Chapter 249 Jeff's Speech

  Diamond Veterans Exclusive Nursing Home, in the corridor outside the event hall.

  Martin helped Jeff put on the baseball cap, and then brushed Jeff's cheeks with a soft bristle brush a few times. After confirming that the face looked hard and hard, he looked at his work with satisfaction:

   "It seems that the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs should ask you to be the official spokesperson for U.S. veterans. It's tough."

  Jeff in front of him, with his strong body, stretched the small size camouflage T-shirt that Tommy bought on purpose until it almost cracked.

"Martin, are you sure... is this manuscript suitable for speaking to old people? There are more swear words in it than I have uttered in more than thirty years." Jeff moved his two arms tightly bound by the cuffs, and whispered to Martin .

Martin shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Jeff, don't question me! What you have to do later is to finish reading the speech in your hand to dozens of World War II veterans with more swear words than any **** block. , don’t live up to it, because that’s… that’s what I wrote last night.”

The boss Tommy wrote the speech so hard, and finally he was willing to give up the title of author to himself. Martin didn't think why Tommy would make this decision, but he didn't think it was a bad thing. After all, he was a campaign manager and always needed Come up with something bluffing to prove he's not just going to Costco to steal Trojans.

"I have read it many times, but I am still moved every time. The emotion in this manuscript is almost overflowing. It is so touching. So Martin, your father actually died on the battlefield, right? I've experienced it, and I definitely won't..." Jeff talked about the speech that Martin had prepared for him, with an expression of admiration on his face.

   "I've explained my mother many times that my father didn't join the army and died on the battlefield, but because he was driving..." Martin stared at Jeff unhappily, interrupting the other party's flattery.

  Jeff has been touting him since the first time he watched it, so Martin can no longer get pleasure, and now he needs the shock of other listeners to satisfy his vanity.

  Jeff looked at Martin sincerely: "What happened when he was driving?"

   "Do you have to be so curious?" Martin stared at Jeff with disgust: "Can't you give me some privacy?"

"We are friends, me and Zach, Alan can talk about everything, Alan also told me and Zach his most important secret, he once wanted to find out what it feels like to **** and which one feels better Brilliant, so went to the Florida Zoo, sneaked something on the clubs for goats, giraffes, zebras, etc. to lick..."

"Stop it! Stop it!" Martin's eyes widened. "Dude, living with you three for three days is more eye-opening than my 30 years in the **** **** community! Shit... go to the zoo and get free **** How on earth did Florida cultivate you three great minds!"

   "If this secret is not enough to exchange your father's experience, I can still say my most important secret, I..."

   "I can't listen anymore, I don't want to listen, I'm a **** **** who knows how to be ashamed!" Martin stopped Jeff from continuing, and he lowered his voice helplessly: "OK, I tell you, you have to keep it a secret."

   "Of course." Jeff assured with a serious face.

Martin hesitated, and lowered his voice: "He once got high while driving. He masturbated while driving, and was stopped by the police. The other party was a female mounted policeman. My old man was busy with one hand and lowered the window with the other. At a critical moment, I saw the face of the policewoman leaning over... so my father gave the other party something else besides the driver's license, and then he was suspected of molesting a police officer in public, humiliating the police officer, and attacking the police personnel, X harassing police officers and a bunch of other charges went to jail for vacation.”

"I...wow, I...I want to say, in fact, sometimes I am stressed, and I will stay in the car on purpose until late at night, and occasionally do that kind of thing, but it seems...it seems impossible to spray that far." Jie The husband raised his eyes and asked suspiciously.

   "That's racial talent, otherwise you think that **** gave me more than a dozen half-brothers and sisters." Martin said: "Continue to read the speech and stop talking about my father?"

After a while, Tommy opened the door of the event hall with the person in charge of the Diamond Veterans Home. The person in charge was a middle-aged man in his forties. Under Tommy's introduction, he and Jay The husband shook hands and smiled perfunctorily: "For the sake of donating some food to the hospital, you have about thirty minutes, Mr. Lavin."

  Jeff looked at Tommy, and Tommy nodded to him: "Go ahead, just read the manuscript to those veterans generously, and you don't need to take off the manuscript."

"I will." Jeff nodded earnestly, took a few deep breaths, and waited for Martin to help him check his makeup again. Then he held the speech, turned and pushed open the door of the event hall and strode towards the rostrum go.

"There were politicians who came to this kind of place before to seek support, but almost all of them could give a speech without a script. Unfortunately, even if they were fluent enough to completely write a speech, they could hardly raise any money, because the veterans here don't understand politics and don't know how to speak. It's useless to not care about politics." The person in charge said with a smile to Tommy.

He is not optimistic about politicians coming here to raise funds. It’s not that no one has come here before, but the effect is very poor. In his opinion, Jeff Lavin who came this time is worse than those politicians. He even needs to find a manuscript to read his speeches. It was like waiting to stand on the stage, helpless to be ridiculed and humiliated by veterans who had no idea what manners were.

Tommy leaned against the door frame, looked at Jeff who walked up to the rostrum and stood firm, and said with a smile: "Of course the veterans don't understand politics, otherwise they would have rebelled and taken the White House long ago, instead of waiting for Jeff to appear today." .”

The activity hall of the nursing home is usually a free activity place for veterans, where they can chat, do some simple sports, watch TV, listen to the radio, etc., but now, the seats under the rostrum are full, about 40 to 50 people The veterans who have experienced World War II are sitting under the stage. Most of them are gray-haired, senile, nearly half of their bodies are disabled, and they need wheelchairs or other tools. Several nurses are standing against the wall at this time, observing the bodies of the old people situation, and signaled the veterans to keep quiet.

   But the veterans obviously didn't give face to the nurses, and they weren't going to respect Jeff who was standing on the stage at this time, so they yelled loudly in the audience:

   "Hey! Taking money again and making us waste an hour or two listening to politicians bullshit? Want us to vote for him, or give him money to go get **** with whores?"

   "Whoa fuck! I'd rather give my **** money to Germany to support their resurrection **** than to these **** politicians!"

   "***If I'm still alive, at least let Americans know what we have done for this world! Now everyone treats us like crap!"

   "Come home, boy! Don't expect us to listen to your bullshit!"

  Jeff stood on stage, watching the angry veterans who were forced to sacrifice their usual free time to listen to his fundraising speech because of his presence.

Frankly speaking, he was a little nervous. Although Martin had rehearsed with him several times, when it really came to the real start, Jeff still felt a little uncomfortable looking at the audience who were distrustful, mocking, and disdainful. As Martin said, if you feel nervous, take a deep breath. Jeff tried to recall Stallone's fearless performance in the movie, and kept taking deep breaths to let his tension fade away. After many speeches, read the first sentence above into the microphone:

   "U.S. Army Florida National Guard Private First Class Jeff Lavin, I have seen you."

  As these words were spoken, the veterans below unexpectedly stopped humiliating slowly. Although their expressions were still not good, at least the hall became quiet.

Before every election, many politicians would come to seek the support of their veteran groups. Those politicians who came to canvassing often had service experience, but every time those **** introduced themselves, they mentioned various military positions. They thought that mentioning their positions in the army would make these old guys feel close. In fact, as long as the other party reveals their army number and position, everyone will know that they have never been on the battlefield at all, but are only gilded in the rear of the army.

   Which military officer have you ever seen need to be reduced to living in this terrible old people's home to die after retiring? Here are all old ordinary soldiers.

  Come here to show off your military rank and official position, thinking that these veterans who have broken their legs for the country stand up and salute him, can you say sir?

   So those people tend to backfire.

But now this young, big white man in front of him introduced himself as a private in the U.S. Army, which is exactly the same as most of the old people here when they served. This sentence shows that this guy named Jeff LaVine is not from those military schools. The son of a high-ranking official is just an ordinary person.

   It also makes the veterans want to hear what this corporal has to say, they have mocked politicians with the rank of captain, colonel, etc., but have not met a guy who has retired more than a corporal to come here to speak and raise funds.

"The army didn't teach me how to speak. Therefore, my campaign manager helped me find many speeches that politicians had used in fundraising before for me to copy. Seeing the thick stack of manuscripts opened my eyes. Those girls who have never fought in the war are really **** good at blowjobs. Now I understand why my old man was fascinated on the Vietnam battlefield and participated in Operation Serpent. He must have been sucked by those politicians once. Go Your **** politicians only understand softies hiding in the back."

  These rude words made many veterans below burst out laughing. It is normal for soldiers to scold politicians. Which soldier has never scolded those politicians who are greedy for life and fear of death when they serve, and only know how to chatter in the rear and dare not take a step forward on the battlefield?

Jeff stared at the speech, and continued: "After reading those speeches, I didn't plagiarize. It's not because I think I'm more talented, but because I'm a **** private who graduated from high school, and I can't understand those bullshit. , What is the differentiation of social groups, what is open diplomacy, open diplomacy, my understanding is that the three dogs in my family were on the street, messing around in full view, and finally shot outside! Call open-air field warfare a philosophy, Fuck you politicians."

The veterans once again cheered with all kinds of vulgar laughter. With just a few words, the veterans present believed that this senior soldier was not in disguise. Since leaving the army, except for veterans of the same status, other people seldom interacted with them. Tell such a vulgar and pure joke.

"I decided to write my own speech, so don't worry if it's too long, I'm not going to say, 'I'm going to keep this short, so I can give you time to write your checks to support me', that **** that countless politicians think they're humorous, I Know all the politicians start their speeches with this joke, but the **** I just don't know what's so funny about it?"

"And those guys don't cut short, they go on and on for an hour or two at a time, **** you, an hour or two, why doesn't he go home and lick his wife, if he can lick his wife for two hours , I guarantee his wife will definitely love him more, but for an hour or two of bullshit, there is no way people here can fall in love with him."

  “The one or two-hour speech can be summed up by saying a long and short story at the beginning, then talking about my dreams and great ambitions, and finally saying God bless America.”

"Actually, it can be summed up in one sentence. Give me your banknotes and votes, and I'm going to Washington! A politician wearing a high-end suit worth thousands of dollars and a diamond watch worth tens of thousands of dollars is fooling around with a bunch of bottles of whiskey. The poor guy who can't afford it pays him a bus ticket to Washington, **** you, I'd rather buy a ticket to your house myself, *your wife who has an empty house because you went to Washington."

"Actually, this statement is a bit biased. I have received news that it is unlikely to succeed if I only pay for the ticket, but if you are willing to donate 500,000 to those politicians, you will definitely be able to marry their wives, add 200,000, and at the same time *His wife's sister, I saw someone become agitated, calm down, officers, if you really donate half a million to that politician for them, I guarantee that it will be the scariest experience in your life."

  The audience once again burst into laughter, even whistles and applause.

  However, the person in charge of the nursing home who was listening to Jeff's speech at the entrance of the corridor frowned at the moment. He looked at Tommy who communicated with him and donated some food in exchange for Jeff's speech for half an hour:

   "Are you sure he's here to give a fundraiser? Not a sleazy talk show tour? That's just too nasty."

"A good speech is so humorous that it can make everyone laugh." Tommy said solemnly: "You want these veterans to sit in the audience and listen to Jeff's "Meditations" for two hours? Believe me, that thing tells In ten minutes at least half of the veterans want to go find a gun and blow Jeff's head off."

"So, what do you think is a good speech is to tell the audience the following blunt and vulgar jokes, and donate half a million to get rid of the wives of those politicians?" Take a look at the manuscript you have prepared."

Tommy took out a cigarette and lit it, and then said: "This is not a joke. I have a friend named Stephen. He told me personally that he and his family's foundation donate about five million to the Democratic Party every year to support the Democratic Party. Various Democratic members of Congress, he called this money prostitution, he is not yet thirty years old this year, and has slept with the young and beautiful wives or girlfriends of seventeen congressmen who hoped that he would donate more. The state congressman made an additional donation of 200,000 yuan, and the congressman's wife and sister specially chatted with him all night about democracy and freedom in order to express their gratitude."

   "You're kidding! It's impossible!" The person in charge said with certainty, but the expression on his face was full of eagerness to try again.

  When Tommy and the person in charge were having an in-depth discussion on the topic of having the right to sleep with the wives of congressional candidates through donations, Jeff was raising his voice on the rostrum:

"I want to say, **** your long story short, **** your great ambitions, **** your **** bless America! This is shit! I don't understand these self righteous politicians, are they so much hotter? They think they are What kind of people are you talking to?"

  “No one can tell a long story short than this group of people in front of them! Because their careers will always be ‘Yes Sir!’”

  “No one understands great ambitions better than this group of people! Because their careers are the best interpretation of great ambitions!”

   "Fuck you, need those politicians to tell us this? I'd rather shoot myself in the head than hear those ducks squawking in my ear!"

"When the country needs us soldiers, the newspapers call us the most powerful cornerstone of the country, and when we bring peace, the newspapers call us the scrapped state tools that are numb and indifferent, leaving only death and waiting Dead drunkard, poisonous bug...fuck you!"

"It is these veterans who are called drunkards, poisonous bugs, and waiting to die. Decades ago, those who can humiliate them at will are saved from being forced into the incinerator. The veterans guarded the world with their blood and lives. Peace! Let those displaced refugees from all over the world come here for shelter, because of the veterans, they were not killed by *** or Stalin or even Churchill, and then, the descendants of those survivors, now start to humiliate the great guardian of this country The killer is a **** alcoholic, a poisonous bug, an executioner, a murderer, a **** hidden danger to social security, and a stumbling block on the **** road to peace!"

   "Fuck you! Without these veterans, their corpses would have decayed into ashes long ago, and they don't even have the qualifications to be tramps!"

All the veterans shouted following these words. In the hearts of these scarred veterans, they changed the world and brought peace, but the reality is that they are now humiliated, ridiculed, Even going to the street to buy a bottle of wine has to be interrogated by the police, as if I am not a soldier who was wounded fighting for the United States, but a Soviet soldier trapped in the United States. There is no respect, no status, and nothing but scars all over his body.

"Survivors who have enjoyed peace, talk in front of you, boasting that they have seen the world, have insight into the international situation, and each one seems to know everything, change the world, and make this country better, and what about us? , in their mouth, is a fool who knows nothing except the cheapest beer brand and the cheapest drug."

"Fuck you! Bastards! We have seen the world, we have gone to Italy, withstood artillery fire and super storms, and forced a landing in Sicily! We have gone to France, in order to cover the Allies, driving destroyers regardless of the risk of sinking To Omaha Beach! We traveled to Asia, flew planes and set Tokyo on fire in order to defeat Japan!"

   "The world we have seen is countless times those stupid people who are talking at the moment! We have brought peace! And then? What have we gained?"

   "A tattered body full of scars! A ridiculously low pension! A group of tool people abandoned by society and the times!"

Jeff's eyes were already flushed, he choked up, and continued: "I... tell you what I have gained, and I have also gained medical benefits with the highest mortality rate in surgery! If you don't understand, I can explain it more clearly, that is ...Fuck you! I can't go on anymore!"

"Just in an ordinary hospital, only one out of a hundred people may die on the operating table accidentally, but in a hospital under the Department of Veterans Affairs, four and a half out of a hundred veterans will not be able to walk off the operating table alive! F*ck!"

"Why is this happening? Because doctors with better surgical skills and more advanced medical tools need more money, and those politicians in Washington are not willing to allocate funds for our obsolete tools. They feel that now you are walking on the street. It is their gift that the old guy who can scare children to tears is still alive!"

   "Fuck you!"

   "We are ugly, with blown off hands, amputated legs, and scars on our faces scarier than **** Freddie! Are we ugly? Of course! But our **** souls are so pure!"

   "And those politicians, every one of them looks personable, in fact, the **** that Miami's dirtiest sewer rats excrete is not as filthy as their souls!"

   "Ugly veterans, deserve to die? Fuck you! I want you to live!"

  After Jeff finished speaking, as long as they were not crippled in wheelchairs, everyone stood up, shouted excitedly, and responded to Jeff's words!

   Sure enough, only the real low-level soldiers understand what happened to these veterans! This guy named Jeff LaVine is their own! That's it! Obviously they have been loyal to the country, but now the US Congress refuses to allocate funds to improve their medical environment!

"I'm a fool. If I'm not a fool, who the **** would join the army to defend this country? Of course I'm a fool, and so are you." Jeff let out a breath, looked at the excited veterans in the audience with a serious expression, and waited. After the veterans cheered, roared, etc., they continued to say:

"Jeff, you're a fool, you can't go to an election. The neighbors will say it, the papers will say it, my competitors will say it, they'll laugh at me, Jeff the fool doesn't understand anything, he's running for elections Just a joke, go home, America doesn't need you to come forward now, you better go home and keep fixing those **** dirty pipes! You are a fool, a fool who doesn't understand politics, the situation, the economy, Don't understand change, don't understand campaigning..."

   "Fuck you! Idiots really don't understand anything, but they know how to love this country!" Jeff suddenly yelled until the sound broke!

The person in charge saw that the forty or fifty old men in the audience seemed to have fallen into some kind of frenzy. He didn't care about chatting with Tommy, and quickly walked in to greet the nurses under him to appease some of the old men who seemed to be too excited, so that they would not be overwhelmed by emotions. The ups and downs were too great, the heart was overwhelmed, and he died suddenly on the spot.

  This is a scene that this nursing home has never seen before. How can a retired private have such a strong incitement? Make these veterans look like they're ready to get back into the fight?

When the person in charge didn't understand why the veterans were so excited, Jeff looked at Martin behind everyone. Martin continued to relax to him, signaling him to slow down his tone. Jeff lowered the volume obediently, following the previous practice State, and said calmly: "This is what my father said, he is also a fool, a fool named Harley Lavin, who served in the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Infantry Brigade of the 1st Infantry Division of the U.S. Army, nicknamed the Can Opener, because As long as he is on the scene, he can make his comrades grin happily, like cans being opened one by one."

"He was one of the first soldiers in the Vietnam War. That was actually his second time joining the army. When he joined the army for the first time at the age of eighteen, he failed the test. His IQ was not enough. The army said we don't need fools, you go back Let’s go home, and then he will obediently go home, marry a wife and have children, until the outbreak of the Vietnam War, the conscript came to the door again, and said to him who has become an excellent carpenter, now the country needs you, a fool, to join the army.”

"My father didn't say no, I was a little kid then, but I'll always remember my mother crying and asking him, those **** humiliated my father so viciously when he first joined the army as a fool and unworthy of the army, why is he still Going to serve! Why?"

   "My dad said to her that he might really be a fool, that he didn't serve for those conscripted bastards, he served for this country, and this country needs fools to stand up."

   "Unfortunately, he didn't make it to the end of the war and died in Vietnam...I..." Jeff choked up again when he said this, and he paused.

Among the veterans in the audience, a black veteran sitting in a wheelchair with a urine bag next to him shouted loudly: "Son, the heroes are the ones who die in battle! Look at us, the ones who live are just rubbish! You should be happy! You Be happy! Your father is a hero, he doesn't have to see this **** situation!"

"Thank you, thank you, for letting me...let me finish reading this speech...my father...missed a lot of important moments in my life, the first time I read an adult magazine, the first time I masturbated, the first time I gave my love my first hair, my first relationship, my marriage, the birth of my first son, the birth of my first daughter…” Jeff paused before He continued to speak:

"He also missed the first important decision in my life. That year, when I became an adult, there was a fork in the road of my life for the first time. There were two roads, one was to serve in the army, and the other was to continue studying , I don't know which way is the right way in life, because I'm a fool."

"In the end, I made the same choice as my father. I know he chose the path of serving in the army and ended up dying in battle, but I don't regret moving forward on the path he chose, because I and He, too, loves this beautiful country deeply."

"Now, he will continue to be absent from the second important decision in my life. My life path has once again forked. There are two paths. One is to participate in the election, go to Washington to kill those politicians, and fight for the veterans. Equity, better medical care, higher benefits, more positive attention."

"The other way is to quit the election and go home, continue to be a silent fool, spend every day in all kinds of dirty pipes with rats, turn a blind eye to the injustices of those veterans, live in obscurity, and live like a dumb For the rest of my life."

Without Jeff saying anything else, the veterans at the scene, led by several veterans, shouted neat words in unison: "Run for election! Jeff! Let us live! Run for election! Jeff! Let us live! Run for election!" Pick! Jeff! Let's live!"

Martin turned his head to look at Tommy, who was dozing off with a cigarette in his mouth against the door frame, and then at the photographer who had been shocked to the point where his jaw was dislocated. He asked the photographer in disbelief, "A complete list of swear words can win voters." Support? If that's the case, why don't the candidates hire us **** to write their speeches for the presidential election?"

   "Language is really contagious. If I didn't know that Jeff is a fool who doesn't understand anything at all, I would have paid to support him." The photographer recovered and said to Martin.

  After all the veterans were finally calmed down again, Jeff looked at the crowd and said:

"When I made a choice for the first time, I fantasized that it would be great if my father was still around, so that he could give his son the right advice on the choice of life path, but unfortunately he is not here, I just can make their own decisions.”

   "However, this time, I don't want to make my own choice."

   "I want to ask you who have fought for the country like my father, to replace my father who has died in the battle, and give me a suggestion, let me feel what it feels like to be absent from my life."

   "I want you guys to tell me which way I should go, and whichever answer you end up telling me, I'll gladly accept it because..."

   "You are my fathers, the patriots who love this country more than I do."

"Finally, according to the speech management, I want to say at the end, God bless America...fuck you! I don't want to say this sentence, because I believe that if America is really blessed all the time, it must have nothing to do with God, but You! You true patriots, guarding this great country!"

  After speaking, Jeff threw away the stack of speech papers forcefully, and the manuscripts scattered and fell in the air. Jeff walked off the rostrum with red eyes, and embraced the veterans.

  That scene was really touching, and the few emotional outpourings during the speech could not have been Jeff in disguise. Martin thought to himself, "Boss, I..."

"Go up and put away the manuscript, hurry up, today I have to give this speech five times in five nursing homes." Tommy lazily opened his eyes, and said to Martin: "Jeff can get lost, I think I really want to treat those old guys as my father, but as a campaign manager, you have to know what we are here to make money."

   This is 8,000 words. The word count was updated the day before yesterday and yesterday. Tonight’s word count was not coded. I just designed the speech... Otherwise, I should be able to write 12,000 words~ Continue to code 8,000 today~

  

  

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