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.