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Copyright 1996(c)
IT'S THE STUPID ECONOMY, STUPID
How many flavors does Carvel have? or Ruby on the Campaign
Trail
A Ruby D. Begonia Pearl
"Wasn't it just about a month ago everybody was all het up
about the budget deficit?" Ruby asked, watching the Dan Rather
explain what was said in the presidential debates.
"Just about," said David.
"So what happened? We get a loan from somewhere? Hit the
lottery, what?"
"Nothing," said David.
"So how come we ain't worried about our bills no more?" she
asked.
"It's a thing called political spin, Ruby," David explained.
"That's where the politicians say whatever they think we want to
hear and then when we don't like it, they say that's not what they
said, at all. This is an election year. No one likes an austerity
program. Hence, there is no budget deficit."
"Geez, these guys are just like the Wizard of Oz, ain't they?"
"God help Kansas, they are," said David.
"Hmmmm," said Ruby.
"I don't like 'hmmmm'," said David.
"Chill, grampaw," which was what the grandbaby Dezaree called
him. "I got it goin' on."
Ruby bought a mink coat. Not a whole one, mind you. She
decided to try her luck with a capelet, first.
She waltzed into Barton-Sligh's and asked to try on a 'ranch'
mink, having heard the word. When the dark fur was delivered for
appraisal, she disliked its darkness.
"Ain'cha got nothing in white or buff?" she asked.
"Madam requested a ranch mink," the sales clerk reminded her.
"Guess I was thinking of a Southern California ranch," Ruby
said, "you know--where everybody's blond and beautiful?"
"Madam did ask for ranch," the clerk reminded her.
"Madam has changed her mind," said Ruby. "It is madam's
prerogative to say nothing of madam's customer status, eh?" She
glared at the sales clerk. Ruby'd heard about these pushy, haughty
sales clerks at exclusive shops. She was by God going to get the
deference due her.
The clerk, who'd first thought Ruby a bag lady, lost, realized
suddenly that with that take-names-kick-butt attitude, Ruby might
be a famous rock star for all she knew. She was probably one of
those people singing about 'kill me, kill you' and making a million
bucks, the clerk reminded herself.
She bowed, deferentially, and went to bring out some silver
fox furs. Ruby ended up choosing a modest little stole/wrap and
when the clerk asked how she intended to pay, Ruby went into her
spiel.
"Dole's gonna give us all a 15 percent tax break," said Ruby.
"He's gonna fire the Board of Education and send us the money they
used to make. We'll all be filthy rich and have a potful of
chicken. Money don't matter none when things is that copasetic,"
she said.
"Cash or charge?" repeated the sales woman, eyeing the stole
around Ruby's neck and estimating the distance to the door.
"America is the land of opportunity and it's soon going to be
the land of plenty for all," Ruby continued. "Coming is the Dole
to end the dole, get it?" she nudged the sales clerk, who took that
opportunity to snatch the stole off Ruby's neck.
"Hey, that ain't nice," said Ruby. "Didn't you understand what
I told you the politicians said? Don't tell me you're one of those
ones what require Dan Rather to explain what you heard? Dan and me
ain't on the best of terms, you know."
"Get out," said the sales clerk between thin lips and tight
teeth.
"I'm gonna tell the Bob Dole how you felt about his 15 percent
kickback, missy," said Ruby, huffing out the doors.
"Hey Freeman," said Ruby. "You know that political spin
stuff?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it ain't worth a poot-a-tall," said Ruby. "I tried it
today and economically, it fails miserably," she said.
"I didn't say it was an economic tonic, Ruby," said David. "I
said the spin is the thing."
"Well, I spun it for one a'them snooty sales people at Barton-
Sligh," said Ruby.
"How?" asked David, wondering if he should expect a call.
"I went to get me a fur, and I just told her about how
everything was okay economically and soon we'd all be rich and it
wouldn't matter what nothin' cost. I told her about the potful of
chicken," said Ruby.
"You don't understand, Ruby. Political spin is the
interpretation of promises made by politicians about pie in the sky
schemes they never plan to honor."
"You don't think I was really gonna pay for a fur, do you?"
Ruby scoffed.
"But you're mis-using the method completely. That's why it's
not working. You need to be running for office, or in some other
potentially influential situation. Then, you can make promises you
don't intend to keep and get what you want by doing it. This
doesn't work in place of a paycheck," David said.
"It works for Bob and Bill, don't it?" Ruby asked.
"Well yes, but--" said David.
"Skip it, Freeman. I know what's missing. Next time, I'm
taking Rather with me."
"Would that be willingly, Ruby?" David asked.
"S'up to him," said Ruby.
To be continued in a next segment: Ruby D. Begonia on the Campaign
Sail, when she steals David's draft card and heads for the Dole
camp.
END