Looking Forward: A Hopemoir

Chapter 2
The Origin of a Vision
“JUDGE NOT A MAN BY HIS ACTIONS; INSTEAD, FIRST LOOK TO HIS PAST.”
Jason Klamm

A Vision Finds It’s Candidate

My beliefs are deeply-rooted in a fact-based faith system of truth, honesty, and compassion. In an ever-changing world, it is a true blessing to have at my disposal this guiding light as my anchor. Without these defined areas of thought, my vision for the future would float endlessly in a pool of confusion, rather than be hammered so solidly into the vast concrete slab of my mind.

This vision comes, as do all visions, from an idea. The idea that the future can, and will, hold something for the generation to follow. It is inevitable that the younger generations will be either discontent or pleased with a situation in which they feel they have little say. It is the job of my generation to clear the path for the Future Leaders of America. This is why my campaign focuses primarily on the youth vote. Rather than change the minds of those set in their ways and opinions, I’d rather spend my time molding the minds of the youth, and helping them understand how they can, will, and must change the world.

I myself was once an impressionable youth, given to rash decision making, absorbing anything and everything in an attempt to capture the essence of what was around me so that I could change it to make it better. One would think meeting a member of the American Aristocracy would end all that – would make the child sternly change to adult, bringing about a newfound responsibility. In fact, the exact opposite happened on a dull day four years ago, when a handshake changed my life.

On a rainy day in the Fall of 2000, I stood in the small city of Oneonta, New York, the nearest metropolitan area to my hometown of Laurens, waiting with my best friend and future adviser Dan Gomiller, along with a throng of curious parties, fourteen or so strong, to meet a former great leader of this country. Soon to leave the White House and pursue further social action, this was a welcome visitor to a small city of no more than thirty thousand.

I stood in the rain, green army trench coat hanging to my ankles, now soaked to the bone, purple composition book in hand, waiting for a signal of imminent arrival. As the breath from our bodies halted from crystallizing in the cold air, a car approached this small entrance to a book shop. I stood, in awe, at this person who had become more than a mere figurehead – almost a representative, even – of our country.

Hands were shaken, the veterans spoke of injustice, and I, speechless to say the least, opened my composition book to the nearest blank page.  Looking me straight in the eye and taking my pen, there came upon the pages of that now most treasured of books the stately penmanship of Washington, DC’s own Hillary Rodham Clinton. With a handshake, she sealed the deal. In that brief second we shared a moment of personal repose, contemplating perhaps where the other was going within the years to come. It seems neither of us knew for sure, but we both had hopes for the other. The simple look she gave me as she handed my pen back and shook Dan’s hand made me understand why I was there. She made me understand why, as a politician, the people needed her. She knew that autographs are an incredibly valuable commodity in today’s marketplace, and cared enough to pass the wealth that could be created, simply with the stroke of her wrist, to me.

I’ve made it my goal since that day, almost a full four years ago, to live by the credo I think she would’ve shared with me, had we exchanged words:

“Give of yourself unto the people, even if it be the smallest, least valuable, yet easiest accessible thing you own or can do.”

Though her suggestive nod and noticeable attempt at eye contact before she was whisked to the next well-wisher might seem a bit verbose, I understand what it was I have come to believe was her intention. She wanted me to succeed.

Not only did she want me to succeed, but she wanted the country to succeed in my stead. And I’ve taken this clear signal to heart every day since then. I’ve made it a driving force in my desire to not only better myself but the living conditions of the American people. So when I began my campaign in early 2004, I used those memories as inspiration. I now shake hands at every public appearance I make.

The signature that changed my life.

The events on that rainy day in October renewed in me an often struggling faith in the American way of life. My hometown’s educational system had often disappointed me, with a disproportionate amount of taxes going toward what many of us struggled to be taught. In a village of 200 people, there are three easily-accessible businesses, and one of them is a bar. Upon meeting the first lady, however, all of those problems seemed to disappear. Her pants-suit seemed to indicate good things to come for the country. Her nice shoes said that “in the wake of this administration comes prosperity and happiness.” And in my heart, I’ve kept that promise close, remembering it every time things in this country seem bleak.

Mrs. Clinton, my vision for the future is dedicated to you.

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Jason’s commercial for his campaign mani-festive, “Looking Forward: A Hopemoir.”

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God forbid Hillary dies in office, Bill will be president again, and that legally can’t happen. #Only2Terms

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Looking Forward: A Hopemoir – Pages 75 & 76 (from 2008).  Two of Jason’s 17 Steps To A Better Country.

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Looking Forward: A Hopemoir (original ad, 2008)

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THE ENVIRONMENT

Dear Citizen,

Being based in Southern California, I'm ever aware of the damage I am told is being done to the environment when I'm not there. Additionally, I'm also told that the grocery stores may soon go on strike; the last time that happened there was also a bus strike. This got me thinking even more about the environment. We need public transportation and we need the environment, but so few people really do put in the effort to fix these world problems piece-by-piece as I've always believed was incredibly realistic.

I've decided that when I return to Los Angeles for my next brief respite from the campaign trail, I will take my trips on bike. I've always been fond of bicycling, whether through the park or down the sidewalk, to places and from them. I suppose you could call me a "pedal-phile." Thinking back I've probably always been a pedal-phile, from training wheels to 10 speeds. This is why I'm introducing a brand new initiative for cleaner alternative modes of travel.

"Jason Klamm's Pedal-Philes for the Environment" will bring together groups of us weekly to show the rest of the city, county, state and country what a group of grown people with the same unique interest can do to an issue that most people agree is very important to our country's future. So sign up today and check back to the JK2020 shop for official merchandise to show your support for my obsession. The environment.

Your Future President,
Jason Klamm

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