Tamara Wolson's Interview

Finally, it was Tamara Wolson's turn. After this, the three candidates would have one last chance to appeal to the primary voters. The moderator dusted off his coat, the music played and way they went.

"Hello," said the moderator. "And welcome to the last edition of the Conservative United Party's version of Mutanatia Talks Politics. Joining me now is Tamara Wolson, a 3-month senator. Hello, Ms. Wolson."

Wolson looked chagrined. Hadn't her staff agreed not to bring up her experience? "Hi." She said, trying to sound confident. The quaver in her voice told her otherwise.

"Well start with the question that is on everybody's mind: educational reform." He said. "How is the Mutant University going to become a university of repute again?"

Tamara Wolson swallowed, perhaps too audibly. "Very simply, it is going to need to attract other majors and professors."

"And how do you plan to do this?"

"There will be a nationwide and worldwide recruiting program."

"And this will cost money."

Tamara Wolson raised an eyebrow. "Of course." She said, not sure where this was going.

"And can Mutanatia afford this?" Oh, great, he was a deficit hawk.

"It will have to." She shot back.

"Yet the Mutant University is world renowned for its religious program."

She looked confused. "Religion will only get you so far."

The moderator arched an eyebrow and leaned forward. "How could you say that to your party, a party, that, for as long as I can remember, has championed religious rights?"

Tamara was taken aback. "I meant that in terms of the Mutant University--" She was cut off.

"Yet that's not what you said." He scolded.

"What I meant to say was that religion only gets you so far as a career. Religion, as much as we'd like to think, is not for everyone."

"So you're saying--" Tamara cut the moderator off and he looked annoyed.

"I'm saying that we need more majors and more professors. If a citizen is to succeed in life, they must figure out what they're good at, be it directed by God or otherwise. More majors, better classes...these will all shape our nation's future and give our children a secure one."

"Thank you very much." The moderator said, curtly.

"You are quite welcome." She responded in kind

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"You are damn lucky that I didn't bite your head off." The moderator said once they went off air. "Nobody interrupts me like that when I'm speaking, nobody!"

"Well, then," Tamara Wolson said curtly. "If I become President and you cut me or any other of the candidates off like that, AND give them a shorter interview than the others, I will come breathing down your neck so hard--"

"And if you don't win," The moderator said flatly. "If you run again, the next time we are on the air, the interview will be even shorter."

Tamara huffed and walked out.