How To: Make a President with George Winston (and Keanu Reeves)
Hey ding dongs, are you upset with your leader? Do you think they’re a scoundrel, or not your kind of scoundrel? Well, no need to fret! You can simply prepare your very own president, as one does a steaming batch of cookies, or a hot pot of porcupine stew. These instructions have been passed down from my grandpappy to my pappy, and then my pappy buried them in the backyard in the dead of night, warning that if I ever dug them up, our family would be cursed for generations. Luckily, 14 year old me was a rapacious scallywag, and I exhumed these damnable directions.
You’ll need:
Wire
Feathers
Bones (preferably the weasel variety)
Let’s get cooking!
Set up the wires in the shape of a human.
Set the bones on the wires. You can use your own spit as adhesive***
***This will not work. But your hands are now mighty gooey. You’re welcome.
Any president needs a good story. Watch movies for this.
“Speed” is a solid movie. Can’t go wrong with Keanu, am I right?
You will come to the natural conclusion that Keanu should be president.
Give Keanu’s agent a call.
They will not respond.
No matter. It is well known that Keanu Reeves’ headquarters is at the Arby’s in Los Angeles.
No, not that Arby’s.
Not that one either.
Nope. Wow, there’s way more Arby’s than you would think in LA.
It’s the one with the spaceship parked outside. Yes, Keanu Reeves has a spaceship.
Of course Keanu Reeves has a spaceship. What, do you think he drives a Corolla**, like the rest of us?
**He also has a Corolla. It is tan. You like tan now.
Go in and sit at Keanu’s table. He will be expecting you.
Stare into his hazelnut eyes, and lose yourself in their depths.
Congratulations. You now know the future, as well as all of the secrets of the universe.
Simply nod, knowingly, at Keanu. He will nod back, also very knowingly.
Slap down a fiver so he can get a sandwich. He carries no money, and will be very hungry.
Satisfied by the knowledge that Mr. Reeves has imparted on you, you realize your search for a President was silly. The President was inside you all along.
Just kidding. Fuck that hippie crap. Electrify them bones! Remember step 2? Plug the wired-up bones into a string of car batteries.
The weasel bones will leap to life, and speak an ancient, unknowable language to you in a jangly, booming voice.
The words themselves will be meaningless, but after hearing them you will spontaneously break out in applause. He’s a natural.
Go to your local Town Office and have Ole Weasel Bones fill out an application to run for Town Council. Everybody has to start somewhere, even bone beasts.
The nice lady at the desk will politely remind you that Mr. Bones needs a Driver’s License.
Weasel Bones will speak again, and the lady will drop her requirement, in thrall to his antediluvian speech.
Buy Weasel Bones a nice suit, and set up some events for him, like “Eating Something Disgusting at a Local Event”, and “Being Uncomfortable Around Other People’s Children”.
He will be a smashing success, and cruise to victory, even though he could technically not eat the Deep Fried Bacon Butter Chicken Corn Dog Pie that he purchased at Mama’s Meat Hole, as he has no organs.