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I don't exactly like flying.
It's not about being afraid. I know that I'm safe in the air. It's just the inconvenience, the confined space, and that air pressure thing you get when you land. I don't relish flying. And here I'm on a plane again.
What would you think? No. How would you perceive? How would you react? How would you feel?
I thought I'd be in Washington a few days, at least. I packed enough clothes, a decent range. I know sometimes it's hot and humid, sometimes cold for no reason. I'm flying back to LA, where it will be in the mid-seventies all week.
If the Governor of Michigan -- an industrial state, a Midwestern state, a decent population, a few major cities. If the Governor of Michigan had a degenerative disease, would you doubt -- no. Would you question his ability to govern? Would you worry? Would you feel lied to?
I was looking forward to it, actually, to seeing Josh again, to seeing any and all of them. Good people. I was looking forward to them. I've been wondering if he ever figured out anything with Donna, if he ever figured anything out with himself. I still don't know. I was looking forward to this man and he turned me right around in the terminal.
Would you feel lied to? Would you vote for a candidate with a degenerative disease? Did the Governor of Michigan defraud the public? Should he have revealed this? Should he have the right to privacy?
Should he resign?
I'm flying over Middle America right now. Dale is sleeping. Damn it, now I'll always think of him as Dale Brackett, P.I. I had expectations. I had plans. Josh changed them, turned me right around. I was going to Washington this morning, and now I'm going back to Los Angeles. And I barely know where I'm going at all.
Ninety-six hours to do this. Ninety-six hours to write the questions, make the phone calls, count the answers. Ninety-six hours and I'll be on a plane again. With the news, which I doubt will be good. I'm not looking forward to the way they'll look at me. I'm not looking forward to Josh's face. I can't believe the look I saw on it today.
If the Governor of Michigan concealed his condition, could you still believe -- no. Could you trust him? Could you support him? How much would the news affect your perception? Where would you rate it, on a scale of one to ten? On a scale of one to five? How much would it change things? How much would you care?
I never saw this coming. I wonder if anyone did. Someday -- maybe someday soon -- there will be lawyers. Hearings. Grand juries. Questions upon questions to answer, and I'm in this now. Toby backed him up, and he brought me in. Josh trusted me.
If the Governor of Michigan (the President of the United States) hypothetically (really) had a degenerative disorder of the nervous system (multiple sclerosis), would you (blame him) question his ability to govern (the country)?