Governor Elect
By HarryB
Published: April 2, 2008
Updated: April 2, 2008

Governor Elect

Harry Buschman

So? The experiment was a success, no? Long enough it took already, eh? What can I say? Rome, in one day it was not built yet Ė or maybe two even.

But the fourth generation of the Frankensteins; Ja! He was the lucky number. How many monsters down the drain I donít remember from before, but it was plenty thatís for sure. The equipment in those days Ė it was not like what you see here in the new laboratory, right? Look around, over in the back you can see the cryogenics chambers, up front here is the electron microscope Ė they donít come cheap,not even second hand ... and the computers! Oy, I almost forgot to turn them off. Well, it donít matter none now Ė the experiment is finished. Gottsedanke!

The parts the professor donít take from the dead no more. His great grandfather, (und what a ghoul he was). Him and the little goyem hunchback In and out of the cemeteries with the wheelbarrow and the shovel. What can you expect? The parts donít fit so good Ė the first one had two left feet. The brain would have been okay, but the dumbkopf puts it in backwards. I repeat, what can you expect from a no brainer like that already?

But this time, ha? Everything like clockwork. Everything made to order, from scratch, nothing off the shelf - DNA matched - color coded - grain oriented. You should have seen the old professorís eyes light up when we turned up the juice! Ach, like a man possessed, he shouted, ďHeís alive! Alive!! The Son-Of-A-Bitch is alive!!

Yah, Iíll say alive... let me tell you, within a week on the Republican ticket for Governor of California heís running already. He shakes your hand, you donít say no to him baby Ė otherwise itís hasta la vista.

And a cushy job for the professor too, right? You bet right! State Surgeon General thatís what! Every nickel of Federal Medicare money passing through the hands of Doctor Frankenstein Ė some of it schticks, no? Nothing is perfect.

So that leaves me Ė uncle Moishe. I get to clean up the place. There is a saying in the old country (In Bensonhurst on Eastern Parkway that is), when you know what hits the fan, it is not distributed evenly.

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