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To: Douglas V. Fant who wrote (79008)	11/14/2000 8:13:50 PM
From: jmj	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 95453

WWF Smackdown next Sunday at the Omni may be a better alternative. Stone Cold or Jesse the Body as the Referee, Last man standing match makes as much sense as what is going on now JMJ

To: Douglas V. Fant who wrote (79008)	11/14/2000 10:56:15 PM
From: cnyndwllr	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 95453

OT Douglas Fant RE: << Why not? Gore and Bush meet mano-a-mano maybe in Mesilla at Chope's Mexican Food Restaurant, and deal their fate....Deuces wild? >> Had to laugh at the picture. I see GW dressed up in a cowboy outfit with a red checkered shirt and a white bandana and very big hat. Two pistols of course and alligator boots, the best that money can buy. Jingly spurs have cut up his boots pretty good and those high heels on the boots make it a little stiff for him to walk. Orders a sasparilla and slouches with studied casual ease into the seat but starts to slide off the end and has to grab for the arms of the chair. Stubbly salt and pepper bearded old hand named Big Bull spits on the floor and mumbles "All hat no cattle." Gore's pretty happy about that. "All hat no cows" he says, "Where's the milk, that's a good one," and laughs very loudly. No one else is laughing. He's in his best dark business suit and covered with sweat. It's a little hot and the election hinges on the draw of the cards. He's trying to remember all the lowdown he got on ways and methods of cheating and just realized he forgot what game they were supposed to play. Somone throws a pack of cards between them. Gore flinches and then grabs for them. "Ain't gonna win" says GW. "Am too." "Ain't." "Am." This takes a while but the game starts when isopatch fires the pistol no one knew he owned into the ceiling, dusting Gore with a generous layer on his best blue suit, points it squarely at Gore and in his best moderate tone says "Ain't! now play you lying, cheating, thieving liberal excuse for a real American". Isopatch has seen a lot of life and sometimes he's a little cynical, but if there's one thing he believes in, it's moderation. GW suggests they use that dapper guy dealing solitare in the corner for a square deal cause "He's sure got fast hands," but it turns out he did a little too much gold prospecting in the desert and came back mumblin about gold. He isn't up to dealing and probably won't be until he hits the mother lode. GW lets Gore deal cause, as he later says, "He's too clumsy to cheat." GW is feeling it. There's no way he can lose to this pilgrim. "This is a man's game" he says to anyone who will listen, "although that don't mean I'm saying sissy boy over there is a sissy boy". "Nope, I've got way to much respect for sissy boy to say that". Gore nods appreciatively, he too feels that if you say things in a nice way, no one gets hurt feelings. Big Bull tries to spit, but he's already spit himself out of water. "Give me the whole damn bottle before I dry to dust," he bellows. GW can't take his eyes off the bottle as it seemingly moves in a slow motion arc and spills it's contents into Big Bulls mouth. All the John Q Publics in in the bar watch too, silently wishing the margin between them and their cash had been closer so they could afford a drink. The dapper prospector in the corner sees their eyes move and for reasons quite clear to him but not to the others, begins to laugh uncontrollably until it subsides in a coughing fit that brings tears to his eyes. Gore deals them out, "No peekee, 7 card stud, baseball" he calls with a sincere yet fixed stare. Dead silence. "You know, baseball, deuces, threes and nines wild, four gets you an extra card and if you get a three you have to match the pot. There's a deep intake of breath from several of the riggers and punchers in the bar and then the lights go out. "Shot 23 times, all fatal." Pronounces the Sheriff Jim L, "Had to be a suicide, we don't waste that kind of ammo here in the town of Strictly Dealing." GW's feeling pretty good, "That's not the way I wanted to win he says loudly, but what the hey, let's go golfing." Big Bull scoops up another bottle in all the commotion, "No sense wasting good cash," he thinks, "it looks like things are gonna get pretty tight around here soon." (Inside for the thread, no harm meant, all characters fictional and any similarities between these fictional characters and any real people are strictly denied) Ed