Subject: Admit It: You People Want To See How Far This Goes, Don’t You? - The Onion - America's Finest News Source
From: "Eric Schwerin" <[email-masked]>
To: "Joshua Alcorn" <[email-masked]>, "Hunter Biden" <[email-masked]>, "Alexander Snyder-Mackler" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 10:02:45 -0400

Admit It: You People Want To See How Far This Goes, Don’t You? - The Onion
- America's Finest News Source

http://www.theonion.com/blogpost/admit-it-you-people-want-see-how-far-goes-dont-you-50895

Admit It: You People Want To See How Far This Goes, Don’t You?

The latest polls are out, and just as I predicted, I’m leading the
Republican presidential race by a wide margin. You might be wondering how
that could be. After all, it’s hardly been a month since I entered the
field and I’ve already alienated America’s largest immigrant population,
seen dozens of my high-profile business deals implode one after the other,
and publicly insulted a national hero’s military service, all while not
offering a single viable policy idea. But none of that matters at all, and
my candidacy continues to surge forward, because none of you—not a single
one of you—can look away. Not even for a second.

Admit it: You people want to see just how far this goes, don’t you?

My campaign’s just barely begun and I’ve already got you begging for more.
Sure, you can *say* you oppose me or that you don’t even take me seriously.
But let me ask you: How many articles have you read about Ted Cruz lately?
How many news segments have you watched on Bobby Jindal? Or Rand Paul? But
if those stories have the name “Donald Trump” in them, well, look who
suddenly can’t get enough.

The thing is, I’ve got all of you eating out of my hand and I haven’t even
released a single campaign commercial yet. Don’t look me in the eye and
tell me you don’t want to stick around and see what *that* looks like,
because you and I both know these ads are going to be absolutely
incredible. I’ll be standing there projecting my best presidential air,
saying “I’m Donald Trump, and I approve this message,” and you won’t be
able to take your eyes off it.

You keep obsessing over every little thing I do and say, and I promise
you’ll get your commercials real soon.

I can tell you’re practically salivating right now. And I’m going to keep
riding this fascination, this little fixation you have with me as far as
you’ll take me. You know I will.

And the TV spots are just the beginning. I know you, and I know what you
like. You’ll absolutely eat it up when you see the “Trump ’16” T-shirts,
the lawn signs, the bumper stickers; in fact, you’ll probably get a real
kick out of pointing them out to your friends. Now, just imagine me shaking
hands with senior citizens at a nursing home in Iowa. Wouldn’t you love to
watch that? Or hear what comes out of my mouth when I speak to blue-collar
workers at a struggling auto factory?

You say that doesn’t interest you? Oh, right, because you’re *dying* to see
how Scott Walker behaves in those situations, right? Give me a break.

Just take a moment and imagine the primary debates: Jeb Bush; Chris
Christie; me. Of course, they’ll put me in the middle because I’m ahead in
the polls—far ahead at the moment. You already know how I answer even the
most basic inquiries, so just picture me staring down the barrel of a
question about foreign affairs or agriculture policy or something like
that. You think you won’t sit there with bated breath while I try to tackle
a question about using military force, or about food stamps, or about how
my faith influences my decision-making? I guarantee you that my answers
will be worth watching. And we both know you wouldn’t miss them for the
world. It’d be the biggest, most-watched primary debate in history,
courtesy of all of you.

And might I remind you that the longer this goes on, the closer I get to
selecting a running mate. That realization kind of delighted you in a way,
didn’t it? You absolutely want to know who I’d pick. A defeated GOP
challenger who hates my guts? Another lunatic billionaire? Maybe my own
son, Donald Trump Jr.? Whatever your wildest expectation is, I promise you
I will surpass it. You’re not going to pass up an opportunity to see that,
are you?

I can tell you’re practically salivating right now. And I’m going to keep
riding this fascination, this little fixation you have with me as far as
you’ll take me. You know I will.

So don’t try to tell me you’d be just as happy to watch one of these other
bozos go toe-to-toe with Hillary Clinton or give a soaring speech at the
national convention. And don’t delude yourself into thinking it’s everyone
else who wants to watch me do this and you’re somehow above it. *You* want
to see it. *You* want more. You hear “Trump” and your attention snaps to
the TV screen right away.

Don’t think it’s true? Fine. You know what you have to do to make me go
away. Just quit paying attention. Stop reading this right now.

That’s right, I didn’t think so. I have the power to make the next 16
months one of the most incredible times in our nation’s history, and not a
single one of you can say you’re not at least a little bit curious to see
how this wild ride shakes out. So just keep clicking every link that
mentions my name and hitting play on every clip of my public appearances,
and I promise you will not be disappointed.

Now, excuse me, but I have to go appear at a New Hampshire town hall and
make a statement that every last one of you will be eagerly reading about
and discussing in just a few hours’ time.

Eric D. Schwerin
[email-masked]

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