A wacko shows up at the Nexus office real pissed off – nothing unusual. It’s as routine as the evening lottery to determine who gets to go home early and let the office monkey do their job for the night.
This guy is bitching because he’s running for A.S. President and we didn’t mention him in a campaign story. You want press? Get your story straight. Your party is called the League of Independent Candidates. Are you in league, or independent? Might I suggest a new name: the League of Extraordinarily Cool Douchebags. Equally paradoxical, but more fitting.
Tuesday’s forecast: None of it will matter soon, when a new contender enters the A.S. Presidential race. A commoner, someone in touch with the people. Someone like… me.