I saw a headline the other day for some website asking the question, if you could have dinner with five presidents, who would they be?
I took it to mean five American presidents, so I went with that – simple, I know, but let’s not get too cute, huh? So here’s my list: FDR (of course), Teddy Roosevelt, his cousin, Abe Lincoln (duh!), Barack Obama (huh? Bear with me – you’ll see why), John Adams and Player to be announced (patience, grasshopper)!
The presidents and I are seated around the table, and everyone is relishing their meal. After the soup course, I clink my water glass, saying “OK, let’s get this party started. First topic: state of affairs in America today. Discuss.”
All of them start to talk at the same time, then start arguing with each other and getting red in the face. I shout over the din, “Hey! One at a time. John A – you’re the oldest guy here – you start. John glowers at the assemblage. “Things today are no different than they were back in my day. Why, I was commenting about that just the other day to TJ – oh, gee – where is Mr. Jefferson? Did he not merit an invite? How interesting. I let it be known to him before I left that he’d not been invi..”
“Hey, John,” I say. Please stay on topic.” John smiles, saying, “Yes, very well. The same debate is going on today about whether the federal government or individual states have the overweening power. That debate will likely never be resolved. When I talked with Abigail about that yesterday – by the way, why wasn’t she invited to this soiree? There are no women here, and she would likely be considered America’s first feminist.”
“Certainly that’s true, John,” I reply. “But I’ve talked with her elsewhere, along with Custer and Crazy Horse.”
John says, “Madam, I know you’ve mentioned those people in the outline of that sequel you wrote to Suffer the Children, but she’s still in outline form. She’s been waiting to speak now for over a year. She asked me to tell you to get on with it, please.”
Thank you, John. Now, let’s see, who’d like to offer their opinion on..”
“Are you doing this chronologically? If so, I believe Mr. Lincoln has the floor.”
I sigh. “Yes, thank you, John. President Lincoln, you’re looking well.”
“As well as a man can with a hole in the back of his head. But let’s not dwell on all that. The state of American affairs today is so very much better than the America I inherited in 1860. You and your ilk have no appreciation of how difficult things were back then. Relatively speaking, the country is in pretty good shape today.”
“I concur,” I say. “But now that you have the floor, I’d like to ask you a question. What were you thinking when you listened to Frank Blair and called for a hundred thousand troops to put down the insurrection after the attack on Ft. Sumter? I would argue you started the Civil War.”
Abe sighs. “I was new to the presidency. Everyone hated that I’d won – you know, Doris G and that guy Tagg both got it just right in those books about how everyone in the country hated me. Blair was the father of the Republican party, and since he helped get me elected, I felt obliged to listen to him. Boy, was that ever a mistake. But I hung in there for four years, and what was my reward for saving the union and freeing the slaves?” Abe turned around for the assemblage to see the back of his head. “Thanks a lot for nothing! Molly was so distraught about the turn of events, and I ..”
Teddy interrupts Abe. “With all due respect, Mr. President, if I’d been in charge, the whole thing would have been over with in two weeks. Why, when I charged up San Juan Hill with the Rough Riders, the day was won and ..”
“Thank you, Teddy. But I’d like to hear from President Lincoln about the Emancipation Proclamation and the Thirteenth Amendment. They certainly changed the course of American history, wouldn’t you all agree?”
There was mumbling and grudging assent from the group. Abe smiled. “Actually, Congress had already passed something similar to what was in the EP, as I liked to call it. But when they did it, nobody paid any attention. When I did it, everyone howled like scalded cats. It went too far..it didn’t go far enough. I never could catch a break. But credit must be given to my friend, Frederick Douglass. He was the one that got behind the EP, and persuaded a hundred eighty thousand or so of his fellow Negroes to join the Union Army. It made the difference, generals be damned. We just wore Lee and the South out. As for the Thirteenth Amendment, that was just politics. Spielberg got it right in that movie. That Day-Lewis fellow did a pretty good job of playing me..I..”
“Thank you, Mr. Lincoln. Let’s move on as we’re nearly finished with the main course, and there’s lots more to hear from others. OK, Teddy, you’re up. What do you have to say about the state of affairs in this country today?”
Teddy thoughtfully cleaned his round glasses. “Corporations. They’re back. I thought I’d gotten rid of them with my trust busting. But they’re like cockroaches – you can never kill them all. That British PM Truss got run out of office by the power of corporations. They’ll be the downfall of the world with their greed and ruthlessness. I say gut them all..when I was in charge..”
Adams interrupts. “Abigail says what happened to Liz Truss would never have happened if a man had been in charge. Sexism, pure and simple. I agree with her. Now, as for ..”
“Thank you, John. Thank you, Teddy. Now let’s hear from your cousin Franklin. Mr. President, I see you’re still in your wheelchair. I thought heaven was supposed to fix all ills.”
Franklin thrust out his chin in typical FDR fashion. “I was fine until Eleanor showed up. She was the one that persuaded them to put me back in this chair so she could keep up with me. I think that was payback for Lucy Mercer being with me when I had that stroke at Warm Springs. She was a very jealous woman, my Eleanor.”
“I can only imagine how that must feel. But if you would, please describe what you feel was your greatest accomplishment over your four terms as president.”
“Well, technically, it was really only three. I’d only just got started on the fourth when I left. My greatest accomplishment? Hmm..there were so many, it’s hard to say which was the greatest. I didn’t free any slaves..My economic policies after the Depression were iffy at best – the war saved the economy, not me. I’d say my greatest accomplishment was keeping my proverbial powder dry until Pearl Harbor, so the America Firsters – those traitors in sheep’s clothing – were thoroughly discredited. Without America, things would have turned out very differently in that Second World War, and America today would look very different with much bigger problems.”
“I beg to differ..” A voice came from the shadows..he steps up, looking around the table. “Any dessert left? Ah – Viennese torte. Thanks, I’ll have that with some Irish coffee, if you please. Don’t get that much over there – Jackie says it’s bad for my asceticism.”
John F. Kennedy takes an empty seat next to John Adams. “Move over, Lyndon.” He nudges Adams, who explodes, throws down his napkin and stomps out of the room.” Kennedy laughs. “Just as touchy as Johnson.” He digs into his dessert. “I heard about this dinner party, and knew it wouldn’t be complete unless I showed up. You and I have already talked, so we can mostly dispense with whats already been discussed. When I was forced to escalate the war in Vietnam, I knew it was a big mistake soon after. When I tried to scale it back, those crazy right wingers got me – I known Lyndon knew about it and was in on the plot. He still won’t admit it, but his karma is ruined, so that’s proof. He walks around all day, muttering ‘credibility gap’, and ‘Gulf of Tonkin Resolution’. Ha ha. But nobody is talking about what’s happening in Ukraine. I’m pretty sure that crazy bastard Putin is so desperate, he’s gonna nuke ’em. I knew sooner or later that would happen..but who would have imagined that the Russians would use it on themselves?”
The group is silent, trying to digest their rich dessert and Kennedy’s words of armagedden. Finally, the last guest speaks. It’s Barack. “Am I dead? What the fuck?”
I reply, “No, Mr. President, you’re just dreaming.”
He looks hard to at me. “Who the fuck are you – and why are you in my dream? I don’t know you.”
I reply, “Could you have written a better blogpost? No? Then shut the fuck up and eat your dessert.”