his exhausted pair of loafers on top of the mountain of paperwork and exhaled deeply. Rubbing his temples, when he opened his eyes he noticed the sight of his campaign manager standing in his office doorway as several aides filtered to and from various committee meetings, often tagging along with their senators akin to masters and slaves in the south. He was just about to wonder where he put that Warren G. Harding biography for a good read when his moment of peace was shattered with incessant shouting of his name.
"Josh. Josh!"
"What? What the fuck is it?!" Sharp angrily barked out, clearly irritated that his inner sanctuary of his senate office was defiled with actual senate work. His heart sunk slightly in-between increasing twitches of the crusty mississippian's eyebrows, his eyes steeled and aimed with a glare at his campaign manager and senate aide.
"You got some fan mail. From a-"
Chamberlain's eyes squinted at the handwriting momentarily, pausing before carrying on with a light breath.
"Hubert Broussard."
"That asshole? What the fuck's he wants? A goddamned handout? I'm full right now!"
"Sharp, the man just wants some lunch with you. He'll even pay."
Senator Sharp's eyes perked up at that news. He was soon badgered by a growl from his gut. He hoped it was just bad gas, but then a sharp pain flowed through his body.
"Ah, my 'tomach 'urts."
"Y'all gotta eat sometime Sharp, didn't you learn nothin' bout life?"
"Oh hell Trevor, I just neglect my body's needs and hope that my age don't kill me nothin'."
"Well, if it seems to be working out for you, I'll just flip the sign and we can git some grub."
"You can go git a greasy burger or somethin' from McDonalds. I've gotta meet that son of a bitch at some diner."

With that, Senator Sharp grabbed his coat and a cigar, quickly followed by Trevor W. Chamberlain who locked his Senate office and flipped a sign that read:
THIS OLD BASTARD'S OUT FOR LUNCH
Please Slide love letters and death threats under the door.
much obliged, Office of Senator Sharp
note: Remember to remove this Sharp when you're done with lunch and not taking a nap or a shit.


Little Brocks Diner
Senator Joshua Sharp steadied himself as he made eye-contact with the waitress. He briefly scanned the establishment for his political ally. He eyed an elderly couple munching on some scrambled eggs. At the elongated counter in the middle of the room, a waitress in a pink shirt was clearing off some tables while a juxebox played some vague song he thought he had heard during that disastrous foray up into Chicago.
"Hey Hon." The waitress said in-between bites of gum, grabbing a menu and walking over to an older man. He could have sworn the lady even winked at him.
"M'am, I'll have you know my wife ain't dead yet." The man said sternly, while the lady simply shrugged her shoulders and set the menue down infront of a table where another man was already sitting.
"M'am. Coke if y'all gots its. If not then just give me a lemonade or somethin' with sour sh-stuff innit, please."
"Ain't you that feller that's racist?"
Senator Sharp burst out laughing, hitting his fists on the table before composing himself with a straight face.
"Y'alled have to be more specific, there's a lotta racists down here in the south. I'm the 'ssisppian who's runnin' fer President."
"Oh, You must be Earl."
Senator's Sharp face went flush first with embarrassment, then rage.
"No, I'm Sharp. I understand the confusion. Earl's from Teenassu or Teen nass seee, gits it? I'm from 'ssippii. Just git me the soup of the day."
With a nod, The lady returned with a coca-cola for Sharp, who smiled at the waitress appreciatevly before waiting for her to leave and stare at Huey Broussard.
"So, you young bastard, Y'all didn't bring me outta my swamp o' 'ssippii anna spring me from my Senate Jail-sentence o' eleven years just to git me a coca-cola, what's there t' chat 'bout?"

Hubert bit out of his sandwich, as the waitress returned with a Pepsi for him. "Thank ya, ma'am," he said looking her up and down, he then placed a twenty-dollar bill in between her bosoms. He continued to sip the Pepsi before he spoke to Sharp, "That's all it is. Just want to bond a little bit. Plus, I want to ask your professional opinion on that Nawlins fiasco. What do you think about that sit-iation"

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Senator Sharp, internally, was disappointed that there was no larger-meaning to the munching of sandwiches and deli meats. But externally, he kept a pleasant demeanor on his face, even if he lost concentration and had a flash of disappointment and regret for accepting the offer. But he chuckled slightly at the thought of not going hungry.

"Ah. Well I'm one fer bondin' wit the fellers on the hill. I don't tend to chat much with fellers on the house. It's all been a strict status o' senators. I mean I've got the 'ption o' chattin' wit Earl when I'm not in trouble for bein' a maverick inna the Democratic Party by buckin' my damn party. Oh, and there's Sofia. She's a polite n' smart lady, that's what I like 'bout 'er. Even if I got my ass kicked inna that debate, I'd do it 'gain, but maybe with less 'gleeness n' nastyness."

Senator Sharp took a elongated sip on his Pepsi-Cola before continuing.
"As for that disaster inna 'Nawleens, publiclly t' my staff I'd say: I wanted more blood inna the streets. But privately Huey, I'm glad y'all handled it as well as y'all did. I mean politicakly. If there was a massacre 'inna Sippii or 'siana with more fellers dyin, that'd make Little Rock look like a local cross burnin' onna Negros's lawn! I don't want that kinda publicitee when I'm runnin' t' save the south from the ravages of the yankee liberal northerners. Then they'd want to push on more radical progress that dixie simply ain't ready for.

Oh, and I've told my staff not to leak or nothin' my 'marks wit the blood. That was just to them and they had better shut the hell up 'bout its. As for the future, here's my 'mmediate goals, kick the shit outta that gubner or whoever else that wanna's challenges me next year for my seat, continue to work to anna from dee cee n' Mississippi an see how far I can git inna the primaries. My main goal is, if not to knock Boone out, then I might even endorse Ladhe. But my main 'ssues how prickly anna fickle I am onna 'nam. So here's what I'm gonna do, I won't mention 'nam anymore inna my speeches. I'll try not to. If I keep flip-floppin on that I ain't goin' very far now am I?"
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Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp, internally, was disappointed that there was no larger-meaning to the munching of sandwiches and deli meats. But externally, he kept a pleasant demeanor on his face, even if he lost concentration and had a flash of disappointment and regret for accepting the offer. But he chuckled slightly at the thought of not going hungry.

"Ah. Well I'm one fer bondin' wit the fellers on the hill. I don't tend to chat much with fellers on the house. It's all been a strict status o' senators. I mean I've got the 'ption o' chattin' wit Earl when I'm not in trouble for bein' a maverick inna the Democratic Party by buckin' my damn party. Oh, and there's Sofia. She's a polite n' smart lady, that's what I like 'bout 'er. Even if I got my ass kicked inna that debate, I'd do it 'gain, but maybe with less 'gleeness n' nastyness."

Senator Sharp took a elongated sip on his Pepsi-Cola before continuing.
"As for that disaster inna 'Nawleens, publiclly t' my staff I'd say: I wanted more blood inna the streets. But privately Huey, I'm glad y'all handled it as well as y'all did. I mean politicakly. If there was a massacre 'inna Sippii or 'siana with more fellers dyin, that'd make Little Rock look like a local cross burnin' onna Negros's lawn! I don't want that kinda publicitee when I'm runnin' t' save the south from the ravages of the yankee liberal northerners. Then they'd want to push on more radical progress that dixie simply ain't ready for.

Oh, and I've told my staff not to leak or nothin' my 'marks wit the blood. That was just to them and they had better shut the hell up 'bout its. As for the future, here's my 'mmediate goals, kick the shit outta that gubner or whoever else that wanna's challenges me next year for my seat, continue to work to anna from dee cee n' Mississippi an see how far I can git inna the primaries. My main goal is, if not to knock Boone out, then I might even endorse Ladhe. But my main 'ssues how prickly anna fickle I am onna 'nam. So here's what I'm gonna do, I won't mention 'nam anymore inna my speeches. I'll try not to. If I keep flip-floppin on that I ain't goin' very far now am I?"

"Probably not. I did my best to keep the peace, but in all honesty, that car was scheduled to be where it was and to do what it did. I honestly didn't want nobody to get hurt. I warned them. I did, I tried to warn them. They didn't listen to me, it is my fault that negro died, and I am remorseful. No good Christian puts a family through something like that. His children won't know nothing about their daddy, all they'll know is Hubert Broussard killed him. Thats all they'll know." Hubert stopped eating, his eyes began to well up, and he dabbed them with a napkin, "I didn't mean to hurt folks, honest. I just meant to jar 'em a little bit."

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"Oh Huey, I know y'all don't mean to hurt no-one who's not goin' t' hurt y'all chillens or yer familee. I'm glad you gave them a scare, those negroes don't need any fancy funerals, just a plain n' simple one. A simple funeral fer simple folks. I'm sure that dead negroe's chillens will be just fine. I think their mammy ought to be very proud o' his husband. He stood up for what he believed in, and it cost the negro his life. Huey, y' did damn good fer yerself. Damn, damn good. You gave the negroes a scare anna even hep'd 'em out. That's the thing that's a lil' puzzulin' to a creature seeminly o' the 20's rather than the 50's. Why'd ya help the negro when he was protestin' n' violatin' city 'dorinances proally. I thinks they were viloinin, violatin' some kinda Jim Crow Law by bein' there inna 'siana n' Nawleens. I haven't been there much anyways."
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Newne Carriebean7 wrote:"Oh Huey, I know y'all don't mean to hurt no-one who's not goin' t' hurt y'all chillens or yer familee. I'm glad you gave them a scare, those negroes don't need any fancy funerals, just a plain n' simple one. A simple funeral fer simple folks. I'm sure that dead negroe's chillens will be just fine. I think their mammy ought to be very proud o' his husband. He stood up for what he believed in, and it cost the negro his life. Huey, y' did damn good fer yerself. Damn, damn good. You gave the negroes a scare anna even hep'd 'em out. That's the thing that's a lil' puzzulin' to a creature seeminly o' the 20's rather than the 50's. Why'd ya help the negro when he was protestin' n' violatin' city 'dorinances proally. I thinks they were viloinin, violatin' some kinda Jim Crow Law by bein' there inna 'siana n' Nawleens. I haven't been there much anyways."

"Well, I think so. I was just trying to keep the peace in the city by scaring them out. I just hope no freedom rides come through here. Y'all better watch out in Mississippi. They headin down from Georgia if I remember right." Huey said, wiping his eyes and taking another bite of burger.

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"Ah shit. That's just what we need inna Mississippi! A bunch o' commienist Senegambian negroes stickin' their noses where they don't belong. It's as if President Davis is encouragin' it in order to destabilize the fabric of southern society with miscegenation n' race mixin'! Well I'll haveta holda few rallies inna Georgia to make sure they know who they're goin' up 'gainst. I may be an old man, but I am a stubborn old man who can't be pushed round or bullied! I'll see t'it that the south is as stubborn like me on the issue o' segregation. If we give an inch with these liberals anna the negroes they'll take a mile! I see to it that if they do take that inch, it will be soaked in blood, sweat and tears."

Senator Sharp briefly pulled out a notepad and scribbled something down, muttering to himself: "That's good. Heh, heh, heh.. I'll have to use that inna 'lanta or Charleston. Good shit right there."
"Thanks for the heads up Huey, I'll have to ensure that my neighbors are readied. I know they're members o' the Klan. The good Klan that is, not a commie Klan. If they do ride their buses through 'ssippii, some of the buses will have their tires stolen by the wind. T-the Southern winds, that's for damn sure! With the numbness o' Earl, you and me seem to be the only ones actually fightin' for dixie. Earl's too northern for my likin unfortunately. But when I agree with commie boone, I'll agree with 'em, and when I disagree with him, I'll disagree and slander him inna the press an try to git at his ego. Lord knows that mans gotta ego. I just needs to poke it on 'cassion. Just to rile him up like what he does wit his 'peeches n' 'beginin's o' 'ems. He digs at me like that, and I git back at 'em with some characterization. It's simply a matter o' politics."
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Newne Carriebean7 wrote:"Ah shit. That's just what we need inna Mississippi! A bunch o' commienist Senegambian negroes stickin' their noses where they don't belong. It's as if President Davis is encouragin' it in order to destabilize the fabric of southern society with miscegenation n' race mixin'! Well I'll haveta holda few rallies inna Georgia to make sure they know who they're goin' up 'gainst. I may be an old man, but I am a stubborn old man who can't be pushed round or bullied! I'll see t'it that the south is as stubborn like me on the issue o' segregation. If we give an inch with these liberals anna the negroes they'll take a mile! I see to it that if they do take that inch, it will be soaked in blood, sweat and tears."

Senator Sharp briefly pulled out a notepad and scribbled something down, muttering to himself: "That's good. Heh, heh, heh.. I'll have to use that inna 'lanta or Charleston. Good shit right there."
"Thanks for the heads up Huey, I'll have to ensure that my neighbors are readied. I know they're members o' the Klan. The good Klan that is, not a commie Klan. If they do ride their buses through 'ssippii, some of the buses will have their tires stolen by the wind. T-the Southern winds, that's for damn sure! With the numbness o' Earl, you and me seem to be the only ones actually fightin' for dixie. Earl's too northern for my likin unfortunately. But when I agree with commie boone, I'll agree with 'em, and when I disagree with him, I'll disagree and slander him inna the press an try to git at his ego. Lord knows that mans gotta ego. I just needs to poke it on 'cassion. Just to rile him up like what he does wit his 'peeches n' 'beginin's o' 'ems. He digs at me like that, and I git back at 'em with some characterization. It's simply a matter o' politics."

"To be clear," Hubert said, swallowing a french fry whole, "I support your politics, but I support Boone's campaign as a whole because it's a bit more organized and more likely to win the nomination. We can't just put an extremist in office, we have to put a moderate in who swings more extreme depending on how his supporters are."

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Senator Sharp nodded his head in agreement, even if his eyes and heart sank a little at that news. Finishing his coke, he pushed his glass to the side for a refill.
"Damn shame. I was hopin' we might come to some sort o' 'greement, but It's fine. I'm just disappointed inna you Huey. I disagree wit y'er labelin' me an 'exteremist.' Look at the slander they're paintin' poor "fightin' mad Jack" by the Frasers and the liberal wing of the Democratic Party. My main beef is with Earl I'll have you know. But, inna the 'ginin' I thought I had a friend. Then I fired the first shot o' fort sumpter against Yankee lovin' Earl. Here's hopin' I've got a buncha Lees n' Longstreets inna my batallion o' 'ssippii rather than the incompetence o' general Bragg."

Sharp slowly reached his hand around the green coca-cola glass container, a feeling of the frigid ice taking him off guard and forcing a momentary glance down and a big toothy grin at the refilled cup of diabetes and sugar water.

"But, yer 'titled to whatever the hell you wanna belive in or fight wit, Huey. But I shall see to it that the Democrats have some sort of moderate come the DNC next year. We've gotta come together for a son o' dixie n' a son o' Billy Yank. It seems to be the only people who are whistilin' dixie are Earl and me. He's whistilin' the racist part to himself inna the bathroom over 'state's rights'. He's gittin abstract wit his 'deas inna that old mind o' his. Me? well I'm sayin' the racist part outloud and it's workin' fine for the fellers o' the south. The poor white fellers n' rich white fellers. So long as I git the support o' white fellers, I have damn sky high confidence in my campaign.

My campaign ain't just a one train station. It's got a buncha 'ferrent trains linin' up at 'ferrent stations n' what have all y'all. I just need to stratergerize what in the hell to do with my time. But, I'm going to give this effort my damndest. If it means I'll have to balance out time takin' the bus from Washintin' to Cedar Grove, I'll have to. If I miss some vote on the floor the fellers inna 'ssisppii won't mind. They'll understand I'm tryin' t' fight fer them onna the campaign trail, and I don't have time to vote on 'ssues regardin' whatever in the hell is goin' t' go by the Senate. I'll just talk to a paper t' give my two cents then spend five pennies onna bus ride to Virginia for a rally.

'Gain, I needs to stress this, Y'all can bad-mouth my campaign's incompetence all y'all want. I'm still goin' forwards. That debate wit Fraser managed to make my name at least a household name for the one time the family got together fer supper n' listened t' the radio. If one time twenty million americans heard my name and thought: 'oh yeah he's a thing'. That's somethin'. Hot damn on a sear-gear fucked isotope, that's somethin'! I'll need to fillibuster more n' more o' the bills that the liberal crowds pushin. I'll see to it that southern rights, state's rights and sharp's rights ain't trampled by the liberal radicals that wanna push desegregation. I am just as stubborn as most of the south when it comes t' votin' for negroes and I'll see to it that America knows that clearly."


Senator Sharp took a sip of coke before bursting in laughter, having the soda come out of the seventy one year old southern senator's nose and onto the table.
"Ha ha ha! Oh shit. Sorry 'bout that Huey Louey, I thought o' somethin' that made me chuckle. I was thinkerin' if the negro mobs n' rioters wanna march through Jackson, It'll be the last road they all march through anyways. I'll need to goad those commie senagambians into ridin' their damned buses n' marchin down here, only for me n' the good white fellers o' the Caucasian American Rights Patty-Party, or CARP to give them the ol' left hook!"

Senator Sharp then returns to a serious tone.
"Just to be frank, jolly n' square wit you Huey, I don't want that to happen. The eyes o' the world are already firmly onna the shit that happened inna 'nawlins this week. I'll see to it that my members of CARP are under control if that commie negro marches through Mississippii. Can't promise the same about my neighbors inna the Klan, now can I? Maybe some broken winnows onna their buses n' slashed tires. Oh, yes... I'll have to make some phone calls inna Cedar Grove when I take a break there. No negro bus is goin' to make it through Mississippii or my name ain't Joshua Norton Sharp!"
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp nodded his head in agreement, even if his eyes and heart sank a little at that news. Finishing his coke, he pushed his glass to the side for a refill.
"Damn shame. I was hopin' we might come to some sort o' 'greement, but It's fine. I'm just disappointed inna you Huey. I disagree wit y'er labelin' me an 'exteremist.' Look at the slander they're paintin' poor "fightin' mad Jack" by the Frasers and the liberal wing of the Democratic Party. My main beef is with Earl I'll have you know. But, inna the 'ginin' I thought I had a friend. Then I fired the first shot o' fort sumpter against Yankee lovin' Earl. Here's hopin' I've got a buncha Lees n' Longstreets inna my batallion o' 'ssippii rather than the incompetence o' general Bragg."

Sharp slowly reached his hand around the green coca-cola glass container, a feeling of the frigid ice taking him off guard and forcing a momentary glance down and a big toothy grin at the refilled cup of diabetes and sugar water.

"But, yer 'titled to whatever the hell you wanna belive in or fight wit, Huey. But I shall see to it that the Democrats have some sort of moderate come the DNC next year. We've gotta come together for a son o' dixie n' a son o' Billy Yank. It seems to be the only people who are whistilin' dixie are Earl and me. He's whistilin' the racist part to himself inna the bathroom over 'state's rights'. He's gittin abstract wit his 'deas inna that old mind o' his. Me? well I'm sayin' the racist part outloud and it's workin' fine for the fellers o' the south. The poor white fellers n' rich white fellers. So long as I git the support o' white fellers, I have damn sky high confidence in my campaign.

My campaign ain't just a one train station. It's got a buncha 'ferrent trains linin' up at 'ferrent stations n' what have all y'all. I just need to stratergerize what in the hell to do with my time. But, I'm going to give this effort my damndest. If it means I'll have to balance out time takin' the bus from Washintin' to Cedar Grove, I'll have to. If I miss some vote on the floor the fellers inna 'ssisppii won't mind. They'll understand I'm tryin' t' fight fer them onna the campaign trail, and I don't have time to vote on 'ssues regardin' whatever in the hell is goin' t' go by the Senate. I'll just talk to a paper t' give my two cents then spend five pennies onna bus ride to Virginia for a rally.

'Gain, I needs to stress this, Y'all can bad-mouth my campaign's incompetence all y'all want. I'm still goin' forwards. That debate wit Fraser managed to make my name at least a household name for the one time the family got together fer supper n' listened t' the radio. If one time twenty million americans heard my name and thought: 'oh yeah he's a thing'. That's somethin'. Hot damn on a sear-gear fucked isotope, that's somethin'! I'll need to fillibuster more n' more o' the bills that the liberal crowds pushin. I'll see to it that southern rights, state's rights and sharp's rights ain't trampled by the liberal radicals that wanna push desegregation. I am just as stubborn as most of the south when it comes t' votin' for negroes and I'll see to it that America knows that clearly."


Senator Sharp took a sip of coke before bursting in laughter, having the soda come out of the seventy one year old southern senator's nose and onto the table.
"Ha ha ha! Oh shit. Sorry 'bout that Huey Louey, I thought o' somethin' that made me chuckle. I was thinkerin' if the negro mobs n' rioters wanna march through Jackson, It'll be the last road they all march through anyways. I'll need to goad those commie senagambians into ridin' their damned buses n' marchin down here, only for me n' the good white fellers o' the Caucasian American Rights Patty-Party, or CARP to give them the ol' left hook!"

Senator Sharp then returns to a serious tone.
"Just to be frank, jolly n' square wit you Huey, I don't want that to happen. The eyes o' the world are already firmly onna the shit that happened inna 'nawlins this week. I'll see to it that my members of CARP are under control if that commie negro marches through Mississippii. Can't promise the same about my neighbors inna the Klan, now can I? Maybe some broken winnows onna their buses n' slashed tires. Oh, yes... I'll have to make some phone calls inna Cedar Grove when I take a break there. No negro bus is goin' to make it through Mississippii or my name ain't Joshua Norton Sharp!"

Hubert laughs as the conversation goes on, "No offense, Jay, but listen, if you were here in 1875 you'd win this election outright. This is 1959, times are changing, and you better change with it. No more short bobs for the women, it looks like they may take up big beehive hairdos. No more quiet nights at home watching television, or I Love Lucy, but instead beach surfin'! Me and you, we're from the old south, we need to migrate with the rest of the south and join the new south. I am prepared to make that change, how 'bout you? Your answer may very well determine your Senate career. I mean, if you can't adapt to M'sippi, then I doubt they'll keep you much longer. Have you ever thought about running for Guvna?"

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"Nonsense. There's a buncha old men like myself who appreciate what I've done for 'ssippii. I don't see the comparison wit' 75 n' '60. It's still a Democratic State. No Republican has been elected to M'sippii for a good long while now. The Democrats have got a lock on the south. Huey, you can go off into the sunset and pitch yer tent wit the new south. I'm still madly in love with the old south. It's fine cheese, smokey bbq n' damn good racial laws. I don't want our time honored traditions to be swept aside for new-fangled garbage the kiddos n' youth o' today push on us elderly fellers.

When I was a young lawyer, I fought long n' hard for poor fellers, rich fellers n' white fellers as my clientele. I took long hours and spent many o' saturdays n' thursdays arguin' infronta a judge n' jury. That career propelled me into the house where I bitterly fought against Roosevelt and survived his damn attempts like Smith. That made my move into the Senate easy after a few years o' tending t' Cedar Grove with the misses. Y'all know who smith was? Senator from South Carolina who violently criticized much of the new deal back in the '40s. If my career will go down like Smith, I'll be damned. But those are the cards that politikal life gits ya ain't it?"


Senator Sharp was caught a little off guard by a gubernatorial bid.
"Uh-Huey.. I'm not sure. I'll have you know I've been involved in politics for a good twenty four years now. I spent four terms in the House, had 'bout eleven years now in the Senate, that makes it nineteen years o' me representin' 'ssippii. I'm not so sure 'bout some sorta gubernatorial bid. As much as I'd like to knock off that damned gubner, I think I'll do it inna six or eight years. I'm goin' t' focus on winnin' re-election to my Senate Seat. I've thought o' this, I'll not run for a third term in the Senate in '66, that way I'll git the gubner ship in '67, serve a full term with the idjits in Jackson, then run for my old Senate seat in '72. I'll serve in the Senate for another two terms, so I'm goin' t' be leavin Mississippiian politiks behind when I git outta the Senate in '84 n' not run for re-election. Then I can retire to Cedar Grove at the ripe old age o' nintey seven years old. Or I could run for the U.S House o' Representin', win a seat for my Grove n' go back n' forth to n' from washintin' for a single extra term. That means I'll retire one year shy o' my one hunded birthday.

Now, 'member Huey, It's just a plan I've been thinkerin' inna my mind from. But I damn like it."
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Newne Carriebean7 wrote:"Nonsense. There's a buncha old men like myself who appreciate what I've done for 'ssippii. I don't see the comparison wit' 75 n' '60. It's still a Democratic State. No Republican has been elected to M'sippii for a good long while now. The Democrats have got a lock on the south. Huey, you can go off into the sunset and pitch yer tent wit the new south. I'm still madly in love with the old south. It's fine cheese, smokey bbq n' damn good racial laws. I don't want our time honored traditions to be swept aside for new-fangled garbage the kiddos n' youth o' today push on us elderly fellers.

When I was a young lawyer, I fought long n' hard for poor fellers, rich fellers n' white fellers as my clientele. I took long hours and spent many o' saturdays n' thursdays arguin' infronta a judge n' jury. That career propelled me into the house where I bitterly fought against Roosevelt and survived his damn attempts like Smith. That made my move into the Senate easy after a few years o' tending t' Cedar Grove with the misses. Y'all know who smith was? Senator from South Carolina who violently criticized much of the new deal back in the '40s. If my career will go down like Smith, I'll be damned. But those are the cards that politikal life gits ya ain't it?"


Senator Sharp was caught a little off guard by a gubernatorial bid.
"Uh-Huey.. I'm not sure. I'll have you know I've been involved in politics for a good twenty four years now. I spent four terms in the House, had 'bout eleven years now in the Senate, that makes it nineteen years o' me representin' 'ssippii. I'm not so sure 'bout some sorta gubernatorial bid. As much as I'd like to knock off that damned gubner, I think I'll do it inna six or eight years. I'm goin' t' focus on winnin' re-election to my Senate Seat. I've thought o' this, I'll not run for a third term in the Senate in '66, that way I'll git the gubner ship in '67, serve a full term with the idjits in Jackson, then run for my old Senate seat in '72. I'll serve in the Senate for another two terms, so I'm goin' t' be leavin Mississippiian politiks behind when I git outta the Senate in '84 n' not run for re-election. Then I can retire to Cedar Grove at the ripe old age o' nintey seven years old. Or I could run for the U.S House o' Representin', win a seat for my Grove n' go back n' forth to n' from washintin' for a single extra term. That means I'll retire one year shy o' my one hunded birthday.

Now, 'member Huey, It's just a plan I've been thinkerin' inna my mind from. But I damn like it."

"You've had a long life, and believe it or not, I use some of your old tactics every once in a while. Good man, you are. I think you ought to retire soon, can't work as hard as you do, for the rest of your life, not good for you." Hubert replied, shaking his head

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Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Fri Apr 16, 2021 11:10 am

Joshua Sharp extended a toothy grin at Hubert before erupting in a fit of laughter, each belly laugh from the southerner more ravenous, garnering some attention and unwanted eyeballs from the rest of the patrons at the diner before he calmed down.

"You learned from the ol' massa now didn't ya? That's my boy! Is workin inna the Senate n' house for a quarter o' a century tirin'? Well if it ain't I'd think I was twenty or even forty years younger than I am now. It's a helluva burden on my shoulders, but I bear it each and every day for the good people o' Mississippi n' the good folks round my plantation. I'm well aware I can't handle as much work as I used to. That's somethin' that father time does to a man. Y'all start hearin' voices 'inna yer head. Y'all start seein' things n' yer mind g'ans. Now, I'm still as sharp as I ever was, at least that's what my psychiatrist said. June was a good man, I only wish I threw my shoes and hit the cheatin' bastard more firmly! I played poker with 'em an he cheated me. Damn bastard at cards, but a damn good doctor."

Senator Sharp then pulls out a cigar and lights it, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

"I'm just a g'an as long as I can till I can't no more. They'd have to pry my sorry ass from my office if the gubner wants to sit heres. 'gan, I still have this ideer 'inna my head that I'm 'inna my forties or thirties. I still keep thinkin' that I was 'inna world war II. I was 'inna that war, on the home front bitchin' n' moanin' bout more pork for my 'ssippian representatives. That's my achillies hill. I is too hard workin' t' notice me tiredness. I work damn hard for my people inna 'ssippii and I don't intend to stop. The only way I am leavin' washintin' is either inna casket or if thems fellers in 'sippii git manipulated by my opponent and call me down to git outta office."

Senator Sharp then looks at his cigar and sighs.

"Oh, these things can't be good for me, but It's my vice. I might even make it my runnin' mate. Sharp-Tobacco, 1960: A Puff for every man!"
Sharp laughed in his slack-jawed local accented belly laughs before calming down.
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Postby Louisianan » Fri Apr 16, 2021 11:45 am

Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Joshua Sharp extended a toothy grin at Hubert before erupting in a fit of laughter, each belly laugh from the southerner more ravenous, garnering some attention and unwanted eyeballs from the rest of the patrons at the diner before he calmed down.

"You learned from the ol' massa now didn't ya? That's my boy! Is workin inna the Senate n' house for a quarter o' a century tirin'? Well if it ain't I'd think I was twenty or even forty years younger than I am now. It's a helluva burden on my shoulders, but I bear it each and every day for the good people o' Mississippi n' the good folks round my plantation. I'm well aware I can't handle as much work as I used to. That's somethin' that father time does to a man. Y'all start hearin' voices 'inna yer head. Y'all start seein' things n' yer mind g'ans. Now, I'm still as sharp as I ever was, at least that's what my psychiatrist said. June was a good man, I only wish I threw my shoes and hit the cheatin' bastard more firmly! I played poker with 'em an he cheated me. Damn bastard at cards, but a damn good doctor."

Senator Sharp then pulls out a cigar and lights it, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

"I'm just a g'an as long as I can till I can't no more. They'd have to pry my sorry ass from my office if the gubner wants to sit heres. 'gan, I still have this ideer 'inna my head that I'm 'inna my forties or thirties. I still keep thinkin' that I was 'inna world war II. I was 'inna that war, on the home front bitchin' n' moanin' bout more pork for my 'ssippian representatives. That's my achillies hill. I is too hard workin' t' notice me tiredness. I work damn hard for my people inna 'ssippii and I don't intend to stop. The only way I am leavin' washintin' is either inna casket or if thems fellers in 'sippii git manipulated by my opponent and call me down to git outta office."

Senator Sharp then looks at his cigar and sighs.

"Oh, these things can't be good for me, but It's my vice. I might even make it my runnin' mate. Sharp-Tobacco, 1960: A Puff for every man!"
Sharp laughed in his slack-jawed local accented belly laughs before calming down.

"Ain't good for ya?" Hubert laughed, "Hell, my sister went and had a mental breakdown, they prescribed her three packs of cigarettes a day. Ain't that something, old boy? Smoking ain't never killed no-one has it? Nope."

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Postby Deblar » Sat Apr 17, 2021 8:54 am

James sat in his home office, as he usually did, except the mood was different. Since the march in New Orleans, he’d remained mostly out of the public eye, outside of a short interview with the Associated Press. He couldn’t stop thinking about the march, but more importantly, he couldn’t stop thinking about the death of Gerald Marshal. Cora often had to tell him “it wasn’t your fault”, but James still blamed himself. He sighed, still thinking, when the phone on his desk rang. He quickly answered.

“This is Chairman Brown Jr.”, he spoke into the phone.

“Hey.”, spoke an older woman’s voice. James almost immediately recognized it. “Ms. Marshal. How’s it been?”

“Oh, I’m making it.”, she replied.

“I just wanna say again that I’m very sorry about what happened to your son.”(James)

“Oh, please, don’t remind me. I’ve gotten so many well wishes from so many... it’s really starting to get old.(Ms. Marshal)

”Of course, forgive me. I must sound like a broken record.”

“I know you blame yourself for what happened to Gerald. It wasn’t your fault. Knowing him, I’m sure if he knew what price he’d have to pay beforehand, he still would’ve showed up. He truly did believe that he could help bring change.”

“And he still will. Hopefully, the sacrifice he made won’t go in vain, and change will come soon.”

“But you know...he was...taken from us...”

Her voice began to break. For a while, they both stayed silent, then finally, Ms. Marshal composed herself and spoke.

“There’s gonna be justice for what they did to my boy.”

“Indeed there will be.”

“Well, figure I’ve kept you long enough. We’ll see you at the service, right?”

“Of course. Thank you for calling me.”

“You’re welcome. Well, I’ll see you there. Bye.”

James hung up the phone. He still couldn’t stop thinking about Gerald, but knew that what his mother said was right. There should be justice, and there will be justice. It may take time, but the change the Gerald Marshal died for would come, especially if James and the NNRC kept fighting for it.

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Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Sat Apr 17, 2021 9:57 am

"Well, that's yer 'pinion onnit Huey. I think I've been smokin' these damn things since the shit I saw inna France. When y'all see a body decomposin' wit a buncha ants n' critters nestled innit... Y'all best need somethin' else t' git it off yer nerves. If my doctor says It's bad, then I'll quit. But I still need 'em to... take 'way the pain o' memories when I was inna Flanders n' France. The damned Krauts. I could've had a promisin' legal career head o' me, but I dropped my studies when the krauts sunk the 'sitania. One hundded americans died thanks to that damned Kaiser.

That's what pissed me off. One hunnded innocent white fellers swallowed up by the seas. When ol' willy Wilson let the krauts have it thanks to Congress, I urged my 'ssippian representative at the time to give 'em hell. He just blew me off. It pissed me off to high hell. I was so young that I thought of runnin' 'gainst my local representative inna Congress. But I just thinkered 'bout it till I decided to be more productive n' serve my country n' shit. Shit indeed. Huey, do the screams of wounded men echo inna yer dreams, do the sobs o' fellers for their mommies n' god knowin' that mista medic can only say a prayer fer the man? I'm plumb distressed t' say I still hear 'em. "


"Almost fourty years later an I still hear 'em... I still hear 'em. It haunts a good, christien man like myself to see fellow, god fearin', white europeanized men do such horrible things t' one another. No man wants to admit they killed, cause killin' a sin inna my church. But I was inna-volved inna a destructive, destructive war. I might be goin' t' hell, or heaven. I don't not fuckin' know. Only god knows the answer t' that."

Joshua Sharp gestures to his still lit cigar.
"It's why I still do these. It's t' keep me sane. I've just gotta feelin' they ain't, what's the jew word, Kosher for me. 'Member now Huey, these cigarettes are the only thing preventin' me from leapin'. I'll have t' see 'bout my doctor n' my mental state. I'll have to chat wit my neighbor."
Senator Sharp slunks back in his chair, polishing off his third glass of coca-cola before barking at the waitress.
"M'am! One more for the road. Huey, It's been nice t' talk t' y'all. As much as I hold y'all in contempt for bein...wishy washy onna yer morales, I'm willin' t' git a nice glass o' coca-cola from the man that's got my back inna the House."
The gum-chewing waitress then slaps a green cup of coca-cola onto the table, which Sharp grins childishly at before taking a long chug of the soft drink akin to a drinking game that one would play in colledge. He slams the cup down in victory before shaking his head in excitement.
"Hot damn m'am, what in the fuck is in there? cocaine? Git me one more for the road, I'll have to hold some rallies inna 'latana just to stockpile on Coke."
Sharp then stands up and beams a smile at Huey Broussard.
"See y'all gaters later. Buh-bye Huey, thanks for lunch."
With that, Sharp waves goodbye at Huey before turning for the door, a fresh from the cooler coca-cola bottle happily in hand as he whistles dixie out the front door.
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Postby Louisianan » Sat Apr 17, 2021 2:24 pm


Houma, Louisiana

Broussard Townhall
February 29th, 1959
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"Thank y'all for coming this afternoon. I am reaching out to my community, in the form of a town hall. I am a Representative of Louisiana, and I have an obligation to provide you with up-to-date information on the workings of our government, as well as the workings of our state. The Davis Administration, while being an administration of opposition to state rights, is an administration that has been open to bipartisanship, and has opened itself to criticism."

"I also understand that that criticism is to be dished out to all folks, no matter their station in government and just like the Davis Administration, I now also open myself up to this criticism, as a rite of passage for all government officials. I open the floor now to questions pertaining to the work of our government, and to my work as your representative. "

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Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Sat Apr 17, 2021 2:36 pm

An ancient looking man holding a cobbed pipe firmly squinted before standing up and hollering at Broussard for his attention.

"Mista Brother sardine, Broussard, wow yer name is hards to prow-nownce. Likes my wives. She's isa brandy-eeine. My name be Cletus Gordon n' I just wanna t' ask y'alls fellers whot in t' he hell y'all doin' inna gubment. My main worry's onna the tax man. Now, this senator from miss sippii promises my tax rate to be lower. Have y' chated wit that there man o' his inna miss sippii onna lower tax rate for us fellers who've just gotta shack wit a leaky facuet fer cover n' don't wanna pay the tax man more than we needs? Do you gots any plans t' introduce us to nice tax break proposals inna the house, and will they play hard to git inna the senate or will y'all chat with the elephants n' assholes to git it passed without thems bills comin' outta 'mmittee loookin' likes some butchared sheep or critter roadkill carcas that even the buzzards won't touch. I don't w-want 'em to strip the bill clean. That'll b-hurt me bumtum line, gots its there mista Brother sardine?"
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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