Have you ever been tempted to sell your soul? What is it worth? What do you have to bargain with when what is on the line is everything you believe in? And, when it is all said and done, who pulled you back from the abyss of your own rationalization, slapped you a good one, and made the truth real again?


Brian Kinney can sell anything. He knows what you need before you need it. But most importantly he knows why you need it and what you will do to have IT. Fill that need inside you...for....it. So he fills his pockets with money.


He feeds the need by manipulating the truth and hey, sometimes, it's all good, and other times, he crosses the line into enemy territory thinking he can control the beast.


Stockwell, Republican, but hey he stands for family values, what does it matter that he davalues your family? What does it matter that you have to sell your friends out in order to line your pockets? Thirty pieces of silver, in exchange for how you live your life, and who you love.



Brian Kinney. Young, hot, shooting star in the ad business. What's
next for you?

Why, run a political campaign, of course!





First, locate your target. No, Brian…the other target…fine, do it
your way


Convince middleman that you need to speak to his boss.


Ah, the real target!


Let him know that only you can deliver the election to him.


Take campaign posters to local eating establishment...


…and get cussed out, stared at and generally derided for your choice.


Take his bad campaign ad and turn it into gold.


Watch his poll numbers start to rise as he uses your friend to make a
statement.


Realize that the man on the front page of the newpaper *is* your friend
and needs your help.


Tell yourself that this is good for your career as politician whispers
delusions of grandeur into your ear.


Watch his numbers rise again as he seeks to make your neighborhood more family friendly.


Realize that you may not have thought this through.


Notice how crowded the clubs are now that everything is closed.


See the anti-Stockwell posters begin to show up.


Find the culprit and attempt to curtail his activities. Right. You couldn't even make him stop following you around!


See how well your campaign expertise is working…


…and say, "Fuck this shit!"


Notice that you've been relegated to fucking in your own bed.


Take campaign to the next level by stirring the pot.


Of course, you couldn't possibly be connected to this uprising!


Get caught stirring said pot…


Ummm...


Shit.


…and get fired.


Decide you don't give a shit about getting fired.


As long as your place to fuck is available


A ghost from the past is resurrected


And a large puzzle piece is provided.


*And* is bought to your attention…at the most inopportune time.


Stake out possible perpetrator...with professional help.


Come up empty, because you're 'not his type.'


Try again with better bait…and hope it works.


Someone else comes up aces.


Evidence is provided, the old fashioned way.


Stand by, amused, as co-conspirator is chastised. Hey, you didn't put him up to it!


Hope that the law is on your side.


Link perpetrator to candidate.


Watch justice get flushed down the drain when perp opts out.


You're so disillusioned that you left the house without checking your
ensemble out in the mirror.


Realize that your candidate wants to shut you up by giving you your
heart's desire, as long as you keep quiet.


Decide you've had enough and sacrifice everything.


Let the asshole that talked you into it know why you did it.


Try to get the opponent to take your brilliance and run with it.


And find out he's too noble to use it.


Watch as the truth is revealed to all.


Go out and do your civic duty, and take a friend.


Then watch with bated breath to see if your sacrifice will bear fruit.


You find out that things have a way of working out.


Realize that you won the election, anyway.


And that while you sacrificed everything, you lost nothing.


It isn't sufficient just to want - you've got to ask yourself what you are going to do to get the things you want.

November 4th, 2008, VOTE

*This has been a Bitches Of Britin Production*