What's Going On?

[A-Schwarzenegger]

The American Voter today is like a gal with two beauxs.
Call her Ophelia. Call them Rock and Cane.

She has been leaning toward Rock for a while. He is the
younger, the handsomer, the livelier, the smarter, the
changier.

Cane has been around for a long time, not exactly
stalking her, but certainly persistent. He is the stand-by.
He has had his day. Once he was lively, handsome, slightly
changey himself, a dashing pilot with a questionable past,
but sadly, no more. He has grown old with age and
tirediness and has shown an increasingly frantic willingness to
compromise his honor and surrender up more and more of his once
cherished independence in order to move ahead in
his quickly dwindling career.

There is not really much of a choice, but Ophelia feels a little
sorry for the old guy, Cane, he hasn't been well, and he's long
been a good and obedient worker bee in her father's factory.

On the other hand, Rock has not really proved himself entirely,
has not utterly won her heart. Does he truly love her, or is he
after her as a sort of grand prize? Is he willing to work and fight
for her, or will his pride keep him above the fray? Is he afraid to
put his heart on his sleeve for all to see?

And then Cane takes a last great risk to win her heart. He buys a new
red car, a convertible. He drives it over to her house and parks it in
front, still running, guns the engine.

Ophelia is torn. She was just about to call Rock and declare her love
for him and take the plunge, say Yes! Yes! Yes!

But what a car! Long and sleek and new! She cannot resist a drive
in it. One little drive, and she puts on some lipstick and rushes out
and jumps in and they take off with the wind! And it is fun and exhilirating for a while but oddly the new car makes Cane seem even
older and duller and deader and slower and more un-changingy than
ever.

Cane drives the new car with Ophelia in it past Rock's house to
rub it in, and when Rock watches coolly from the front porch, Cane
keeps driving by, and Ophelia watches, waiting for Rock to get
upset and show some fight and work to win her back, to win her.
She so longs for him to fight for her, to finally win her heart!

And Cane grows so confident in the face of Rock's suave unwillingness
to mix it up that he starts mocking him as he drives by, shouting,
"You better apologize to Ophelila for loving her so little! You
better say you're sorry that you didn't love her enough to lose your
pride and that you just wanted to win! Say you're sorry and we'll
forgive you!"

That stood Rock up, knocked his cool off. And he saw the look of heartful
sorrow on Ophelia, that Rock would guard his pride and his heart even if it meant losing her. Rock finally felt that she might choose Cane after all, the old stand-by, that he could lose her now and forever.

At that Rock took off after the car calling her name and declaring his
love for all to hear, and Ophelia's heart leapt like a kangaroo.
"Stop the car!" she hollered. "Stop this damn car!" and old stand-by
Cane did as he was told, and Ophelia jumped out and ran back and crashed into Rock's arms. "Yes!! she said. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

It's going just exactly the way it's supposed to be going.

[TxBlue]

1. Good Story...now I can get some much needed rest

Ophelia is tired.

[A-Schwarzenegger]

2. Yeah, little bedtime story...

Hope rings internal.