"Thank goodness you're here, Non-Ideological Institutionalist Man! Dr. Evil tied me to the railroad tracks! And there's a train coming!"
"Lois! That rope looks like it's chafing your neck! Here - let me move it off your face and onto your neck."
"But Non-Ideological Institutionalist Man! Aren't you going to un-tie me?"
"That's simply not possible right now, Lois. But I know Dr. Evil. We went to Harvard together. He's not a bad guy. I'm sure he wants you to be comfortable while you are waiting for the train. The important thing is to keep the trains running."
"What?! The important thing is to get me off the tracks!"
"Ah, Lois. It must be nice to take such purist positions. Then you can just sit back and wait for trains. Other people, like me, have to deal with the Fierce Urgency of Now, however. Hmm. I'll bet I could get Dr. Evil to trade that thick manila rope for something made out of silk. Maybe even something with a tassle..."
"Non-Ideological Institutionalist Man! Untie me! The train's coming!"
"Do you like pink? Some pink drapery cord might do just the trick..."
"The train is coming, Non-Ideological Institutionalist Man! Don't just stand there! Do something!"
"You're right, Lois. I'd better get off these tracks to preserve my viability for 2012. Good-bye, Lois. I'll send somebody over with that new rope. They should get here by 2014."
"Oh, Non-Ideological Institutionalist Man! How can I ever repay you?"
"Well, going door to door with leaflets in the next election would be nice. We'll need people to work the phonebanks, of course. And cash donations are always welcome. 5, 10, 20 dollars, whatever you can afford. Remember: we are the ones we've been waiting for!"
The train: "Toot! Toot!"