(SIGHING)
You know, l had a neighbor,
growing up, with a name
right out of Dickens.
Mr. Charles Hazard.
And Mr. Hazard didn't like
the neighborhood dogs
messing up his flower beds.
One day, l heard
a bunch of yelling
from across the street,
so l ran on over
to Mr. Hazard's,
and there were about
15 grown-ups standing
around my dog, Teddy,
who was writhing
on the ground
in obvious agony.
Blood was pouring
out of his mouth.
Mr. Hazard had
ground up a glass bottle
and put it in a bowl
of dog food and
fed it to him.
What did you do?
Well, l got some gasoline
and burned down
his flower beds.
But that wasn't
satisfying enough.
And then l remembered,
Mr. Hazard was
an elected official.
He was the head
of the town council.
His reelection every two years
was a foregone conclusion.
So come Election Day,
l drove over to
the black section of town.
Now, these people
hadn't voted in any of
these elections, so...
l was only 13,
but l had a farmer's license
and l filled up my car
with black voters
and drove them
to the polling place
and then waited,
then drove them on home.
But before they got out
of the car to vote
l said, ''l don't
mean to influence you,
but l think you should know
''Mr. Charles Hazard
has intentionally
killed my dog.''
About 400 ballots were
cast in that election.
l drove 96 of them
to the polls.
Hazard lost by 16 votes.
And that's the day
l fell in love
with America.
What time do we land?
7:30 a.m. in D.C.
l want the CIA
in my office
at 10:OO.
Assistant Deputy Director
or higher.
Tell them that if
l don't see someone
at 10:OO,
l'm gonna start docking
their allowance at a rate
of $1 million a minute.
Yes, sir.
And get me another
one of them, would you?
(CLEARING THROAT)
Yes, sir.
