The President was pleased with his orchestrated and deliberate attacks on CEO Hayward of BP. Hayward’s day of yachting on Saturday made his golfing look like kids' stuff. Rahm’s people won’t let up until that arrogant bastard resigns. They’re doing a hell of a job, he thought, but not enough to take the major heat off, as the oil oozed into the Gulf for the 62nd day. The President enjoyed the morning with his girls and spent the balance of his Father’s Day behind closed doors in the White House.
As the 18 ship flotilla slid through the canal headed for the Red Sea, Captain Shelanski of the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Harry Truman opened his sealed orders as directed by the Pentagon. He already knew what he was about to read. The 30 Israeli air traffic controllers and support personnel sailing along with him were a telltale sign of what he was to do. The irony of all of this was that he was Jewish and a strong supporter of Israel. He felt great pride in knowing that he would be a part of the most ambitious assault on Israel’s enemies in decades. After reading his orders and ordering a staff meeting to share the news, this mild mannered 5’7” Captain ducked into his cabin for a prayer.
Defense Secretary Gates finished up his Fox News interview and proceeded to the White House to review the military's Middle East policy with the President along with other high ranking defense department types.
“Are we really going to do this?” the President in an irritated voice shouted out. As the 23 military and civilian personnel around the giant table looked up in astonishment at his remark, the double doors to the conference room opened allowing Secretary Gates to enter the now engaged room. “Did I miss something?” Gates asked. As the eyeballs darted around the room it was pretty obvious there was tension in the air. Gates thought to himself, it looks like it’s going to be one of those meetings, again. He thought, why can’t these lefties get it straight? We run the military not them.
As Secretary Gates proceeded to deliver the game plan, the President’s demeanor became more antagonistic and downright hostile. The President knew, this plan was going to mess up his entire agenda if it worked. Years of preparation and trillions lost if he allowed it to happen. He just didn’t know if he had the bench to derail this ambitious plan jammed down his throat by his top brass. His top brass, he thought, yeah right, sarcastically.
After two frustrating hours the President exited the steamy conference room and headed in the opposite direction from the rest of the pack, literally and figuratively. His very short Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel ran up behind him and attempted to get his ear. As the President slid sideways in a downward motion to allow this pigmy to communicate, he whispered “Sir the Israeli ambassador to the U.N. resigned last night. You know what that means, right?” “No Rahmmm…… what the fuck does that mean?” he quipped. “War is near” Rahm said while coming off his tippy toes. The president had always suspected Rahm of being Mousad and that last trip he made to Israel nearly convinced him as the 506th day of the Obama Presidency dragged on.