Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Feb 6, 2011 9:33:15 GMT -5
The scene opens with a shot of the Young Republican’s dorm room early in the morning. Early enough, in fact, that the sun has yet to rise. But despite the early hour, Tucker Matthews is already awake. Really, he barely slept at all. He can never sleep much on this day; it’s like when he was a little kid on Christmas morning. Quietly he slides out of bed so as not to wake his roommate Chris. He slips on his shoes, grabs a duffel bag, and a poster shaped bag, and makes his way out of the room.
The scene cuts to a dimly light hallway. Tucker walks into view and approaches a door labeled “Harmon University Chapel.” He sets down his duffel bag and apparent poster and takes a set of keys out of his pockets. Technically the chapel is open to any denomination, and any student or group of students, religious or non-religious, that fills out the necessary paperwork and then retrieves the key from the attendant in the office. But the chapel is used so infrequently by others, and so frequently by the Young Republicans, that Tucker and Chris have been given their own key to expedite things. Of course, they still always fill out the necessary paperwork, but this way they don’t have to inconvenience the attendant.
The scene cuts to inside of the chapel as the door swings open. The only light is what little spills in from the hallway. Tucker reaches for the spot on the wall with the light switch with practice ease and brings light to the room. It is surprisingly small; it would be difficult to fit more than 20 people standing, far fewer with appropriate sitting room. Tucker grabs his bags and steps into the room proper, setting them aside and closing the door behind him.
Since the chapel is theoretically used by members of multiple religions, no faith specific decorations adorn the walls. Really, the best use of the chapel is for privacy and for the fact that it’s the only room on campus where candles can be used without the supervision of a fire marshal. Copies of both the Jewish and the Christian bibles and the Koran are available for use, but Tucker doesn’t need them. He reaches into his duffel bag and produces a framed portrait of Jesus. He sets the portrait on the small alter, lights a candle, and kneels down before it, clasping his hands in prayer.
Heavenly Father, I pray to you on this Holiest of days. Lord Jesus Christ, my light and savior, I ask for your forgiveness. We are to have no other gods before you, and I honor that highest of commandments, but on this day, and this day alone, oh Lord, I must worship another…
Tucker slides the portrait to the side of the alter and returns to his bags, retrieving a stand and a large poster of Ronald Reagan. He sets up the stand on the alter and places the poster against it. Tucker returns to his knees and stares up at the poster in reverence.
Our President, who art in heaven,
Reagan be thy Name.
Thy administration came,
It shall again,
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily Conservatism
And forgive us our comparative liberalism,
As we forgive those liberals amongst us.
And lead us not into socialism;
But deliver us from evil:
For thine is the Presidency, The Power, and the Party,
For ever and ever. Amen.
Having finished the President’s Prayer, Tucker settles back to personally address the departed leader.
President Reagan, it has been 2 years, 8 months, and 1 day since your death, and yet you are still with us. On this, what would be your 97th birthday, I honor you. I ask for your guidance, your blessing, and your forgiveness.
Forgive me for wishing death upon your fellow President Gerald Ford 46 days sooner than the lord saw fight to take him so that you would still be the oldest living President.
Forgive me for not living up to your glorious example, despite my unending efforts
Forgive the church for not yet canonizing you as Saint. The wheels of justice can sometimes run slowly, but I have absolute faith that your day will come.
Forgive the people for turning away from your message and creeping back towards the disease of liberalism, and grant us, your loyal servants, the strength to make things right again.
Guide us towards that mighty goal; show us the path to the salvation of your conservative ideal.
Guide the liberals amongst us, show them the way into the light, as you yourself converted from registered democrat-hood to the become the greatest Republican President our world has seen.
Guide me, Mr. President, along with my partners Chris and Alyssa, in our righteous quest to return the masses to conservatism.
Bless our cause, as it is your own, we merely follow the great path you have presented to us.
Bless our efforts in the ring, as the glory we earn in the world of wrestling will help spread your message. Bless Chris in his endeavors with the cruiserweight championship, Bless me in my tag match against Cardinal and Havok despite the charlatan that is my partner, and Bless our efforts as Tag Team Champions of the World, may our reign be as long as your Presidency.
Thank you, Mr. President, for the many gifts you have bestowed upon us.
Thank you for your unwavering opposition to communism and socialism.
Thank you for providing the names of your fellow Hollywood personalities that you suspected of communist affiliation, for though others may chastise you for it, I recognize the power of your gesture and the strength of your love for America.
Thank you for showing the world that traditional conservative values can flourish in the den of liberal sin that is Hollywood, for if a light such as yours can emerge from such squalor, there is hope for anyone.
Thank you for the shining example that your conversion to conservatism brings, it is never too late for a soul to be saved.
Thank you’re your choice of running mate…
Tucker reaches into his duffel bag and produces a framed picture of George H.W. Bush, placing it on the alter next to the Reagan poster.
For he served admirably in your absence, and the dynasty that you began continues to this day…
Tucker adds a framed picture of George W. Bush to the alter.
Thank you for accepting the Republican nomination in Dallas, Texas, the greatest state in our great union.
Thank you for your total victory in your reelection campaign, a victory that was to produce a sight that still warms my heart…
Tucker reaches into his duffel bag and produces a picture of the 1984 election results, where with the exceptions of Washington D.C. and Democratic challenger Walter Mondale’s home state of Minnesota, the entire country is Republican red. He places the picture on the alter and smiles.
Thank you for being the Great Communicator, able to convey your message and emotion to the masses as if you conversed with each man personally, and for being the Teflon President, able to withstand all attempts at scandal and assassination.
Thank you for saving the liberal destroyed economy of our nation and setting an economic example unrivaled to this day.
Thank you for defeating the vile threat of communism with the power of capitalism and conservative values. You have truly reshaped our world.
Thank you for upholding the sanctity of marriage in your 52 year commitment to your beautiful wife Nancy.
Thank you for the incalculable gifts you have given to me personally and to the world.
Thank you for accepting the meager gift in your honor we have managed. It isn’t what we’d like it to be, but we are only mortals, and we shall strive to surpass it next year.
And most of all thank you for having lived. Yours is a life that has meant so much to so many, it continues to affect us all today. It is with your strength that I am able to fight the good fight. And I shall continue that fight as long as I have breath in my body. I bring that fight to Oregon tomorrow, and in honor of your birthday, I dedicate my match to you. I only wish that I could fight with Chris by my side to better honor you, Mr. President. But rest assured that we shall both give all that we have to do you proud. With your blessing, I know that we shall both be victorious.
The eternal kingdom of Heaven is now your home, as you sit alongside our Lord Jesus Christ. Your fate has been richly earned. I promise to do all that I can to make this Earth closer to the ideal that you and our Lord represent. Amen.
Tucker crosses himself, then blows out the candle. He stares warmly at the pictures on the alter before gathering up his things and heading out to enjoy the rest of President Reagan’s birthday as the scene fades to black.
It truly warms the heart, doesn't it?
The scene cuts to a dimly light hallway. Tucker walks into view and approaches a door labeled “Harmon University Chapel.” He sets down his duffel bag and apparent poster and takes a set of keys out of his pockets. Technically the chapel is open to any denomination, and any student or group of students, religious or non-religious, that fills out the necessary paperwork and then retrieves the key from the attendant in the office. But the chapel is used so infrequently by others, and so frequently by the Young Republicans, that Tucker and Chris have been given their own key to expedite things. Of course, they still always fill out the necessary paperwork, but this way they don’t have to inconvenience the attendant.
The scene cuts to inside of the chapel as the door swings open. The only light is what little spills in from the hallway. Tucker reaches for the spot on the wall with the light switch with practice ease and brings light to the room. It is surprisingly small; it would be difficult to fit more than 20 people standing, far fewer with appropriate sitting room. Tucker grabs his bags and steps into the room proper, setting them aside and closing the door behind him.
Since the chapel is theoretically used by members of multiple religions, no faith specific decorations adorn the walls. Really, the best use of the chapel is for privacy and for the fact that it’s the only room on campus where candles can be used without the supervision of a fire marshal. Copies of both the Jewish and the Christian bibles and the Koran are available for use, but Tucker doesn’t need them. He reaches into his duffel bag and produces a framed portrait of Jesus. He sets the portrait on the small alter, lights a candle, and kneels down before it, clasping his hands in prayer.
Heavenly Father, I pray to you on this Holiest of days. Lord Jesus Christ, my light and savior, I ask for your forgiveness. We are to have no other gods before you, and I honor that highest of commandments, but on this day, and this day alone, oh Lord, I must worship another…
Tucker slides the portrait to the side of the alter and returns to his bags, retrieving a stand and a large poster of Ronald Reagan. He sets up the stand on the alter and places the poster against it. Tucker returns to his knees and stares up at the poster in reverence.
Our President, who art in heaven,
Reagan be thy Name.
Thy administration came,
It shall again,
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily Conservatism
And forgive us our comparative liberalism,
As we forgive those liberals amongst us.
And lead us not into socialism;
But deliver us from evil:
For thine is the Presidency, The Power, and the Party,
For ever and ever. Amen.
Having finished the President’s Prayer, Tucker settles back to personally address the departed leader.
President Reagan, it has been 2 years, 8 months, and 1 day since your death, and yet you are still with us. On this, what would be your 97th birthday, I honor you. I ask for your guidance, your blessing, and your forgiveness.
Forgive me for wishing death upon your fellow President Gerald Ford 46 days sooner than the lord saw fight to take him so that you would still be the oldest living President.
Forgive me for not living up to your glorious example, despite my unending efforts
Forgive the church for not yet canonizing you as Saint. The wheels of justice can sometimes run slowly, but I have absolute faith that your day will come.
Forgive the people for turning away from your message and creeping back towards the disease of liberalism, and grant us, your loyal servants, the strength to make things right again.
Guide us towards that mighty goal; show us the path to the salvation of your conservative ideal.
Guide the liberals amongst us, show them the way into the light, as you yourself converted from registered democrat-hood to the become the greatest Republican President our world has seen.
Guide me, Mr. President, along with my partners Chris and Alyssa, in our righteous quest to return the masses to conservatism.
Bless our cause, as it is your own, we merely follow the great path you have presented to us.
Bless our efforts in the ring, as the glory we earn in the world of wrestling will help spread your message. Bless Chris in his endeavors with the cruiserweight championship, Bless me in my tag match against Cardinal and Havok despite the charlatan that is my partner, and Bless our efforts as Tag Team Champions of the World, may our reign be as long as your Presidency.
Thank you, Mr. President, for the many gifts you have bestowed upon us.
Thank you for your unwavering opposition to communism and socialism.
Thank you for providing the names of your fellow Hollywood personalities that you suspected of communist affiliation, for though others may chastise you for it, I recognize the power of your gesture and the strength of your love for America.
Thank you for showing the world that traditional conservative values can flourish in the den of liberal sin that is Hollywood, for if a light such as yours can emerge from such squalor, there is hope for anyone.
Thank you for the shining example that your conversion to conservatism brings, it is never too late for a soul to be saved.
Thank you’re your choice of running mate…
Tucker reaches into his duffel bag and produces a framed picture of George H.W. Bush, placing it on the alter next to the Reagan poster.
For he served admirably in your absence, and the dynasty that you began continues to this day…
Tucker adds a framed picture of George W. Bush to the alter.
Thank you for accepting the Republican nomination in Dallas, Texas, the greatest state in our great union.
Thank you for your total victory in your reelection campaign, a victory that was to produce a sight that still warms my heart…
Tucker reaches into his duffel bag and produces a picture of the 1984 election results, where with the exceptions of Washington D.C. and Democratic challenger Walter Mondale’s home state of Minnesota, the entire country is Republican red. He places the picture on the alter and smiles.
Thank you for being the Great Communicator, able to convey your message and emotion to the masses as if you conversed with each man personally, and for being the Teflon President, able to withstand all attempts at scandal and assassination.
Thank you for saving the liberal destroyed economy of our nation and setting an economic example unrivaled to this day.
Thank you for defeating the vile threat of communism with the power of capitalism and conservative values. You have truly reshaped our world.
Thank you for upholding the sanctity of marriage in your 52 year commitment to your beautiful wife Nancy.
Thank you for the incalculable gifts you have given to me personally and to the world.
Thank you for accepting the meager gift in your honor we have managed. It isn’t what we’d like it to be, but we are only mortals, and we shall strive to surpass it next year.
And most of all thank you for having lived. Yours is a life that has meant so much to so many, it continues to affect us all today. It is with your strength that I am able to fight the good fight. And I shall continue that fight as long as I have breath in my body. I bring that fight to Oregon tomorrow, and in honor of your birthday, I dedicate my match to you. I only wish that I could fight with Chris by my side to better honor you, Mr. President. But rest assured that we shall both give all that we have to do you proud. With your blessing, I know that we shall both be victorious.
The eternal kingdom of Heaven is now your home, as you sit alongside our Lord Jesus Christ. Your fate has been richly earned. I promise to do all that I can to make this Earth closer to the ideal that you and our Lord represent. Amen.
Tucker crosses himself, then blows out the candle. He stares warmly at the pictures on the alter before gathering up his things and heading out to enjoy the rest of President Reagan’s birthday as the scene fades to black.
It truly warms the heart, doesn't it?
