Friday, July 2, 2010

11:00 A.M. Friday July 2nd 2010 - Obama's Real Fear - Michelle


As the elitist members of the Democrat Party gathered to bury the longest serving racist in the U.S. Senate, Robert Byrd (D), the President was still fuming over his earlier phone call with Jeff Immelt. It seems that Immelt, while on vacation in Italy, made the mistake of disrespecting his handler, Obama, by resurrecting the President's humiliating weekend with the G-8. Immelt made a point of praising Angela Merkel, Germany’s chancellor, for her defense of German industry. Merkel’s efforts are to cut government spending and force the rest of the EU to do likewise. But Immelt didn’t stop there. He went on to say that “we have to become an industrial powerhouse again but you don’t do this when government and entrepreneurs are not in sync.” Immelt was clearly severing his close relationship with Obama with these coarse comments about his leader and his policies. Immelt knew that with the help of the fed and his ability to play the float as a bank GE would survive this downturn with or without Obama. Two years ago though, it was a different story for GE, for it was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Obama thought to himself, as former President Bill Clinton eulogized at the pulpit, he would cut all government contracts from GE as a warning to anyone who stepped out of line. Clinton glanced down at the current President sitting without his wife Michelle, who was back in D.C. sticking more needles into her voodoo doll of Senator Byrd. She pulled no punches when it came to her hatred for Byrd who voted against the Civil Rights Bill and every black that tried to become a Supreme Court Justice. After spending her entire life attending Reverend Wrights church Byrd was one of many on her hit list.
As America’s royalty returned to its den of iniquity, D.C., the President was finally starting to put together the importance of the Russian spy bust that happened earlier in the week. Apart from the fact that these spies attempted to influence government policy, he kept wondering why now? While at 10,000 feet over western Maryland it came to him. It’s about immigration, he screamed to himself. Those son-of-a-bitches are using this bust to illustrate the dangers of legalizing the many unknown aliens already here in the U.S. They’ll use this as another reason for denying a vote for comprehensive immigration reform, amnesty.
Bill Clinton accompanied the President back from West Virginia. The former President was definitely on Obama’s shit list after some of the things he had said earlier in the week. While the two kept the conversation friendly, Bill kept slapping at his neck, as though he was being bit by a bug or something. Time and again in the middle of a sentence Obama could hear the slap of his open hand hitting his neck. It was now getting red with the constant hitting. Barack asked Bill what was wrong with his neck. Bill said, “I don’t know what’s going on. I’m getting this sharp pain in the side of my neck, like a sting. “Maybe you should have a doctor take a look at it when we get back,” the President said, with a further offer to have his staff doctor take a look. “No, I’ll just see how it is tomorrow. We’ve got Chelsea’s wedding this weekend and I've got to be looking good. Your day will come soon enough Barack,” as the former President took another swipe at his neck, this time actually knocking himself out with a surprise to all seated around him. “Quick, Bill just knocked himself out. My God I’ve never seen anything like it,” the President exclaimed in horror. “He hit himself so hard he keeled over like a Kewpie doll.” As the group revived the former President the current President wondered..........
Now, back at the White House, Michelle was feeling better about her day as she placed two Voodoo dolls of Bill Clinton and Robert Byrd in a chest of drawers with the rest of her collection. As she glanced down at the pin's stuck in Byrd’s head and Bill Clinton’s neck she laughed devilishly as the 518th day of the Obama Presidency needled on.

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