On the bleak and lonely windswept plains of Salisbury, Maryland in the vale of County Wicomico, Seejay Gupta, or rather Charles Jannace, an illegal immigrant from India set his foot down followed by a strong aroma of Cumin and Turmeric spices.

Owning a Quicky-Mart was first on Seejay's mind as he gazed about the Wicomico wasteland of little community value, but there were other and greater things on his mind. With wife and son at his side he decided to make a stand—learn English and make the community a better place through proper governance.

Against insurmountable odds, namely that of a two political party only system of government, the little illegal immigrant from India decided to run as an Independent and as a "write-in" candidate for the newly established Wicomico County Executive position of year 2006.

Despite knowing very little English and harassed and denounced by newspapers and politicians for his subversive ideas, Seejay pieced together an intelligent workable plan of governance, the 6 Plank Platform, where his political opponents had no plan of any workability.

Shunned from speaking at soapbox venues boasting of democratic equality, his greatest embarrassment from the community's hypocrisy came during the PACE debates, an aggrandized forum for democratic political debate sponsored by Salisbury University.

It was here that PACE co-founder, political philosophy professor and democratic idealist Dr. Francis Kane evicted Seejay from the premises with a brass knuckled hay-maker punch, tatooing Seejay's forehead with the bloody imprint "Justice for All," followed by a resounding thwack on the back with Aristotle's Politics.

Then, while Seejay was herded together outside with the rest of the riff-raff and minorities excluded from the PACE debates, he was struck full force in the face with the Papers of Thomas Jefferson and The Entire Collected Works of the Stoics, impairing Seejay in one eye and splitting his lip. Before lapsing into unconsciousness his last clear observation was seeing the good doctor of democracy Dr. Francis Kane at the end of a throwing motion. 

Though setbacks abounded for the little illegal immigrant from India, it is a calm and resourceful mind that must deliberate on politics for the public good, and delinquent children would gather in front of Seejay's Quicky-Mart storefront window on Main Street, Salisbury in the early morning to see him cogitate, meditate, mull, and ruminate on greater political things.

Especially delightful for the children was to see him methodically stroke his handlebar mustache while pondering, the pointed ends of which he would wax at precisely 7:30 A.M. each weekday.

It was not enough. A fat man from Fruitland, MD, Rick Pollitt, who cared little for fruit and more for powdered doughnuts, bulled his way into the political arena with empty promises and heavy puffs of subsidized confectioner's sugar. The simple Wicomicountian folk, being themselves morbidly obese and fond of diabetes, had much in common with Pollitt's hyperglycemic girth.

Thus, the 20 percent of Wicomicountians who dared raise their lips from their morning Froot Loops and their eyes from the evening Ball Game to make it to the voting booth voted in majority for Pollitt, their likeness.

It was a lowbrow powdered doughnut and Scrapple eating contest instead of a voting opportunity, plain and simple. When the subsidized confectioner's sugar dust settled and the all you can eat Scrapple trough ran low, the people gazed up at a lone figure, Seejay, with a Dry Erase Board in one hand and a Dry Erase Marker in the other. The furious scribbling of intelligent governing principles seen on the Dry Erase Board in the form of a 6 Plank Platform did not sway the Wicomicountians at the trough.

There Seejay stood, proudly and slightly astonished, with handlebar mustache sharply tipped and neatly waxed.

"I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

A hush grew over the crowd. Seejay went on, "I, uh, I h-have things to do."

He fumbled a bit with his hands, dropped the Dry Erase Board and Marker and reached into his pocket whispering to himself, "I’ve put this off for far too long."

Seejay addressed the crowd, "I regret to announce this is the end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye."

Within his pocket he grasped and put on a rare ring, a Ring of Invisibility, and Whoosh! Seejay disappeared from existence.

"Oooh!" the crowd gasped.

Seejay Gupta was never seen or heard from again.

*Author's note: Seejay Gupta's 6 Plank Platform is preserved here for posterior's sake.