No farther than a heartbeat away from the presidency, a vice president must be the indispensable confidant of the president, the uncomplaining amanuensis (you could look that up) of his every wish.
Agreed? Of course. What reasonable objection could possibly be raised to those requisites?
An End to Speculation
Then there is but one person on the whole planet who is sufficiently politically correct (what counts these days) to meet the test.
His name -- don't everyone rush at once to shout the obvious answer -- is none other than -- let's hear it now for -- Marvin Nicholson!.
Whadda you mean who the hell is Marvin Nicholson? What are you, some kinda political ignoramus? Have you been living in a cave or on the wrong side of the Hudson River? Don't you read all you need to read, namely the New York Times? Get a life!
You Name It
As everyone-who-is-anyone knows, Marvin Nicholson is John Kerry's hand-picked, personal butler, valet, liegeman, retainer, menial, squire, footboy, lackey, flunky, equerry, groom, wallah, swineherd, chamberlain, subaltern, vassal -- the list goes on and on, filling a whole half a page in the thesaurus.
Yes, Marvin Nicholson is the dear senator's designated dogs-body, his eager ankle-biter, his private step'n fetchit who dials his telephone for him, pops open his bumbershoot at the first drop of rain (that coif mustn't be mussed), picks out (may even tie) his expensive neckwear, schleps his fashionable luggage, selects his tedious menu, snowboards protectively alongside him,
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wakes him up in the morning and (no foolin') tucks him in at night.
To hear the New York Times tell it -- now would the New York Times make up anything? -- "Kerry would be helpless without his trusty manservant, Marvin Nicholson."
... No Want Unattended
An April 28 article in the newspaper that prints all the news that fits its agenda (which makes one wonder how this one got past the 43nd Street editorial trolls), Kerry's butler has on him at all times, or within instant reach, such absolute necessities of stressful political life as:
Loose change, Tylenol, Advil, Advil Liquid Gels, Advil Sinus pills, Swedish hand cream, Halls cough drops, Scope mouthwash, a tube of Blistex, Band-Aids, a sewing kit, little zip-lock plastic baggies containing made-fresh-daily peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil of course, cans of strawberry diet milkshake, Imodium and Handiwipes.
Wipes? That raises the question -- not answered here, you can bet your bippy -- of just what it is the pampered senator can or can't or won't do for himself, unassisted, on his very own, now that he's over age 3.
Never Leave Home Without One
This little boy who never grew up doesn't need a butler. He doesn't need a vice president.
What John Kerry needs is a nanny.
And Hillary Clinton thinks she may want to be his vice-presidential running mate? Say what else you will about Hill, a nanny she's not.
Right, Bill?
A Gentleman's VP John L. Perry Monday, May 3, 2004
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