It’s a story about a man who believed that this country is better than the sum of its parts. That one man can make a difference. That everybody deserves the credit for being a human being of this country.
That man is me.
I was born John Forte Kennedy Sinclaire IV. I grew up true and right, in the complete American traditon. My father was a simple man. A proud man. Early in his life, he grew up working the hard way as a caddy in Massachusetts. This job while limited in its prospectus, naturally seguewayed into the world of Politics, where my took a keen interest in his fellow man. “Helping people is the best way to feel great about yourself” he used to tell before ski lessons. It struck a chord with me. I must say, he was also a devastatingly handsome man. His affections wooed a young woman named Elaine Hope Diamington. She was absolutely smitten with the man of simple means, and much to the chagrin of her father she fell in love. My Grandfather still approved of the union in the end, as is the custom of your only daughter. They were married on a secret island off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard known as Martha’s Vineyard’s Vineyard. It was a small ceremony with 500 of their closest friends. I look back at that time with fondess and like to think of it as my inception. Mostly because that’s when I was concieved. But also because it represents something.
I am their first child and the fourth in my lineage. When I think about that word “lineage” lots of things come to mind. Like welfare and the right to abort multiple fetuses. So I got involved with Politics like my father before me. I love politics. I love being a democrat. It’s truly wonderful. Plus I look better in blue.
Oh yes I did get a latte. Great. Look what you made me type.
Where was I? Yes. I’m running for congress. Because someone needs to stand up to the republican hate machine and democrats seem to be doing pretty damn well right now. And plus, that’s just what Sinclaire’s do. See you on the flip side. JKS 2010!
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