It was now Tamara Wolson's turn to speak. Widely acknowledges by her advisors- and to her face no less!- this speech was more of a trial for the Conservatives Allied Commission, or CAC, the CUP Jr. of Mutanatia. This Commission chose the second candidate to run for office. Right now though, this was Wolson's turn to tell the story of what she thought about the education system. As she was introduced, he legs wobbled a bit. Her voice wavered slightly as she began, but soon she was sounding as confident as she was before she was introduced. She was going to prove her advisors and the media wrong...she was determined to get the nomination.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the state of our party is strong!" She began wIth the useless platitude of old before beginning her speech. The cheers finally died out, and the a smile appeared on her face. "But our education system is floundering. By a show of hands, how many people here have their children enrolled in the University of Mutanatia?" The University was allegedly the grandest thing in the nation, but Wolson knew better. Only 5 people raised their hands. "Of you 5, how many of your children chose it as the first school of choice?" All of the hands went down. "And of the 5, how many of you have realistic expectations that your child may, after graduation, be gainfully employed?" Again, no hands.
"The University of Mutanatia, our country's finest school, must be overhauled. As a government official, I shall make sure that the university focuses less on religion and more on the liberal arts, manufacturing, and business." Dead silence. What is the matter with people? She thought. A look of irritation flitted across her face. "The University will focus on these degrees because that is where the jobs are at. Very few people will find the premiere degree it offers, Religious Studies, to be useful. Not everyone wants to become a priest." Again, dead silence. Damn people, she thought, Here I am pledging to secure their children's future, and they don't bat an eye? The heck is wrong with the CUP? A brief look of frustration crossed her face, her skin beginning to turn a little red with anger.
"Your child's future will be secure if we do it this way. Why spend less time on religion? Because not very many jobs can be held with a religious degree. Further, our education system must come roaring back if our children and our children's children are to have a future." She sweat she could hear crickets chirp. She began to say something more, then threw her papers to the side.
"You know what? How in the world is this party going to survive while living in the past? We should be the party of a secure future, of a bright future, of our future." Applause rang out. Now we're cooking. She was actually saying this without a speech and it was sounding much better and getting better results.
"That is why I propose adding many degrees to the University, to think forward, not backwards, to update our future, to have our educational system catch up with the rest of the world. That is why I propose the changes to the university. Not because we want to, but because we need to. Because this is Mutanatia's time to shine." The applause was deafening now. "This is the true test of fate, and this is why we must rise to the occasion. We must take the bull by the horns! Thank you very much and God bless!"
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Tamara Wolson made headlines the following day when she fired her speechwriter and elected to go without one.
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