"ailes" poems - Hello Poetry

President Reagan sat by himself in the White House Trying to understand what had happened. He heard his wife scream What have you done with my husband? I want the real Ronnie back! He sighed. This is what happens when you listen to experts. Reagan had been in debates before. From Kennedy to Brown to Buckley to Carter. He did it his way. He won his way. Reagan always liked stories and humor. Details and data, not so much. He always thought that statistics don’t feed people. Because people can’t eat an equation. But the experts said that he should have more knowledge. Reagan listened to them. The thing was, it was too much knowledge. And Reagan had to be president. So when he debated, he was tired. The youngest looking 73 year old man. Just looked ancient at this point. He held onto the podium As if it had answers. But the podium gave him nothing. His actor’s instinct called up an old line. There you go again. It worked against Carter. But Mondale neutralized it. Mondale was good. Not like Kennedy, who was more passionate. He remembered Bobby very well. He would have made a great president, if he had lived. Or like Buckley, who had the scholarly instinct. Because he read books when Reagan played football without a helmet. Reagan defeated both of these men. But he did not beat Mondale. Because Mondale had answers for everything Reagan said. Reagan pondered to himself. I must have something for which Mondale does not have an answer. I must make something that Mondale cannot answer. But I cannot tell the experts. They are nice people. But they don’t know debate, I do. So I can file it away. It would be a break in case of emergency punchline. The phone rang and it was Roger Ailes. Ailes said, Mr. President you were not at your best. But the sun will rise again. Use a laugh line as your life line. Rely on personal experiences, not dead data. Remember Mr. President this is your re-election. Reagan took that to heart. And the second time around, Ronnie was back. He grinned because this time it was fun. But Mondale was still good. And then the question came. The question for which Ronnie was born. It was about President Kennedy’s working hours during crisis. And if Reagan had the stamina to match Kennedy. Reagan smiled. It was time to pull out the joke. He said, I will not make age an issue in this campaign. I will not exploit for political purposes my opponent’s youth and inexperience. Reagan delivered it perfectly. And suddenly, he heard laughter Laughter from the questioners. Laughter from the audience. Even laughter from Mondale. Tears of laughter. Reagan drank his water and smiled. The Gipper scored a touchdown again. And hit it out of the park.

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC

mkkusi

Ronnie, use a laugh line as your lifeline.

President Reagan sat by himself in the White House Trying to understand what had happened. He heard his wife scream What have you done with my husband? I want the real Ronnie back! He sighed. This is what happens when you listen to experts. Reagan had been in debates before. From Kennedy to Brown to Buckley to Carter. He did it his way. He won his way. Reagan always liked stories and humor. Details and data, not so much. He always thought that statistics don’t feed people. Because people can’t eat an equation. But the experts said that he should have more knowledge. Reagan listened to them. The thing was, it was too much knowledge. And Reagan had to be president. So when he debated, he was tired. The youngest looking 73 year old man. Just looked ancient at this point. He held onto the podium As if it had answers. But the podium gave him nothing. His actor’s instinct called up an old line. There you go again. It worked against Carter. But Mondale neutralized it. Mondale was good. Not like Kennedy, who was more passionate. He remembered Bobby very well. He would have made a great president, if he had lived. Or like Buckley, who had the scholarly instinct. Because he read books when Reagan played football without a helmet. Reagan defeated both of these men. But he did not beat Mondale. Because Mondale had answers for everything Reagan said. Reagan pondered to himself. I must have something for which Mondale does not have an answer. I must make something that Mondale cannot answer. But I cannot tell the experts. They are nice people. But they don’t know debate, I do. So I can file it away. It would be a break in case of emergency punchline. The phone rang and it was Roger Ailes. Ailes said, Mr. President you were not at your best. But the sun will rise again. Use a laugh line as your life line. Rely on personal experiences, not dead data. Remember Mr. President this is your re-election. Reagan took that to heart. And the second time around, Ronnie was back. He grinned because this time it was fun. But Mondale was still good. And then the question came. The question for which Ronnie was born. It was about President Kennedy’s working hours during crisis. And if Reagan had the stamina to match Kennedy. Reagan smiled. It was time to pull out the joke. He said, I will not make age an issue in this campaign. I will not exploit for political purposes my opponent’s youth and inexperience. Reagan delivered it perfectly. And suddenly, he heard laughter Laughter from the questioners. Laughter from the audience. Even laughter from Mondale. Tears of laughter. Reagan drank his water and smiled. The Gipper scored a touchdown again. And hit it out of the park.