Hi! I’m Michael Skok, age 58, from Buffalo NY and resident of nearby Cheektowaga NY. I am running for President of the United States again as a member of the Democratic Party. (I skipped this.)

Jesus warned that when He returns the second time, people will be just as corrupt as in the days of Noah. At that time, God looked upon the face of the earth and saw that man’s every thought was continually evil. And He repented that He made man.

Alternate Sources of Energy—We are still an oil-burning nation that imports most of our petroleum from other countries. Much of the oil is used in running our automobiles. We should try to use alcohol to run our automobiles, then we would be dependent our American farmers to keep our cars going rather than oil from Middle East nations. I am also in favor using other alternative sources of energy, such as solar energy and wind energy.

Fair Trade—Just about everything we now buy comes with a label that says, "Made in China." If it isn’t made in China, it’s made in Mexico, or Pakistan, or some other country. We have a double standard in this country. We want our poorest citizens to have a decent wage, to find shelter, to cloth and feed their families, to keep warm in the winter, and to provide them decent medical assistance when they need it. So we have raised the minimum wage rate. Yet we have also eliminated the trade barriers which have allowed our factories to relocate to China, and produced cheap goods that are exported to the US virtually tax free—thus eliminating the very jobs our poorest citizens depend on.

Manned Missions to Mars—I am still as much in favor of manned missions to Mars as I was back in 2000. I am happy about the development of the Orion rocket which will not only take our astronauts back to the moon, but also to Mars. We need to stay ahead in technology as leader of the free world. One of the spinoffs of manned space exploration is the increase in medical technology, which I believe is very important.

To Ban Partial Birth Abortions—This is a horrible abortion procedure in which a later-term unborn baby is pushed out of its mother’s womb feet first. Its head is left inside the mother’s womb. Then the abortionist punctures a hole in the base of its skull and suctions out its brains. This recently became illegal in the United States. Yet there is a bill in Congress call the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA) which will undo the Partial Birth Abortion Ban Act, and it will make legal forever this and all other forms of abortion. We need to have respect of human life by outlawing all abortions. Doctors who were former abortionists tell us that the abortion industry is a lie—there is never a need to abort a child for the sake of the mother’s life or health.

If you feel as strongly on these issues as I do, please register to vote and vote for me. For more information on these and other subjects visit my web site at

After that, they started with the first of a series of questions, which was, "What is your view of where this country is currently headed?"

The next question was: "What is the reaction you are getting from voters as you are campaigning out on the streets?" My answer was:

The third question was: "Which of the former presidents, which are no longer living, would you most like to emulate, and why?" I replied:

The fourth question was: "The 2005 census report show that nearly 36 million citizens fall within the ranks of poverty in our country, while 16 million fall within the ranks of deep poverty. What would your administration do to address this issue?" My reply was:

The fifth question was: The Federal tax code is complex and, for many taxpayers, very difficult to understand. Some, though, believe that it includes elements to stimulate the economy. What is your view of the Federal tax code? The three Democrat candidates suggested doing away with income taxes and using sales taxes or value-added taxes. I said:

The sixth question was: "We are a nation of immigrants. Do you think illegal immigration is a problem. And if you do, what would you, as president, do about it in the first six months of your administration?" My reply was:

That was the end of the questioning of the Democratic candidates. The Republican candidates came up afterwards. Michael Chaney, at the beginning of the presentation, asked the Democrats that after they were finished, that they be seated in the chairs. We all did at first. Then one left. Then Caroline left. Henry Hewes and I were the only ones in the presentation chairs. I was really thirsty and was gulping down the water from my water bottle. One time it went down the wrong way and I was choking on it. I tried very hard not to cough out loud. I put my water bottle down on the next seat. However, it rolled off the chair and hit the floor with a bang. Another time, my mother called me on my cellular phone while one of the speakers was talking. I had kept it on because I use it for a watch. I told my mother, "Not now," and hung up the phone.

I thought those Republican speakers were really good. The guy with the white Beatle hair from Alabama, Cort, was the best. He spoke about suitcase bombs, which is the same thing I told Miss Wang.

After the presentation was over, I was interviewed by a lot more reporters who took lots of pictures of me. Miss Wang said my predictions were gloomy, but I told her there’s a happy ending—the Second Coming. There were two guys who interviewed me; I was suppose to repeat the question and then answer it. Michael Chaney was looking at me; I smiled at him; he kept looking at me; I later supposed that he didn’t like the face I made. The guy who rolled his eyes up perhaps from C-SPAN,. took pictures of me; I made another face at him and told him, "I’m the ugliest president in the history of the United States." The state secretary of state did me the honor of sitting next to me in the dinner room; we were eating, talking, and having our pictures taken. One reporter said I was like a Republican. Cort came over and said hello to me. A lady handed me a blue folder with an invitation to join the Democrat Candidates Debate for the Manchester Community Center. One of the managers for the TV station invited me to place an ad over the air; I put the papers he gave me in my blue folder. A guy from ABC network said hello to me and asked how the debate went. I said, "Good;" he wanted me to write down my name, phone number and web site on a piece of paper; instead, I gave him my business card. Nathan Thornburgh of Time dot com came to interview me; he said something about censure; so what else is new?

I left the station after 8PM. The snow had let up. I didn’t have a brush to brush the snow off my car, so I used my scarf. I backed straight out from my parking space until couldn’t go any farther. Then I pulled up and backed out again until I was in the clear. I got back to the motel around 8:30 PM. I tried calling my mother, but she was asleep. When I got into the motel, there were three gentlemen by the front desk in black suit coats. One of them asked me how the weather was. I told him it was still snowing lightly. I went upstair to my room; and then it hit me. I forgot my blue folder with the TV ad placement forms. I left them at the station.

I had a nice restful sleep, but I was still tired in the morning. Driving around in a strange city can make you tired. You have to look for every street. If you get lost, you have to check a map to find out where you are and where you want to go. I didn’t have a telephone book in my room, so I didn’t know where the library was nor some of the other places I wanted to go. I wanted to go to the mall so that I could buy more CDs for my CD player in my car. But a little voice in my head said, "no." Well, then maybe I’ll go to the library. Or maybe I’ll go to the mall. A little voice in my head said, "no." I wanted to go anyway because I wanted to see the people of New Hampshire and get a CD. A little voice in my head said, "You’ll regret it."

So I headed out to the mall against my better judgement or the voice of God or my imagination. The first thing that happened was that I missed my exit and continued on the Fredrick Evert Turnpike. I stopped at the toll gate and gave the white-haired blue-eyed lady a dollar. I was waiting for my change when the lady told me I gave her a dollar. Then I saw on the sign that the toll was a dollar. A DOLLAR?! A WHOLE DOLLAR??!! A WHOLE DOLLAR JUST FOR THAT SHORT LITTLE ROAD??!! A WHOLE DOLLAR?! The lady never looked at me. I got off at the next exit; but got back on going in the same direction. So I’m driving along, and I’m driving along. And I’m driving along, and I’m driving along. And I’m driving along, and I’m driving along. And I said to myself, "Where the hell’s the next exit—in Massachuetts?" I came to the next toll gate and asked the young short-haired blue-eyed young man for directions on how to get back to Manchester and the mall. While he was giving me directions, his eyes shifted to the left, then they shifted to the right, then they shifted to the left, then they shifted to the right, then they shifted to the left, and then they shifted to the right. I gave him one of my Vote For Michael Skok For President business cards. He tooked it, looked at it, nodded, and that was it. He never looked at me. At the last toll gate, the friendly brown-haired, blue-eyed young man said hello to me with a smile, took my money, and said thank you.

Yet, nobody looked at me. At home, when I walk through the mall, at least one or two people will look at my jacket. But at the Manchester mall, nobody looked at my jacket. Nobody looked at me. But I looked at them. They were almost all white. I only saw one black person in the crowd. And the only oriental people I saw were behind the counters at the Japanese and Chinese restaurants. This is a lot different from the Galleria Mall in Cheektowaga. There, about 10 or 20% of the people are black, and another 10 or 20% of the people are oriental. And the white people look a little different than the white people back home. It’s hard to tell in what way, but they just look a little bit different.

So I’m walking along, minding my own business. I went past two guys and a girl. The girl coughed. Another girl, who was limping along, was wearing a Dallas Cowboy jacket. I pretended to cry for a few seconds.

Then a young T-Mobile saleman tries to interest me in getting a free phone. It turns out to be a made in China phone. I told him it’s against my policy to buy anything made in China. He looked at his list and name several countries where his phones came from. He opened one cellular phone with the click of a button. I said, "That’s just like the one Captain Kirk has." One of them was from Hungary. I was excited. My mother is Hungarian. I asked what his nationality is. He said he’s French Canadian. I asked him if he was Canadian. He said no, he’s American. I asked if most of the people of New Hampshire were French. He said yes, they’re French. The Hungarian phone cost me $85. He had some other kind of device he wanted to sell me. But that, too, was made in China. He sold me a Mexican cellular phone holder. He wanted my driver’s license for identification. I give him that, and I also gave him one of my political cards. I told him China is trying to destroy us. He asked me if I really wanted to be president. I looked down and strugged my shoulders. Of course I want to be president, but I took the question as: Do you think you have all it takes to be president? And the answer to that is no. I wish I was younger, a better speaker, had more money. One of the three guys said, "I’ll vote for you." He hardly looked at me. There was a third guy who hardly, if ever, looked at me. When asked for the last four digits of my social security number, I struggled hard to remember. I didn’t realize how tired I was. Our business soon came to a conclusion. I took my bag with the Hungarian phone and said thank you.

Then I went to CVS drugstore to get myself a tooth brush and toothpaste. I went about minding my own business just like everyone else. I found a soft brush toothbrush that was made in the USA. I also got a tube of toothpaste. I almost committed petty larceny because I put the two items in the bag with my cellular phone. I took them out and paid for them at the counter. The young friendly man who was smiling at me was tall, with short dark hair and brown eyes.

Next, I needed to get something to eat, so I went to the food court. I ordered a chicken sandwich at McDonald’s. The The brown-eyed brown haired woman was smiling at me and asking me some questions. A young woman with light brown hair and brown eyes was standing next to her shifting her eyes from the left to the right and to the left and to the right; she never looked at me. Being exhausted, I had no idea what the first woman was talking about. I wanted a chicken sandwich. What’s the problem? Then I looked up at the menu and saw that there were two types of chicken sandwiches. I asked for number six. I took the chicken sandwich and a bottle of milk to one of the tables. While eating, I got some sauce on my cheek. I wiped it off with my finger. I had fogetten to get some napkins for myself. I got up with my bag with the Hungarian cellular phone and the toothpaste and tooth brush so that no one would take it. I felt foolish for doing that 15 minutes later. When I got back to my table, there were two young women sitting at the table next to mine with their backs to me. I didn’t know what to make of it.

On the way back through the mall, I passed the T-Mobile booth. There was a young woman with long straight brown hair sitting on the counter with her back towards me. The guy who sold me the Hungarian phone kept the side of his face towards me and did not look at me. I took both these two poses as bad signs. I went to the parking lot and was looking around for my car. I finally found it with the engine running. The door was unlocked, too. I want to thank the honest people of New Hampshire for not stealing my brand new 2007 Mercury Milan automobile. I hate to think what my folks would say if I had lost it. They probably would have told me not to come home until I found the car.

Still wishing to buy a CD record album, from the mall I went to WalMart. After finding a parking space, I made sure I had the keys with me. I went into the store and came near where there were videos CDs. I couldn’t find any audio CDs. One young woman was standing next to me with her side towards me, smiling but not looking at me. I didn’t know what to make of it. I am pretty defensive myself. I don’t want to get into any kind of trouble with the law. As I was walking towards the exit, a tall white-haired, blue-eyed man who was standing nearby and grumbled something at me. I didn’t know what he said. I said hi to him. He just stood there with his eyes moving around, not looking at me. So I continued on my way to the exit. Then a girl who was with two guys (she may have been the same girl with the 2 guys at the mall) coughed as she went by. I "coughed" back at her. Following the three of them outside, one of the guys lowered his head to the ground and spat. I went out to the parking lot looking for my car. I had my keys with me, but now I couldn’t find my car. By accident, I came upon the three young people, one of whom had spat on the ground. It was an unintentional confrontation. With his brown eyes, the spitter stared at me eyeball to eyeball. He won the staredown because I didn’t come to New Hampshire to fight. I went on, found the car, and drove to the Econo lodge.

Coming into the lobby of the Econo Lodge, I bought a copy of the New Hampshire Union Leader from the machine. A young pretty blue-eyed blond girl smiled at me for a few seconds. I went upstairs to my room to read the paper. I wanted to see what, if anything, they had to say about me. I was amazed that they actually mentioned my name in the article they wrote about the Lesser Candidate Forum. But they didn’t write much. All they wrote about me was that I said that the country is losing its moral compass. "We are fast becoming a Godless nation," they quoted me.

It was around that time when I realized just what I was putting up with--the New England shell. I now knew what it was. It is shyness and no eye contact. Most public relations / customer service people don’t have the New England shell, otherwise they wouldn’t be public relations / customer service people. But many of them have the New England shell in some degree or another. The girl at the lodge when I first came into New Hampshire to ask directions was friendly, and she smiled at me and talked to me. But when I told her I was one of the candidates, she went back into her shell. She didn’t look at me and she didn’t talk to me. The white-haired, blue-eyed lady toll collector talked to me, but made no eye contact. The short-haired, blue-eyed young man toll collector who was giving me directions, talked to me, but was shifting his eyes left and right and made no eye contact. The second and third salemen at T-Mobile made no eye contact with me. The young woman at McDonald’s with the brown eyes and light brown hair shifted her eyes from left to right and was unable to make eye contact with me. New Englanders are able to leave their shell when they get nasty. The young blue-eyed blond-haired woman driver who honked her horn at me when I was driving to the mall smiled at me because she was nasty. The young man, the spitter, with the short brown hair and brown eyes confronted me eyeball to eyeball because he was ready to do battle with me. He was being nasty. When it comes to women and girls, there isn’t that much difference between those in New England and those in Western New York Both are simply defensive and/or uninterested.