We’re gonna energize the American spirit, restore our sense of pride and our national purpose — but that’s not all!”

Benson sat in the VIP booth next to Burton Chesterfield, a high campaign official. Dozens of party workers milled around wearing colorful campaign hats and buttons. Floor-to-ceiling one-way windows gave them a commanding view of the show. The crowd was cheering and whistling. Benson was glad he did not have to sit with the rabble in the bleachers. They’d cheer anything.

“Magnificent!” Chesterfield said. “People need something to believe in.”

He wore a proud smile.

“Tom, you helped make all this possible.”

Benson was thinking about what King had just said. He put it down to political hyperbole. King needed to say things, even if a bit sensational at times, that would rouse the audience and generate a few headlines. Once the election was over he could put some of the more over-the-top campaign rhetoric aside and become a true leader, more reasonable and more thoughtful. More presidential.

“Tom?”

“Yes, well, I like to think that I might’ve helped.”

“C’mon, you did more than just help,” Chesterfield said, giving Benson a slow, exaggerated jab in the shoulder. “You’re just about one of the best bundlers we have. You know, we were thinking about a place for you later on. We need someone with your dedication and talent; we like your initiative. Think about it, okay? Here, you need a ‘Win the Future’ button. Put this on.”

He handed Benson a WTF button and wandered off to the bar. Benson slipped it into his pocket.

“We also care about healthcare,” King went on. “We care about children and seniors. Good jobs at good wages. Clean air and water. Immigration. The economy. Social Security. National security. Illegal drugs. Prescription drugs. Affordable housing. Fair taxation. Family values. Crime.