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August 11, 2006
Alaskan in Exile
by Neil Zawicki

The Television of the United States, part six

     [Editor's Note: To catch up on the previous installments of Neil Zawicki's 'The Television of the United States', click here for parts 1 through 3, here for part 4 and here for part five. Enjoy.]


    Luke woke up when the sun came through the window and hit his face like a blast of hot water. Johanna was sitting next to him, sipping coffee and reading an old history textbook. When she noticed he was awake, she began to read out loud.

    “In declaring its independence from the Television of the United States and citing the pervasiveness of television and other mass media as a key corrupter of society, White Dot Collective founder Clement Hondo Pastoriak declared Tuesday that the newly-formed nation would prohibit the use, purveyance or proliferation of any such medium.”

    Luke sat up and rubbed his face.

    “Where’d you find that?” he asked. She kept reading.

    “Television of the United States seasonal president Seth Jacobson, whose election platform included several off-color jokes about people who don’t watch TV and a high-energy dance routine, said of the declaration, “I wish them luck, but if they get bored, they can always come over here to watch TV.”

    “That was a big day, man,” Luke said. “It was kind of weird and exciting at the same time, you know? I mean, we were a new nation.”

    “And no TV,” Johanna said.

    “Yep.”

    “Was that hard, not to have TV?” she asked.

    “Not really,” he said. “We already didn’t watch.”

    “Did your family work with the independence movement?” she asked.

    “I guess you could say that.” Said Luke, “My dad is Clement Hondo Pastoriak.”

    “Get out,” said Johanna.

    “No, really, he’s my dad. My dad is the father of the White Dot Collective.”

    “And now you want to be president.”

    “Of the Television of the United States,” said Luke.

    “And if you win,” continued Johanna, “then we’ll have a president Pastoriak.”

    “Wouldn’t that blow their minds?” Luke said with a smile.

    “Whose minds?” Johanna asked, “ours, or your family’s?”

    Luke hesitated.

    “Yours, of course. The viewer citizens.”

    Johanna just stared, and shook her head.
   
    The rest of the day found Luke and Johanna standing in line to sign up for Real American President. It looked like they were standing in line with circus performers. People in American flag top hats stood next to others in glittery jumpsuits, and all along the wall were television screens, blasting slogans and clips from previous shows. One massive screen beckoned the contestants closer to the sign up desk, and Luke began to get excited. Johanna did not share the interest, but liked Luke’s company, so she tolerated the situation. Luke wore a motorcycle helmet painted like an American flag, with yellow letters that read “Evel Pastoriak.” He stood silently as Johanna eyed the helmet.

    “How’d you ever come up with that?”

    “What, Evel Pastoriak?” he asked, puffing with pride. “You know, like the daredevil ... “

    Johanna cut him off.

    “I get it,” she said. “Are you gonna do stunts?”

    “Something like that,” said Luke. “Evel Pastoriak. Daredevil son of Clement Hondo Pastoriak.”

    “It just might work,” said Johanna, rolling her eyes.

    The massive screen boomed out orders for the next contestant in line to approach the window. That was Luke. He stepped forward and signed up. The clerk read his helmet as he filled out the form.

    “That’s a nice helmet,” she said, smacking her gum. “Isn’t Pastoriak that one guy that said no TV ever?” she asked.

    Her co-clerk corrected her.

    “No, Kelsey, his name was Hondo. He was a rebel against TV. But he’s, like dead now.”

    Luke looked up and smiled.

    “Nice touch,” said the clerk.

    Luke completed the form, turned around to face the line of waiting contestants, and threw his fists into the air.

   

   


      Neil Zawicki, exiled Alaskan, is Editor at Large for Insurgent49, a former reporter for the Alaska Star, and winner of the Alaska Press Club's 'Best Columnist' award. He is now living out the rest of his days in an undisclosed location in Oregon. He can be contacted athondo23@gmail.com

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