Old Man Bickford - W. S. Burroughs
Old man Bickford, cattle, oil, real estate
He's one of the poker-playin', whiskey-drinkin' evil old men who run the United States of America.
To these backstage operators, presidents, cabinet ministers and ambassadors
and his jokes and errand boys...
they do what they are told to do or else.
His subordinates never know why they have fallen from favor.
That is for them to figure out when his displeasure falls heavy and cold.
Jess Sanford knows he's in trouble when the Old Man steers him into a little side room with one chair.
The Old Man sits down and smiles.
"Yunno, Jess. I have an intuition about you. I think you'd make a mighty fine President."
Jess turns pale. He was hearing his death warrant.
"Oh no, Mr. Bickford. I don't have the qualifications!"
"I disagree with you. I think you do have the qualifications. You've got a good front and a fuckin' big mouth."
Now Jess knows he talked too much in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Please, Mr. Bickford. I have a bad heart and the job would kill me!"
Bickford's smile widens.
"Think about it, Jess, just think about it...