Ron Paul, the only logical choice.

American Anons generally just don't give a shit about alot of things. Though, I'm assuming there should be atleast one time where Anon does care about one thing. This man is threatening to bring down the IRS and the corrupt Federal Reserve. He will stop the Government from deciding what content, can, and cannot be put into video games, what can and cannot be put in television programs, commercials, and movies. Plus, privacy on the internet, anonymity, something all Anons hold dear. Something all the other candidates wish to take away from us. The least we could do is give him our support. You don't meet many 71 yearold geezers like him in your life time. He will stop us from being assailed from those sand monkies to the south, and from being intergrated with those fucking fags to the north aswell.

VOTE RON PAUL.

A young African man steps up to the microphone to speak. "Dr. Ron Paul, I, as a former Sudanese slave, would like to know what you would do as president to help monitor and stop the slave trade in Sudan."

"Who are you? Did somebody let you out of your cage?" Dr. Paul asked, visibly irritated.

"Sir I am no longer a sla-"

"Somebody call this man's master, we've got an escaped slave here!"

"I was merely asking a qu-"

Ron Paul rapidly approaches the man, arms outstreched. "Under the power vested in me by the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 I am going to detain you until your rightful owner can claim you."

"Get away from me!" the young African man shouted, batting away Ron's hands.

"Somebody help me hold him down before he can up his pace to a run, these things can get pretty fast." Dr. Paul said as he began to subdue the African man.

Dramatic music begins to play in the background as Mitt Romney enters the conference, clasping a Book of Mormon in his hand.

"Quick, Abejo, convert to Mormonism so your skin turns white!" he shouts with the utmost urgency. Mitt Romney then throws the book of Mormon up in the air towards Abejo and Ron Paul. It tumbles slowly, pages flapping in the air, for what seems like an eternity before landing squarely in Abejo's hand.

Abejo frees his other hand, quickly grabbing a water bottle from a stunned audience member and baptizes himself, shouting "By the power of Joseph Smith, I cast my heathen devils out!" A glow begins to surround him, beginning at his feet and traveling upwards as his entire body is encased in light. Dr. Paul shields his eyes with his forearm from the blinding spectacle and backs away.

As the light fades, a smiling white man stands where Abejo once was, his nose shrunken, his leg muscles visibly atrophied. Dr. Ron Paul looks up at Mitt Romney with a glare. His eyes narrow menacingly.