"Please sit down and be at ease, Mr -?" the man behind the desk said pleasantly.
"McDonald. R. H. McDonald" the interviewee answered with proper vigor.
"Not from the McDonald's? 'Course not! Otherwise why would you be here looking for work with us! I'm Fred. Now R.H. you're American, right? So tell me about your occupation?" Fred asked pleasantly.
"Excuse me? I'm here for a position as a spokesman for the state department," McDonald was puzzled.
"I know that! But where are you from in
"The
"It's a big country – where exactly from?"
"From
"So your occupation is
"Huh??"
"Where you were born – that's where the
"Huh?"
"Where did you live next?" Fred explained patiently.
"Oh, well I worked in
"Ah the spiritual heart of the Lakota, holy ground, left to the Lakota by the 1868 treaty of
R.H. was even more bewildered. "Next? Uh, I worked in
"Occupied
"Well, I moved to
"Ha! R.H. – you're one funny man! You think
"Uh, ya, Disney land"
"Both occupied! We got
"Excuse me Mr. ah – "
"Fred, call me Fred"
"Fred. I'm confused. What's the point of these questions, and even more: what's your point about occupied land?"
"Well the thing is like this, R. H. – you're interviewing for a position as a state department spokesperson, right?"
"Yeah"
"And one of your jobs will be to censure
"Yeah"
"Well by pointing out that you live in occupied land, Hawaii or Puerto Rico, all the lands that were once Mexican or Native American, I'm trying to make you immune to the absurdity of our pre-occupation and over-occupation with what really isn't an occupation! That way you'll be able to censure
"Wait" R.H. asked, still confused, "What do you think?"
"Me? I only see occupied when that little sign on an airplane lights up! Well, son, you got the job!"
"Wow! Thanks!"
"Oh, by the way, I know the R. stands for Ronald. I know your mother liked Ronald McDonald, the clown. That's the best reason you're fit for the job of Foggy Bottom spokesperson!"