John's private moment of introspection was interrupted by his own Chief of Staff.
Allen Keller was a bespeckled, overweight and balding former solder who had recently refused to celebrate his own forty-seventh birthday. Even though he wore a suit and tie as his daily uniform he often gave the impression that he would be more comfortable in old camouflage trousers and a tee shirt.
As the Governor's Chief of Staff Al Keller kept a small office in the basement of the Minnesota State Capitol building. Over the course of the last year it had become known as the Dungeon. And woe betide the staff member who was summoned to it. When one of the local socialist newspapers started to call him the Dungeonmaster he simply shrugged and admitted that he still owned a complete set of rule books for the First Edition of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons.
Al had two small bottles of chocolate milk with him. He handed one down to John and sat down in the adjoining seat.
"Here," Al said, "this should help you sleep."
Al opened his bottle and started chugging it down.
"You know," said John, "there are flight attendants on Air Force One."
"Some of the best in the world." Al replied. "But none of them are up to their eyebrows in your plot to dominate the world."
"I only want to be President." Said John.
Al Keller chose this moment to preach to his pope.
"The United States of America is the dominant nation on this planet. For example, nothing moves on the surface on our oceans without the permission of the United States Navy. And you know, I would like it to stay that way."
"I'm sure Senator McCain would love to hear that when I meet with him." Said John.
"Go ahead," said Al "use it."
"Thank you." John said.
Al finished his bottle of chocolate milk.
"Do you think Corder will be there?" Al had to ask.
"Of course." said John. "He and Aunt Elizabeth are practically inseparable now."
Al softly grunted. He always had the quiet suspicion that Corder wouldn't mind putting one round into Al's head in the old Soviet style.
There was a commotion at the front of the cabin, Al leaned over into the aisle to look.
"It's Dubya" Said Al, referring to President Bush. "Why the Hell does he have to come back here now?"
"He's just being a good Christian gentleman." Said John as he stood up to chat with the President.
"That," Al replied, "is a big part of our problem."
In Al Keller's view the people who led the Republican Party were simply too nice.