The President returned to the White House at 4:40 P.M. after traveling to Detroit to visit both a GM and Chrysler plant. His day trips were tiring. He’s up early, then its go-go-go all day, smiling, shaking hands and more smiling, a speech here, a speech there. The salvaging of the union controlled auto industry for practical reasons was a waste of time and money that most economists knew, but if you were a socialist it made perfect sense. Of course, if you had a couple million union votes on the line, it would be important for your political longevity. Anyway it wasn’t his money that propped up these dying rusty dinosaurs; it was the distracted American taxpayers who were too busy working to save what was left of their homes and lives. The foreign auto makers who set up shop in right-to-work states in the south were kicking the UAW’s ass in quality, production and profitability. The President was now doing everything in his power to take them over, but there were still some laws left out there that could stop him, for now.
Michelle was running around getting ready for her trip to Spain while he popped a beer, loosened his tie and flopped into a wingback chair that must have been ten times older than him. He kept thinking back to his conversation with General Petraeus just after he was elected, back in Iraq, in the Green Zone and how he flat out read him the riot act. He thought how he chewed him up and spit him out like an old piece of gum. His ego never got over that moment and he swore he’d get even with him for exposing his many weak sides. The General was intelligent and a real strategist who could play the game with the best of them and the President found out the hard way that he wasn’t one of them. The inexperienced young President actually thought he could walk into a theater of war and tell the Generals what to do, big mistake.
The President knew that by sending Petraeus to command the Afghan War it got him out of the political scene and put him in harm’s way. In the meantime he kept his fingers crossed for that day when the General came back in a body bag. The President knew that the U.S. Military was the only thing between him and his goal of complete control of the country. They trumped him at every turn and what really drove the President crazy was the way the Joint Chiefs treated him. It was like he was a child who was too inexperienced to understand. “Listen to us, we know better. You just keep quiet and sit in your corner while we run things.”
The problem now was that the President's handlers had calculated that he would be more in control of his military at this point. It was imperative that he gain that control of them before the last phase of the plan was implemented as the 546th day of the Obama Presidency belched from a stale beer.