As you step up to the Filibuster Podium (that's a thing,
right?) the applause will come in unevenly.
But when you settle your weight on the podium and begin to shake
uncontrollably you'll trigger an eruption of applause from the floor. When you open your mouth to speak and, in the
process of raising your finger to accentuate a phrase, spasm and knock over a
glass of water, the clapping will swell.
By the time you begin to speak, stuttering out phrases at an agonizing
pace, you'll have to stop, the sound of approval will come through so loud, so
true.
After an hour and a half of fanfare supporting you,
extolling your bravery and courage, announcing to the senate how amazing it is
that you're doing what you're doing given your condition, you'll barely have
spoken, but you'll have managed to filibuster long enough to make damn sure
that those autistic children keep their hand out of the federal cookie jar. They can find their own funding for
"educational initiatives and unique health concerns." Hell, you did as much when you were their
age, and you turned out just find. Aside
from the trembling. And, in general,
your worldview.
Congratulations Trembling Senator!
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