The candidate, sporting bushy, graying muttonchop sideburns, navel-baring shirts and a gold cross, stumps the land in a bubble-domed mobile home. He is known for driving sports cars, squiring starlets and playing tennis. His oratory is lackluster, but he compensates with charisma and charm. And though Carlos Saul Menem may give uninspired speeches, people listen when he delivers his trademark finish. "Follow me!" he shouts. "For the hunger of the poor children, for the sadness of the rich children, follow me!" By now the crowds are roaring. "I'm not going to deceive you," he concludes. "Follow me!"
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