Describe a Yes on Proposition 7-Upton Sinclair-Barry Goldwater voter
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« on: December 10, 2020, 01:42:44 AM »

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« Reply #1 on: December 11, 2020, 08:10:06 PM »

Timothy Chung was born into poverty in Early 1910’s Los Angeles. His father worked as a construction worker, and labored for many hours 7 days a week. Tim’s mother who Tim would later recall as “one of the best mom’s I ever had” stayed at home to raise Tim and his 12 brothers. His father was only able to purchase a single bowl of rice every night for all of them to share, along with several copies of socialist literature that he told his family to “eat” in a metaphorical sense. Naturally, when Upton Sinclair ran for governor in 1934, Tim and his father were extremely enthusiastic, and even volunteered for his campaign. While working as a Taxi driver in 1930’s Los Angeles, he also attended Community College, and took Radio Class.

It is there he met the love of his life, who also happened to be his instructor, Tammy Masterson. Many nights of hard studying and boob-frisking followed, and before Tim knew it, Tammy was pregnant with their first born son, Sean. After 7 hard years of studying, Tim graduated from Community College in 1941 with a degree in radio. Unfortunately for Tim, a mere 4 months after obtaining his degree, he was forced to fight in WWII. After returning from the war, Tim got a job at a local radio station. The station was Jazz-format and was highly popular among local African Americans. Tim became the host of what would become the area’s most popular radio show “A Steaming Hot Plate of Jazz.” Tim was a hit among black listeners, and many even believed that Tim himself was black based on the sound of his voice.

Him and his family suddenly were able to live comfortably based on his radio salary. The job was Tim’s dream job, and it afforded him lots of leisure time on the weekends to do whatever he wanted. Him and his homies would suit up in pads every Saturday afternoon and play games of full-tackle football at the old high school. As the years went by, and he became increasingly more comfortable in his life, he began to lament one thing above all else: Taxes. In 1964, he strongly supported the Conservative campaign of Republican Barry Goldwater for President.

Shortly after the election news broke to his largely black audience that he supported Goldwater’s campaign. Many members of his audience were furious. How could he, a black man, support the campaign of someone who voted against the landmark civil rights act? An angry mob descended on the station the following day, demanding to speak to “Smooth Timmy C” which was Tim’s stage name. When radio executives demanded that he go try to quell the so-called “job lynch mob” many couldn’t believe their eyes! Timmy C was not even close to black! He was a goddamn Asian. Tim quickly yelled back at the crowd “Y’all are the biggest haters I’ve ever seen!” Instead of attacking Tim however, the crowd’s mood turned largely to disappointment, and many returned home. When it became clear to station executives a few months later that listenership had plunged to an all-time low, they quickly changed format to talk/rock and roll, and Tim’s time-slot was replaced by a new talk show called “The Largest Problems in Modern California.”

Tim left shortly thereafter and Tammy left him to pursue a new radio teaching job at Boston University. Tim was nearly a broken man, but if there was one thing Tim Chung wasn’t, it was a quitter. A few short weeks later, Tim found himself at a hot dog eating competition in Las Vegas. This was no normal hot dog eating competition, however, this particular competition had a $1 million jackpot. Tim was determined, and astounded judges, spectators, and fellow contestants with a performance for the history book. Tim finished in first place by about 23 hot dogs, and used some of contest winnings to purchase a clock company based in San Francisco.

In 2018, at the age of 108, Tim knew that his time in this world was almost up, but he knew that he had to do one last thing. Vote yes on Prop 7, which was going to be on the ballot that November. Tim knew that his son Sean, despite being a successful audio engineer for a New York City radio station, depended on the clock business being successful into the future. For months Tim did nothing besides eat hot dogs, and practice yoga for 12 hours of the day. He knew that if the proposition passed and allowed the legislature to change if the clocks would need to be set back or not, people would be inevitably thinking about clocks and would more than likely focus their energy on purchasing more clocks. When Election Day finally arrived, Tim got behind the wheel of his Toyota Camry and drove quickly to the polls. As he walked into the polling center, he could feel that death was creeping up on him. In what seemed like an eternity, he finally made it into the gymnasium. Grasping his pen firmly in his right hand, he suddenly collapsed to the ground. No! He shouted leaving poll workers stunned and inspired by his swift determination. He leveraged the table to stand himself back up, and filled in the circle indicating a “Yes” vote on proposition 7. He grabbed his ballot, and on the way over to the ballot machine, his knees buckled. “NO!” Again he shouted. Now crawling over to the machine, he firmly placed his ballot into the slot, as poll workers and other voters all applauded thunderously as if their team had just won the state championship. Tim lay flat on his back staring at the bright lights of the gymnasium ceiling. While the applaud of those who witnessed his final act became ever dimmer from Tim’s perspective, he made one last defiant scream that many in attendance that day would for the rest of their lives, describe as the most beautiful sound they had ever heard uttered.

“WHY TAMMY WHY?!?!”
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