Obama - Spy, What Spy? - 1:22 P.M. Monday August 30th 2010
The events or should we say self-inflicted events over the past two weeks appeared to be taking its toll on him. His vacations were now looking like he was running away from his problems. He looked and acted clueless as to how to solve them, and his advisors were fresh out of ideas since they were from the book of lazy economics of spend, spend, spend. Jobs, stock market, housing, excessive government spending, taxes and on and on the pile grew as he looked like he was running harder and faster away from it all. Well, that’s how it looked to everyone on the outside, but that was the plan, to dismantle the magnificent engine that had driven capitalism for two hundred years and the President was doing a masterful job of doing just that.
Jimmy Jackson was now back in D.C. and on leave for five days from guarding the President. He still had Dave’s card and was fingering it and thinking, should I call him, should I tell him? Knowing that if he collaborated with the C.I.A. there’d be hell to pay, for sure. But what Jimmy had seen and experienced guarding this President bothered him immensely. Jimmy was an American through and through and what he saw was not American as he dialed his cell phone and called Dave. Dave picked up on the run, literally. He was jogging along the Potomac and the phone nearly slipped out of his sweaty hand as he answered Jimmy’s call.
Not much was said but arrangements were made. They both knew that any kind of contact between them would look like the Agency was spying on the President, which it was, as the 577th day of the Obama Presidency had a long talk with the mother-in-law.