Nearly half of the guests in the White House dining room this evening, where the President celebrated the beginning of Ramadan, the holy period for Muslims, were either on the no-fly list or associated with many on the list. Many of the Secret Service on duty at the event felt that terrorist feeling creeping through the room as the once sanitary White House now seemed soiled. The President used this evening’s event to announce to the world his support of the Ground Zero Mosque. Not seconds after his utterance of this support, the world knew. He had been advised by the known socialist David Axelrod, his lead advisor, not to make any comments relating to the mosque, but the President’s deep seated feelings towards Islam forced him to make his declaration. His heart was filled with Islam tonight, now that he had come out on the side of the Muslim world’s effort to plant its victory flag over the scene of the murders of nearly three thousand souls at the bottom of Manhattan.
The President thought his feelings must be like a homosexual declaring to the world that he was gay, he knew the feeling. He finally felt liberated and unshackled by his declaration. He knew that there was so much out in the public domain about his suspected Muslim belief it would be no surprise to the world or Americans that he was indeed a card carrying Muslim.
He glanced around the room at all of the friends and supporters who helped put him into the White House. He couldn’t help but think of Michelle, the first lady, and how she slipped up by mentioning “for the first time in my adult lifetime I’m really proud of my country.” It was how he now felt being with his people and praying together.
Axelrod, being a political genius from the Left, knew it was a mistake the President would pay for in his polls. After all it was Friday the thirteenth, he couldn’t have picked a better day to destroy his political career, he thought. David realized now that this President wanted to leave a festering scar on America a mile wide. The President now knew he would only serve one term and had condemned his supporters and congress to the same fate. They would all go down together scratching and crawling like rats on a sinking ship. Axelrod now looked at his President in a different light. It was as though he was a suicide bomber with twenty pounds of C-4 strapped to his body and he was headed for his seventy-two virgins in the sky as the 560th day of the Obama Presidency kept repeating to himself Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar.