Sometimes it’s better to keep your freak flag unfurled
REPUBLICAN SENATOR TOM SLICK delivered the commencement speech to the graduates of Florida Christian University, home to future evangelicals in politics, business, and the media. Bright, hopeful faces with eyes dulled by four to six years of indoctrination. Surrounded by American flags draped on poles mixed with the Florida and Christian flags, he spoke for more than an hour about patriotism, duty, honor, family, and, most importantly, the Christian values that God wanted impressed into the minds and souls of every American. Whether they wanted those values or not.
The crowd rose to cheer, and the university band struck up “God Bless America,” followed by Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA.” Slick bowed then shook hands with the University President, the University Chancellor, and the deans, then marched from the stage like a warrior going into battle. As he had gone to battle with the military bureaucracy when he served as quartermaster for the US Army garrison in Italy just a short drive from the Mediterranean while the other troops fought in Afghanistan for which he had his Senator father-in-law to thank (the part of his service he never mentioned when he touted his heroic career in combat for the good old US of A.)
The bright, hopeful graduates’ faces revealed eyes dulled by four to six years of indoctrination. Surrounded by American flags draped on poles mixed with the Florida and Christian flags, Slick spoke for more than an hour about patriotism, duty, honor, family, and, most importantly, the Christian values
He stood backstage, behind the curtains, until they called the name of his twenty-something girlfriend Jennifer, who had earned her M.A. in Political Science. A stunning young thing he met at his campaign headquarters in Miami during his last bid for reelection. Blonde, legs longer than a flamingo’s and muscled from years of track, trim breasts, and sporting an ass so tight she could hold a bowling ball between her cheeks. A real howler, too. He had to soundproof the walls of his work apartment once she started staying over.
When Jennifer left the stage, she turned away from the graduates’ seats and slipped through the backstage door to join Slick. She reached into the neck of her gown and removed a pint of tequila from her bra. They polished off half the bottle, then he slipped it into his jacket pocket. She wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around hers.
Blonde, with legs longer than a flamingo’s and muscled from years of track, trim breasts, Jennifer sported an ass so tight she could hold a bowling ball between her cheeks.
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