What question/where/why etc etc etc.
allow me to tell you of a tale of love lost and redemption.. redeemed
He was a guest speaker for a pols class (deception etc). He invited us to do our best to trip him up and we did our darndest, let me tell you my friend. We gave it our all, we certainly did.
The obvious questions were on Tampa, interest rates, GST etc but I thought that i'd ask a much more subtle and piercing question. When the time came for me to strike, I made my move to the microphone, careful to appear in control of my faculties and unfased by his rank. I was steady and neither my hands nor voice shook. He sized me up with his efficient, raptor glare. I recognised this as an attempt to intimidate me, but I pressed on, unphased, unaffected, to clutch the microphone. I glared at him back with my more human, less cunning, lion ferocity. This was it. This was my moment. I said to him "As a Catholic, how can you justify what you call "spin" - that is, being true to the letter, but not the heart of God's law as opposed to man's". A hush fell across the lecture theatre and I had braced myself for this. I used this silence to my advantange; as the icey beast started to thaw in movements indicating that he was about to answer, I seized the moment: "Secondly, would you accept the political necessity of what Plato called the 'noble lie', or would you align with the more Kantian view that telling the truth is a Categorical Imperative". This second question was necessary to win back the secular crowd. I smiled humbily and resumed my seat.
You must udnerstand, the atmosphere at this point was tense - people were literally on the edge of their seats to hear the response. Had we done it? Had this brave lad defeated this reptilian monster? Slain the dragon?
He floundered for a few seconds "Well, now, well, no, look" (or thereabouts). This was an excellent sign. He was on the ropes, you see! He had been dealt such a blow that he did not anticipate and he was teetering between recovery and unconsciousness. Then a terrible thing happened. He slipped into gear and said "Well your first question was bullshit". Although not totally damning in itself, it was greeted with laughter. My loyal friends looked down (JUDAS YOU DENY ME, I wanted to cry out) and I politely smiled, though could not mask the rouge in my cheeks that greeted such vulgarity.
He then gave me a fair answer to my second one and I learned to love him forever and not extinguish the small candle I keep burning within my heart for the Liberal party