An After Dinner United Family Talk Show.

I plan, during my presidency, to feed a couple hundred citizens, every day, in the East Room of the White House.

Regardless how busy you are, or how weighty the prob limbs of the world, everyone - even the President of the United States - has to have time out for lunch. So my plan is to serve a buffet lunch for a room full of regular citizens each and every day. My hardiest workers from the campaign for the presidency will be on the top of the list, but any citizen can write a letter, to be luncheon guest of the President. In this manner I will always keep in touch, and be in touch with every day people.

"Live At The White House" will go on the air five nights a week from 7:30 pm to 9:00 pm, beginning six months after I'm sworn into office. Amongst my luncheon guests, (and, as above, you could be my White House luncheon guest, just because you wrote and asked), any amateur talent can audition for a spot, to perform on the show we air that evening from the East Room.

The good folk invited for buffet lunching with the President are invited to the White House east room later that evening, to be part of the President's television audience. Suffice to say: the host rules!

I only need to diss one Hollywood film during my nightly monolog - tell the ho-hum audience why I recommend they boycott a certain movie - to send a "reel" message to hollywood. At the same time, every night I'll disolve the garbage flowing in our cultural marketplace by producing a solid 90 minutes of excellent all around prime time family television.

My nightly monolog might also present an excellent opportunity for, on-the-spot, organizing a volunteer relief effort, American people style, for a faraway place, like Turkey, where a devastating earth quake recently killed 12,000 people. (This writing is obviously circa 2000, long before Katrina).

I would have called the night of that earthquake for every spare back-hoe to be driven to the airports where there would be military transports standing by, before dawn. I'd have called for come-along volunteers to drive the back-hoes, and a couple of extra helpers for each hoe with back packs, vittles and three days of water, to help move debris; and challenged every buddy that I, the President was going over there, leaving that night, after the television show, and I would be at the airport, on the tarmac, directing traffic as the planes landed, and who was going with me?

We would have saved thousands of Turkish lives and put tons of nickles in God's bank! The monolog of my nightly TV show would have been / will be a great place to jump start such an effort the next time we get a devastating world calamity and the calamity is during my term of office. America is pro saving lives. Pro life.

Such a willingness to put a nickle in God's bank, actively helping our neighbors, should be reflected in our foreign policy. It sends a message to the world's peoples, regardless their governments.

When the earth quake hit Turkey, Bill Clinton was golfing on Martha's Vinyard, and that's where he stayed. When hurricane Floyd hit the Carolina coast with torrential rains, Clinton skipped an afternoon on the links in Hawaii and flew home. The diff rinse: Turks don't vote, and they most probably didn't give any soft lobby money to Clinton.

My nightly monolog will be the time for righteously repeating a selection of funny stuff that happened in the country that day, "The Day's Events," and also to publicly berete congress for failing to pass legislation that ratifies Executive Orders written on behalf of the American people. "Today's cock & bull tax loop hole," might become a nightly monolog high light.

Stars will appear on my Live At The White House television show, and performing artists will come on, and amateurs, and after an hour or so, at 8:30 pm, I will re-tell a bed time story, with a live skit, the characters in costume, from the nightly guests, to help all the single parents put their little ones to bed.

There will be a couch on the set, with some regular off-beat guests, and the redhot phone on the desk, world connected. Old folks will be reminded of the Jack Parr Show. America will get my renditions of what I reenact-recollect was the best of Steve Allen, Johnny Carson, Jack Parr, Milton Berle, and Jack Benny. Then, before you know it, it's nine o'clock at night and time for the president to go to bed. In the event tmy TV ratings slip, I won't get reelected.

In this manner, with nightly monologs, and networked America at home watching, I will show every night how a beltway outsider can conduct the office of United States President, talk straight fair and square, and get things done in Washington, DC.

The President sits on a horse and all the rest of us stand in the dust. So any president should be willing to do the same thing - host a White House talk show and stand up every night before the American people, to tell them what's up.

This is the good ship mother earth. Whatever deck you live on, the cards are dealt out evenly. When it comes time to change the course of human history, on the good ship mother earth, all the world cries out for is a spokesman, a spokes person - to turn the wheel.

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Michael Stephen Levinson