Yeah, like, Jeff Jones for president!!!
Then, a month later, the phone rang -- it was Pol Pot or
Nixon.
Someone in a distant state Jeff'd never heard of, had found
his speech lying on a table in a bus depot, read it, and
passed it around to a few friends.
Some of these people had made copies and passed them around
to more friends.
Eventually, people all over the state had read his speech
and, regardless of party affiliation, were nodding their
heads and saying "Whooooooaa!" to the premises and dreams
at the foundation of his campaign and at the root of his
very being.
A ground swell of grassroots sentiment forced a special
election which unanimously and immediately elected and
installed Jeff Jones as governor or president or secretary-
general of whatever form of government they had there.
A blue ribbon panel was appointed to help ease his
transition to power, though the bulk of this was
accomplished by just handing him the book about the 10 ways
to avoid vomiting on half a gallon of vodka in half an hour.
Then Jeff disappeared, which was the best charisma of all.
Anyway, the people had become so self righteous, it
nauseated him just to be around them.
But, every so often, he'd send a telegram to express his
sorrow at not being able to be there, that evening -- so
they wouldn't forget who their governor (or President?) was,
even if he was no longer inhabiting the same world, and no
longer driven by the same chemistries or geometries or
histories, or spellings.