--Thomas Jefferson, the real and original T.J., is resurrected thru half the technology of Jurassic Park and half the technology dreamed up in an opium den dream depending on this next phone call . . . ahem . . . T.J. Is brought back by a corporation just unveiling this new technology a month before President's Day; he is greeted by his biggest fan and scholarly authority (a bald guy type like the guy in My Dinner With Andre--the one who was not Louie Malle), and his student's choice of the first face T.J. should see: Iman. (cue opening credits) T.J. Is brought with much fanfare to the neo D.C., greets present politicians and makes the requisite diplomatic offer from the Capitol's podium floor: "And let us retire, my enigmatic fellow statesmen, to puff on the magic marijuana leaf and discuss these matters . . . " from there his initial wonder at being reignited begins to tumble--on the way to his hotel from the Capitol he is lost in the bad part (any parts of 3/4ths) of DC and comes close to danger--he is crestfallen by what he sees. Mopes in his hotel room surrounded by books tended to by Dinner w/Andre guy who was not Louie Malle. Disappears. Road trips across America (then the world), and has adventures--with Phish, and raves, and Burning Man! and more . . . but investigates the farms and shelters and factories and newspapers and people. Incognito--Thomas Jefferson riding the Greyhound in shades and fedora. Kruder & Dorfmeister on the plastic fantastic. He eventually goes straight to the door of Noam Chomsky, and Thomas Jefferson's fog clears: he decides to run for President. Noam agrees to be his campaign manager. They then enlist Howard Zinn and Michael Parenti and Barbara Eihrenheich (msp?) and Michael Moore and Nader, too w/Warren Beatty and other Hollywood spiritual bruthas and sistas using their magic on the publicity front--and the campaign was brilliant. But the military/industrial complex raised more money and the Republican won. Thomas Jefferson is furious. He then goes to that old machine that brought him back and gets out Benjamin Franklin and other old cohorts with the memories of the French and American revolutions still quivering fresh on their minds. They storm the Capitol and take it. Thomas Jefferson plunges a sword straight through the breastplate of Jesse Helms while George Washington smashes Slade Gorton in the mouth with a truncheon. Then a little white finely coifed poodle with a pink ribbon on its head comes in and barks and they all stop and look at the dog, look at each other, and laugh. The End.