making sure my prized thoroughbred horse grows up healthy and strong by feeding him six cups of instant ramen every night
Andrew Jackson stood in his office, startled when his campaign manager walked in to speak with him.
“Sir,” he said, “A new party has surfaced and their main goal is to oppose you and your views.”
Jackson turned around. “Really?” he inquired, intrigued, “and what do you say we should do about it?”
The campaign manager gravely looked at him. “I know it seems drastic, but we simply cannot let them win. I suggest we try and steal one of their most important members.”
Jackson was startled. He asked for the name of the party, and when the manager gave it to him, he turned to look out a window in thought. Steal a party member, he thought, we could do it.
He turned to the manager. “Create a plan. It will surely shake them to have a Whig snatched.”
