Obama – Now a National Security Risk – 5:38 P.M. Friday October 15^th 2010

Dave had so many irons in the fire it was maddening. He now had fifty suitcase nukes in the U.S. that he had to find or thousands would die. He had GPS-bugged prayer rugs flying all over the place like it was Halloween and let’s not forget about the President who now was considered a national security risk by the upper echelons of both the Defense Department and the C.I.A.


He also had Operation: Alice in Wonderland which was the ongoing venture to contain Iran with internal sabotage and political dirty tricks. Oh and yes, several dozen naval ships patrolling off the southern coast of this thorn in the side of the Western World. Dave would love to unleash that firepower on the Mulas in Tehran and end this bullshit game of diplomatic niceties. The weaponry on the U.S.S Harry Truman alone could level the entire city of Tehran and the stealthy nuclear sub that patrolled nearby had enough nuclear megatons to destroy every major city in the country.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t that easy to just press buttons and poof the problem is solved. He knew that type of solution, these days, against Muslims would only cause more of a mess, but he loved to fantasize about it anyway. It made him feel better just knowing that he could.

The best way to describe the Iranian situation was that it was like a killing cancerous tumor living in a host that the host wanted out as soon as possible, but didn’t have the means or the will to do so. So, it was up to guys like Dave to do the work that the people of Iran didn’t have the guts to do. One wondered if they were even worth all the trouble. One thing he did know, many of those innocent civilians who refused to stand up for their rights would eventually die for the sins of their religious leaders as the 623rd day of the Obama Presidency kept leaking information to the enemy.

Obama – The American Nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue - 1:35 P.M. Thursday October 14^th 2010

The President felt pretty good this afternoon knowing that many of his handlers slash spies from the DNC were now gone or well on their way. He could now govern the way he felt he should. The method of governing that felt comfortable to him was not new in politics. Many had tried it and many had failed, but many had succeeded and were credited for murdering millions in their attempt to feed the ego that controlled them. After all, being right was a matter of who was left standing to oppose you, and this President knew that many would have to fall to prove his superior ways.


He knew deep inside himself that he would do anything not to end up like his defeated alcoholic father. Lying dead in the hot African sun of a third world country with flies already laying their larva in his wounds was not going to happen to him. But to lose his fight to radically change the American landscape now, just could send him into a spiral similar to his father’s and lead him to a similar demise. He would savagely resist any attempt of that happening. In other words, he wasn’t going to go away quietly.

He knew that the passion that drove his father was driving him, it was identical and it was merciless and relentless in its never ending presence. It dominated every aspect of his life like radar controlling a ship at sea and he knew he couldn’t run from it. It was who he was and he knew he’d have to let it play out, no matter the consequence.

Dictatorial power was the ultimate rush for this kind of man who craved its special high. He was now the leader of the free world and in his mind his aura had cast its spell on the hypnotized masses. The American people had given him the power to control them. Well, it was of course his perception that they did, but that was all that mattered, since it was always about him as the 622nd day of the Obama Presidency prepared the American nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Obama – Another Agenda? - 2:22 P.M. Wednesday October 13^th 2010

The President was literally on his own politically as the best of the Democrat party’s strategists dropped like flies around him. The people that could give his Presidency longevity were doing everything they could to abandon his reckless policies and outright refusal to listen to them. From time to time many of them would huddle in Washington watering holes wondering why the President was so steadfast on ignoring perfectly good political advice. They thought maybe there was another agenda of this President, other than the Party’s? The Party for obvious reasons had assigned many of these strategists to the President for his use, and also to allow feedback to the Party on his policy decision making which otherwise could go unbridled. They didn’t want a rogue President going wild in a dictatorial way, that wasn’t American. Ignoring the Party was a no-no and it seemed that this President was doing just that. The Party didn’t like surprises and it appeared that this President was about to give them several as Election Day approached.


The skeleton crew that was the remnants of the original group helping direct the President was doing its best to manage the ensuing electoral disaster that would destroy years of Democrat planning. It was as though an entire political party had sacrificed itself for an unworkable mess of a health care-tax bill the vast majority of Americans didn’t want. Many of these strategists were now wondering if it was all worth it. What lingered with all of them now was what if there was another agenda they weren’t aware of and if so, what was it?

The thought that Rush Limbaugh was right all along in saying that their boss’s plan was to destroy our great nation, sent shivers up their spines as the 621st day of the Obama Presidency kept campaigning on the failures of his so called accomplishments.

Obama – Dinner With The C.I.A. - 7:00 P.M. Tuesday October 12^th 2010

Dave Simon of the C.I.A. and Jimmy Jackson of the Secret Service met for dinner in the center of Georgetown at a small Italian restaurant that was frequented by just about nobody and that was the idea. The food was terrible and the service was worse, but it was all about not being noticed and Dave was an old hand at that. Dave had just received word that the lead inspector for the Mexican government that was handling the Hartley killing down on the Mexican border was found decapitated in a small field not far from the lake where David Hartley was last seen jet skiing with his wife.


Dave knew that the Mexican mob was now using al-Quaeda terror tactics to intimidate everyone on that side of the border and it was working. The ferocity of their defense of this border territory was telling of their future plans for a move into U.S. border states such as Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. But it wasn’t the mob that Dave was so concerned with, it was the items found scattered from south-central Texas to Arizona that had originated from Asia, specifically Iran, Pakistan and Yemen that was worrying him. This information was being kept quiet for fear of panic in the region. Things like Iranian issued military equipment such as belts and firearms’ all just lying on the dessert floor, dropped by this new type of invader who intended to destroy America.

Dave did something he normally did do and that was to share this information with Jimmy. It was all meant to bring him into his confidence and to point out to him that there was a connection between the President and what was happening at the border. He had to completely convince him that his spying, for lack of a better word was critical to national security. Since Jimmy and the President were of the same color Jimmy did feel a kinship and pride towards him at first, until he started noticing the Presidents strange behavior and the individuals that visited him in the middle of the night.

Over a perfectly disgusting dish of pasta and meatballs that was worse than canned Chef Boyardee, Dave laid out al-Queada-Iran’s plans to invade the U.S. with suitcase nuclear devices as the 620th day of the Obama Presidency was overwhelmed with problems.

Obama – Vice President Bite-Me - It’s Time To Go - Monday October 11^th 2010

While the President quickly slipped out of town in the late afternoon, installers mounted the fourth presidential flat screen TV in the Oval Office. The President headed for a Miami gathering of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee were he faced-off with many from the Jewish community. They weren’t particularly happy with him but paid the admission fee just the same to get their two cents in before he headed back to D.C.


Meanwhile, back at the Vice Presidential Mansion, Vice President Bite-Me was taking the afternoon off to figure out how to work his new electronic gadget, his first cell phone. He took out the instructions and started to read. It was quiet in the basement of the nearly two hundred year old home, specially remodeled and available for every VP for the past thirty years. He was now into his second hour trying to get the phone to work and his nerves were frayed. As he recklessly fumbled with the keys he became his typical frustrated self and picked up an ice pick sitting on the workbench in front of him. Sweat was pouring down his red face as he lifted the ice pick above his head for a final deathblow to the perfectly good phone.

It was no wonder that unemployment was so high and with no end in sight since this mental midget was in charge of creating new jobs in the country. As his sweaty hand came down with the ice pick, the phone rang to his surprise. His hand holding the phone jerked as the ice pick came down penetrating his outer index finger and pinning his left hand to the top of the workbench. Bite-Me let out a blood curdling scream that could be heard upstairs where his Secret Service guards were having coffee.

He quickly let go of the pick and pressed the on button to the phone. His left hand was now pinned to the workbench with the phone now lying on the bench. With his right hand he picked it up and heard the muffled voice of the President on the other end calling from Miami saying “Joe, Joe, are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m okay but I’m a bit pinned down at the moment. Can I call you back in a few?”

By this time the three guards had come to his side and quickly pulled the ice pick from his bloody hand as the 619th day of the Obama Presidency thought maybe it was time for Joe to go.

Obama – Is That All You Got? – 9:23 A.M. Sunday October 10^th 2010

As David Axelrod faced the nation on “Face the Nation,” Bob Schieffer’s Sunday news show, the President cringed in horror as Bob the veteran liberal newsman sent a zinger that was felt all the way back to the Oval Office. The President was watching on his third flat screen TV which was about to meet its end similar to the other two.


Bob’s response to Axelrod’s attack on the cherished pro-business U.S. Chamber of Commerce for allegedly using foreign donations to influence the midterm elections was, “Is that all you got?” Bob’s short quip rang across the country like the shot heard around the world, while David quickly tried to recover from Bob’s verbal putdown of the Obama administration.

If the President felt alone before, he felt deserted now. Thoughts flashed through his mind, could it be that this was the beginning of the end of his love affair with the mainstream media? Was Schieffer put out there to do a professional hatchet job on his last man standing? These were all questions that at this point had no answers, but he was going to get to the bottom of it. He knew that without the media his chances of getting reelected were out of the question. He knew that this would leave the slot open for that bitch Hillary, as he flung a crystal globe that sat on his desk at the TV, smash. Oops, there went TV number three.

After the interview David limped out of the studio mortally wounded and realized that maybe it was time for him to go like Rahm. His effectiveness had been diminished along with the popularity of the President and his Leftist congress as the 618th day of the Obama Presidency tiptoed around the glass all over the floor.

Obama – Shh Don’t Tell Anyone - 11:50 A.M. Saturday October 9^th 2010

The President bent over and placed the little white ball on a tee for the 919th time during his presidency. At this point in the congressional election season he was just going through the motions while most in his party were sinking like rocks. The President lined up his shot and swung with perfect accuracy sending the ball straight down the fairway, leaving him halfway to the green. It was a crisp day with a light breeze and the trees were starting to show signs of the season with a broad array of colors. David Axelrod was now his lead dog for political strategy. This fat-ass liberal Jew from Chicago who couldn’t swing a flyswatter without going into cardiac arrest sat next to the president in the regal golf cart. Three other carts were following, all filled with Secret Service men, including Jimmy who was still reporting back to Dave at the C.I.A. on every move the President made.


Axelrod and the President had a lot to talk about since they were now running out of political options for attacking the Right. Axelrod was expected to set the agenda tomorrow, Sunday, on the regular mainstream media news programs and they both had to be on the same page. It was agreed that they needed to change the topic now running in the news from a lack of jobs to unsubstantiated charges against the U.S. Chamber of Commerce accepting foreign monies. Axelrod in his typical sloppy way was winging it with this one, but the President couldn't care less as long as they changed the subject and rallied his base to at least get out and vote.

Apathy had spread through his legions of followers like the Black Plague, and there were bodies piled everywhere. Polls now had the President in the upper thirties and he was approaching an area of disapproval that no man or woman had ever recovered from as the 617th day of the Obama Presidency shanked his next shot right into a sand trap full of Patriots.

Obama – Super Fly – 9:45 A.M. Friday October 8^th 2010

The President couldn’t wait to get out of the private quarters of the White House where Michelle was throwing two hundred year old vases at him again with big league accuracy. As all of America knew, she had a much better throwing style then he, and scored twice while the door slammed with fragments of porcelain scattered all over the floor. She wanted out and she wanted out now which made home life for the leader of the free world like hell.


He wasn’t excited about this meeting with David Axelrod and his personal stylist, but he entertained their request. The small man that made the President look good slipped off the President's suit jacket. He turned to his large case full of garments sized perfectly for the President and appeared to scratch his head. You see, most Democrat presidents in recent history have had a fashion statement that they started. When Kennedy was in office, it was the white turtleneck with a tux. Johnson had his big Texas style hat and Jimmy Carter; well Jimmy had his sweater vest with blue jeans that he wore quite often in the Oval Office. Finally, Billy Boy Clinton was credited for reintroducing the polka dot tie.

Unfortunately, for the fashionistas on the left, this president had left them rudderless, while wandering aimlessly in a sea of fads. After a few more moments the expert pulled out a three piece suit, vest and all. The president quickly slipped on the suit behind a portable divider and stepped out with a big smile on his face. It felt good, he felt good and he thought he looked good, but a grim look came over David, the supposed marketing expert. At first glance, which David always used as a key indicator, he saw an African blood-diamond merchant in the heart of London and all he needed now was a case full of diamonds handcuffed to his wrist and case handle.

David couldn’t tell the President what he really thought, but he still felt it, while he instructed the little man to try something else as the 616th day of the Obama Presidency looked over the assorted Super Fly suits with great interest.

Obama - The Blood of David Hartley is on Your Hands Mr. President –  12:23 P.M. Thursday October 7^th 2010

While the President was yukking it up with some political friends at lunch in the White House, Tiffany Hartley was frantically attempting to get her nearly headless husband David, onto her Jet Ski. Their seemingly harmless day on a Texas lake that bordered with Mexico would be a big mistake. It appeared that Juan Pedro Saldivar Farias and his brother Jose Manuel ran the lake like it was their own for drug trafficking into the United States and killed David with several volleys of gunfire from their automatic rifles.


As Tiffany sadly abandoned her attempt to lug David’s lifeless body, nearly twice her weight onto her ski, she pushed the throttle to full speed and headed back to the beach where her car sat waiting. Shots rang over her head, all the while tears rolled down her cheeks from knowing that she had left the love of her life for the last time. Minutes later Tiffany ran her bullet riddled Jet Ski straight onto the beach, not letting up on the throttle, tumbling head over heels on impact.

While all of this was going on Eric Holder, the President’s Attorney General, had just laid the groundwork for Central and South American countries to file lawsuits against the State of Arizona. This embattled border state was only attempting to protect the citizens of their state by cracking down on illegals committing crimes. Yet the Obama Administration was doing everything possible to stop them.

Tiffany didn’t know Eric Holder, nor did she know President Obama but the blood of her husband was seemingly now on their hands for not protecting him nor future Americans who would be caught in similar circumstances. The safety for all Americans was now being questioned by those that were paying attention. Would the government that was set up to protect its citizens, protect them? That was the frightening new reality for all to contemplate.

Meanwhile just outside the beltway the President told a few jokes to a crowd of college students at a political rally in Bowie Maryland. He didn’t know David and frankly didn’t care. He knew there would eventually be many more causalities regarding his new policy of an open border with Mexico. The President knew that the turmoil that loomed just on the other side of the border would soon spread into American cities and states on the border, for that was all part of the plan as the 615th day of the Obama Presidency was distracted by a heckler yelling “liar, liar.”

Obama – The Pelosi Factor – 2:23 P.M. Wednesday October 6^th 2010

The more Nancy Pelosi, the Speaker of the House opened her mouth, the more the American people realized she was as crazy as a loon. Her demeanor and sentence content when speaking led one to wonder which prescription drug she was on. Most wished it was Thorazine which would totally disable her mouth, but whatever it was she was taking, it was costing the American taxpayer dearly. She was now on her way out and she knew it. The polls now rated her the most hated women in America, and rightfully so. For being the first woman serving as Speaker she would go down in history as the most detached egomaniacal female that ever roamed the corridors of Capitol Hill.


As time will prove out most bills, arm twisting and threats made during her tenure would all be for naught when the American people in November vote the leftist congress out of power. But, her shared infamous legacy would be Obama-care which now became the battle cry of the Right for the coming years. The promise of starving this monolithic law by the Right-controlled congress would allow time for a real American to occupy the White House who would sign its repeal.

Nevertheless, America still had three more months of her leadership in the House, and the sky would be the limit when it came to insane legislative behavior. If one word could be used to describe the Fall of 2010 it would be, outrageous.

The President had been slowly distancing himself from her since he still had his crucial 2012 election rushing at him like a freight train. He knew he was in trouble with the American people but didn’t know how bad and within a month he would find out. The midterm elections for this deceptive, un-American socialist were a referendum on his policies. As a past visiting collegian lecturer he was about to get his midterm report card and it looked like a spanking was in order as the 614th day of the Obama Presidency jammed the twenty-four hundred page health care bill down the back of his pants as a good defense.

Obama – Terror Attack Part Six – 11:20 A.M. Tuesday October 5^th 2010

While the President was running around trying to find someone to campaign for, the Times Square Bomber Faisal Shahzad stood in front of Judge Miriam Goldman Cedarbaum, a Jew who just leveled multiple life sentences on this American-Pakistani citizen. His failed attempt to blow up as many Americans as possible just sent his ass so far up the river he’d never see it again. Actually, as for his ass, it now belonged to Bubba and Bubba didn’t like terrorists. Even though Bubba was a criminal, he was still an American criminal who just happened to be a Patriot. So life was now going to be interesting for this misguided rag-head in his shared eight by ten foot cell.


The fact that a Jewish woman no less, was incarcerating him for the rest of his life, must have added to the anger that was welling up inside him, and it was obvious judging by his response to the judge. In a controlled and deliberate manner he explained to the court the superiority of Islam and declared the demise of America in short order. He went on for about ten minutes in an almost over rehearsed way while the court audience gasped with fear that they would be next on the Muslim hit list.

Like a mad prophet foretelling the future, most Americans overlooked his proclamation or weren’t shown his comments in the news. The mainstream media was on orders to overlook the comments. Some of the statements were published but only in fragment form. If one was to look for the entire transcript, intact, it was almost nonexistent on the Internet. It was no mistake or oversight that the comments were shelved by the media and it was no mistake that most of what he foretold was very much correct. For the most part, it was done to protect the general public from a possible panic, but most of all it was done so as to not upset the applecart that was now full of worms rather than apples.

With the just released terror alerts around the world the Times Square Bombers comment couldn’t have been more timely, poignant and frightening as the 613th day of the Obama Presidency imagined absorbing another terrorist attack.

Obama – Terror Attack Part Five – 4:44 P.M. Monday October 4^th 2010

Bob Woodward’s book “Obama’s War” started the countdown clock on President Karzai of Afghanistan and the President of the United States. When Bob released his book over two weeks ago he described in gruesome detail how the President was allowed to take the reins of America’s longest war from the Joint Chiefs. The Chiefs wouldn’t allow the President to exit the war but would allow him to manage it. This was an age-old tactic used by even the German high command during World War II when they turned over the German Army to Adolph Hitler, thus taking most of the blame off the Generals who were looking for an honorable exit while keeping their heads. Any failure or disaster that occurred over there would now be blamed squarely on the President and the General a la Petraeus would escape blame and clear the way for his Presidential run in 2012.

This was all well and good as long as the average citizen didn’t know about it. Since the release of this book most political strategists, writers and people who wanted to know, found out that, yes, this was truly Barack Obama’s war and his failure.

Behind the scenes Eric Holder was pressuring President Karzai and his brother to either step down or be charged with felonies under the RICO Act. He was promised a free trip back to the states and three square meals while waiting for their convictions for drug dealing. Eric’s trip to Afghanistan several months ago was a first for an Attorney General and he sure didn’t go there for his health, although he nearly died of food poisoning on his way back in a military cargo plane.

Karzai was now a wild card. So, he secretly engaged in talks with the Taliban and planned on turning over the country to them, since Obama wanted his head. He figured screw Obama, all he wanted was to be out of his country any way possible, so he gave it to him on a silver platter. By cutting a deal with the Taliban a ceasefire would be declared and Obama would send the troops home. Both Presidents would declare victory and Karzai could gradually turn over the entire country to the Taliban while he moved to the French Riviera and lived off the hundreds of millions he had stashed away in Switzerland. It was a great plan as long as a car bomb or a bullet from an AK-47 didn’t get in the way.

Karzai figured it would take two years before all of this could happen, giving Obama a feather in his hat by claiming that he got American troops out of Afghanistan honorably, when he ran for re-election in 2012. So, Karzai was key for this transition, and his deal with the Taliban had to hold till at least after the U.S. Presidential election.

For a plan like this to work, in an ever fluid Asian and Middle Eastern Theater was a long shot, but the Presidency of the United States depended on it for Obama. The lives of our troops depended on it, whom most ignored in this high stakes chess game. The future opulent lifestyle of a Muslim strawman-President in Karzai depended on it, and most of all the aspirations of a General who wants only to save his country from all of this insanity, as the 612th day of the Obama Presidency got fitted for a new set of golf clubs.

Obama – Terror Attack Part Four – 11:43 A.M. Sunday October 3^rd 2010

There was the typical twenty-four hour blackout period after such an attack in a country we weren’t at war with, as the normal condemnations rolled in from Muslim leaders. We killed over a dozen citizens from a European country who just happened to be in Pakistan plotting to kill civilians across two continents. The President wanted to be absolutely sure that the drone missiles killed al-Quaeda operatives, so he ordered a routine investigation before letting the defense department release their involvement. He was feeling uneasy with this last drone attack since their objective was to attack European and American targets instead of Afghanistan. The Joint Chiefs held his feet to the fire on this operation and he didn’t like the arm lock they had on him.


The Muslim world was now starting to blame him for the continuation of the Bush policies in Asia and the Middle East. It was becoming more evident to Islamic countries that there was no change and Obama was just as bad as his predecessor. His heart wasn’t in this. War with one-third of the world’s population, his people, just wasn’t in his plans. He was under orders to change and make America more vulnerable to attack not the other way around. He was under orders to transform America and to relegate it to near third world status and he was behind schedule.

To help this process along the scattered suitcase nuclear devices now inside the country were going to be the friendly persuasion for Americans to stay in their own back yards and leave the rest of world to Islam. America would be last on their grocery list, but for now Europe was on the precipice of this change.

These were all things if looking from the outside you would think one could do if you were President, but that wasn’t how it worked inside. President Obama was finding out the hard way that he could get legislation through congress which was simple enough since his party controlled both houses, but to change foreign policy that was crafted in a framework of treats and commitments, it was a different story. With his polls tumbling to levels not seen by a President this early in a term he had little hope for accomplishing all of his goals as the 611th day of the Obama Presidency thought about Rahm back in Chicago.

Obama – Terror Attack Part Three – 3:45 A.M. Saturday October 2^nd 2010

It was Saturday afternoon in a northeastern border town of Pakistan when twenty or so Pakistani natives who had acquired citizenship in Germany all knelt to pray together for the last time. Many of them had become despondent with their lives working in BMW plants and doing low-level jobs for their more superior German supervisors. They hated Germany and the arrogant people that always demanded perfection from them. Most were so far from home it would take two years to earn enough to return home during the holy season of Ramadan. Nevertheless, of the now millions of Muslims that lived in Germany these few found a common bond.


They were briefed and finished making their martyrdom tapes for the families they would leave behind. The tapes would also be used as promotional tools for future recruiting tours by al-Quaeda, after all, it was a commodity that always had to be replenished.

President Obama was in a deep sleep when he was awokened by the phone next to his bed, the one he wished wasn’t there. He didn’t like being disturbed and was the kind of person that got cranky if he was disturbed during his normal seven hours of sleep. This was a big one and it was Secretary Gates on the other end informing him of the little gathering in Pakistan of a hit team that was to target European capitals with possibly suitcase nukes. The operative word was possibly because Gates's and Dave’s informants and eavesdropping information wasn’t able to determine if nukes would be used. It was plain to the Pentagon the plan was operational and ongoing. They weren’t sure how many other teams there were and what stage of the operation they were in, but they did have this group in their sights and Gates needed the okay from the President. Since it was Pakistan and they were German citizens Gates wanted the President's seal of approval. With only a few months left on the job Gates didn’t need some international flack over a bunch of fried Paki’s to screw up his last days on the job.

This moment was not a surprise to the President since he had been briefed all week on the intel that was developing on this terrorist attack. At this very moment a C.I.A. drone was circling the dusty old town of three thousand herders and old women. Inside the battered home of this al-Quaeda leader were the young men who were ready to give their lives for Allah.

The President after a few moments of thought gave the Secretary of Defense the go signal to destroy the home with all in it. Gates signaled General Petraeus in Kabul where he signaled the drone operations headquarters in Utah, U.S.A. where four specialists manned the video game of death. With a push of a button the vengeful eagle drone that was circling silently released two missiles armed with specially formulated explosives at the house. Within thirty seconds from when the President gave the okay, the home was disintegrated as the 610th day of the Obama Presidency unraveled his prayer rug.

Obama – Terror Attack Part Two – 11:07 A.M. Friday October 1^st 2010

Aban actually had no idea what he was carrying that cloudless night when Dave’s hit team came across him on a remote mountain trail used only by herders. Aban was actually lost and was trying to get his bearings when he stumbled into the C.I.A. snare. After weeks of analyzing Aban’s harddrives it was obvious to the Agency that he was carrying the plans for future attacks on the West. The plans were so troubling they were reported to the President in his normal daily security briefing. Dave authored those reports, so the President knew everything that Dave wanted him to know and not know. Dave was smart and knew since the President and the people around him couldn’t be trusted he needed to make sure that any information given to the President wouldn’t jeopardize his teams and didn’t expose areas that he was developing. One of those areas was al-Qaeda’s possession of nuclear weapons. Aban’s information disclosed that they had in their possession over fifty suitcase-type nuclear devices that were armed and placed in various parts of the world.


This plan was right out of a Hollywood movie where the evil maniacal villain threatens the world with nuclear destruction. The plans weren’t quite that bad but could be bad enough to disrupt commerce and send most civilians into hiding.

It was through a Tehran-Caracas-Mexican mob network that the smuggled suitcase nukes came into America over its southern border. The nukes were also placed at key European sites that represent national identity such as in France at the Eiffel Tower, in England at the House of Parliament, in Germany at the Brandenburg Gate and finally in Sweden’s Government Center. The computers showed a Taliban-al-Qaeda-Iranian force that was at the heart of the attacks, which was no surprise to Dave.

It was still vague as to where the nukes were in America but Dave was working on that one feverishly and was getting close to the answer.

The President was advised about the nukes this week at his Tuesday briefing. Of course, Dave knew about it six weeks prior when his men first found the file that contained instructions to the Venezuelan operatives that carried the cases to Mexico by boat. It appeared the complete transfer regarding the North American suitcase nukes was by low tech transportation, avoiding any encounter with x-ray machines and customs agents.

Dave would have loved to have informed the President sooner, but people close to the President couldn’t be trusted, and now with a Muslim prayer rug in the White House being used by the leader of the free world, Dave was on thin ice as the 609th day of the Obama Presidency hugged Rahm Emanuel so hard he could feel a bulge in his pants.

Obama – Terror Attack Part One – 3:11 P.M. Thursday September 30^th 2010

Dave was back at his office early this afternoon reviewing the press releases the State Department was issuing for the weekend on al-Qaeda’s new attempt to intimidate the people of the non-Muslim world. This new information really wasn’t new to Dave since he had a dotted line connecting the branch of the Agency that was handling the incarceration and interrogation of a known al-Quaeda operative, to him on the agency's organizational chart. So Dave was privy to it all as it occurred.


Aban Mohammad Mustafa was picked up, for arguments sake, near the Pakistani border this past summer while the President was vacationing somewhere, and playing golf with his leftist buddies. While he, the President, was dithering, to coin a phrase, on the fairways and greens of the nation’s best courses, Dave’s quiet army of C.I.A. agents combed the border region. Throughout the summer, they infiltrated what could be said is the most dangerous area in the world, like phantoms in the night. Nighttime was their cover and the high-tech goggles that allowed them to observe and attack at will while the Taliban and al-Quaeda forces rested, was an important part of their strategy.

The capture of Aban was important not for who he is but for what he had. He was captured at 3:45 A.M. on June 11, 2010 with a sack on his back full of laptop computers and external hard drives. Dave’s men quickly hustled him off to a staging base near Kabul and then on to an undisclosed interrogation camp somewhere in the world where Senate hearings couldn’t touch him. It was only by chance that this amount of information was in Aban’s hands. He was just a flunky errand boy who was told to pick up the sack after a drone attack killed the fighter that was to take the equipment into a more urban part of Pakistan where Taliban leaders operated from.

Dave sipped on his coffee, which tasted a little flat since he had put it down over two hours ago. He got so alarmed by the updated reports coming from his interrogation team that he needed to speak to the Secretary over at the Pentagon as soon as possible as the 608th day of the Obama Presidency dithered while the enemy gathered.

Obama – The Christian Uprising of 2010 – 3:33 P.M. Wednesday September 29^th 2010

The forces of change were gathering like a looming hurricane spinning off the coast of western Africa and heading straight for D.C. with the sobering punch of a category five. This clash of forces was about to become more dangerous as the final pieces of the President’s plan to disrupt the November elections were finalized.


Most political analysts had a special code name for unspeakable politically incorrect factors. They called them alpha factors. An alpha factor is when the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that everyone knows is there, but can’t talk about, for worry of being called a racist, anti-Semitic or anti-Christian. An example of this would be the fact, per Wikipedia, that fifteen of the one hundred Senators in the U.S. Senate are liberal Jews and those fifteen Senators represent over thirty-five percent of the U.S. population by what states they represent. The vast majority of Americans aren’t aware of this fact but most Muslims are and they’ve been telling Americans for years. They continue to proclaim that America is run by the Jews and in this case liberal Jews. The rub is that Jews only make up one point nine percent of the U.S. population, thus one could say that this one point nine percent controls the affairs of over thirty-five percent of Americans, one in three. But, again no one talks about it for worry of being called anti-Semitic. The fact is that this gorilla or Alpha factor does exist and has now been identified as part of an overall problem that the country is hell-bent on correcting.

The President knew that the majority of Americans are white Christians, seventy-five percent, and they were, up until the birth of the Tea Party, an unorganized Alpha factor that politically hadn’t gotten their act together for over thirty years. Obama knew that the Tea Party was code for the awakening of the American-Christian movement of all colors and creeds. The President and Rahm, who was now halfway out the door, knew they needed to stop the movement anyway they could, thus the sinister plans for the November midterm elections. If his party wasn’t going to lose so badly he’d just instruct his operatives to stuff the ballet boxes, but since this was looking more like a tsunami, he would have to resort to electronic and legal disruptions in all key states. With Eric Holder in place at the Attorney General’s office to orchestrate the most fraudulent actions against election results in American history, all was ready for the beginning of the American outrage a’ la summer of 2009 Iran as the 607th day of the Obama Presidency chuckled to himself.

Obama – Going Down Fast – 11:32 A.M. Tuesday September 28^th 2010

As the President’s followers kept dwindling around him he kept campaigning. He looked alone out there on the campaign trail at liberal colleges and union halls with rolled up sleeves and open collar. With the ever present backdrop of red-shirted college students and union members it was more reminiscent of a Hallmark card from Hugo Chavez’s Venezuela. The American people finally saw their President working and working hard, but unfortunately it wasn’t for them, it was for himself, as his political career continued to crash and burn. As he shouted out idealistic terms with a peppering of hope and dreams to the crowds with heads full of mush, he was looking more like a loser than the leader of the free world. His facial expressions were more akin to anger and exhaustion rather than the cool breeze image he depicted during the first two years of his Presidency. He was now reaching into areas of his own life that he condemned most Americans for doing during the campaign for President in 2008. Americans, “Clung to their bibles and guns,” was his remark when describing the Right in rural areas that didn’t have the mental capacity to understand his radical unproven theories, which had now, put the country in a bigger mess than when he started. So he fell on his sword and explained why he was a Christian to the crowd that came to hear him, that frankly didn’t care and viewers on TV across the country that didn’t believe him with his hems and haws that was so telling of a liar. Yes, America was starting to see the implosion of a messiah and it wasn’t going to be pretty.


Rahm was back at the White House directing the moving people as they boxed up his belongings for the ride back home to Chicago. He was glad to be out of this hellhole full of assassins, snipers, lap-dancers and strippers. They only had one thing in mind and that was to blow his head up like a ripe cantaloupe. He was having problems with the idiot that had rented his house back in Chicago. He didn’t want to move out and Rahm wanted back in. He was an idiot because the guy he was fighting, Rahm, would soon be mayor of the windy city and Rahm the asshole that he is could make life miserable for this guy. Rahm thought to himself that he must be a Tea-bagger who wanted to bust his balls by forcing him into a hotel for three months. The wife was pissed and the kids, oh well, might not make it back into their old school this year which made for an unhappy family. Rahm didn’t care. This whole deal was a bad one and the more distance he put between Barry and himself the better. He just hoped and prayed that Israel would let him back in when he visited his relatives the next time.

The President knew that Friday was Rahm’s last day, so for all intentional purposes he was gone, and he reassigned all of Rahm’s functions to Valerie who would now help him with the day to day decision making as the 606th day of the Obama Presidency was really going down fast.

Obama – Drone Attacks – 10:34 A.M. Monday September 27^th 2010

Sheikh Fateh al-masria was blown into a million pieces on Saturday while most in the western world slept. He took over as lead dog for al Quaeda in Afghanistan back in May when his predecessor met the same high-tech fate. His remains were scattered over a square mile of Pakistan’s northern border. Once again, Dave’s C.I.A. operatives operating in Pakistan tracked George Preston’s bugged prayer rugs and took out another al Quaeda leader with a drone attack piloted by specialists at Creech Air Force Base in Nevada. The level of sophistication was mind boggling considering the miles and terrain involved. General Petraeus knew by keeping the Taliban and al Quaeda on the move it made for more targets for the now famous drones. This remote style of warfare strategically kept the enemy off balance while ground troops kept them on the move making for more targets.


Dave could have never imagined this type of warfare back in the old days when Operation Alice in Wonderland was enacted by President Reagan. The transition was seamless lending to the development of even bigger drones and much larger payloads with nuclear capability. But that hopefully was for another day and another war.

The prayer rug bugging with GPS sensors was the hottest thing going for the Agency. Much of the success in Iraq and Afghanistan was due to this top-secret idea. Dave thought, it was a shame that the genius that developed this method of tracking terrorists was himself now a victim of the explosive ways of al Quaeda and was now laying peacefully in Arlington.

Later in the afternoon Dave was told that the President of Iran met with Louis Farrakhan, head of the Black Muslims and leaders of the New Black Panther Party in New York City last week during the big U.N. gathering. He had expected a move like this from Ahmadinejad. It was his style to make it appear that he was developing foreign assets while usually only giving an appearance, more bravado than substance. He was assured that the entire conversation was recorded and was being analyzed for code words and directives from the Iranian leader. It was the suspicion of the F.B.I. that if Iran was attacked these two U.S. based radical movements would create a second front in the homeland by terrorizing power plants and gas supplies. Nevertheless it was a minor annoyance to the Agency but they definitely needed to keep track of any further developments. Dave knew that these people needed to be investigated, charged and sent to jail soon or this whole thing could get out of hand as the 605th day of the Obama Presidency weakened the country more.

Obama – Terror Alert – 8:33 A.M. Sunday September 26^th 2010

It was Sunday morning and Dave did something he'd said he wouldn’t do seven years ago, he got drunk. He was now sporting a major hangover and had, on his back, a cross of guilt that was far worse. Over the many years on the job, the pressure had driven him to drink and he swore in 2003 he’d stop, and he did, until last night, when he finally found peace in a bottle of Ketle One, olives and all. He never thought that at this point in his career, the country would be so screwed up. He planned on retiring in a few years but the way things were going, he’d never be able, with a clear conscious. He knew as long as the country kept electing people like Barack Obama, he’d never be able to hang up his spurs. You see Dave was the kind of guy that would never leave his job, because he cared too much about his country.


He made it to the phone that was vibrating all over the floor of his one bedroom apartment like a wounded bug. It was his operations people updating him on a development out of Pakistan. It appeared that a group of Islamic terrorists were planning a simultaneous terror party for the western world with bombings in London, France, Germany and the U.S. To Dave this meant only one thing, that the battle for Europe was about to start. He knew that a portion of the Pakistani military was supportive of the Taliban. They were highly trained and were well equipped. Pulling off attacks on civilian targets would be a piece of cake and it was just a matter of time before it happened. The struggle within the military was important to the free world, for whoever controlled the Pakistani nukes could have a winning hand. Dave knew the West had nukes, but didn’t have the guts to use them. He also knew that if Al Quaeda and the Taliban obtained Pakistan’s nukes they would use them. The problem for the west was, how would they retaliate? If nuked, did they have the balls to nuke back, and what city? It was a mess and Dave knew many thousands would eventually die, and again it was just a matter of time. This war with Islam was in the terrorist's favor and that’s what drove Dave last night to crack that bottle as the 604th day of the Obama Presidency planned for a busy week of campaigning for candidates that didn’t want him to.

Obama – Finding Some Peace – 1:33 P.M. Saturday September 25^th 2010



Dave tried to take a day off from the madness that was swirling around D.C. originating from the executive branch. He just couldn’t get a grasp on a peaceful sector of his brain. Every time he’d flick on a college football game he was reminded of the “Inside-the-beltway” insanity at half time, with news updates coming from the networks. He knew not to trust the majors for their news since Obama took office. Anyway, “his” information was way ahead of the curve and would never be divulged to the public unless there was a breach in national security. There was so much the public didn’t know. The side deals and contrived arrangements with consultants and members of congress ran rampant, as they continued to bilk the American taxpayer into poverty. Many thought it was about the power, but for the most part the money was the motivating factor that drove this money printing machine. Dave knew that for years most Americans suspected their political system had been corrupted, and now with the intrusive nature of the liberal left’s agenda, it had pushed the American middle class against a wall they weren’t familiar with, socialism. It was pretty obvious that within two months there would be big changes in Washington due to the middle class displeasure and there’d be holy hell to pay by those cardboard dictators that ran the congress.


But that was politics on the Potomac, and Dave had to make sure he didn’t get ground up in its meat grinder. It was Dave’s job to keep the playing field safe for these maniacs to do their mischief. He resented it, he resented them, and he actually over the years started to hate the people that were ruining his country for their own enrichment, while he and his colleagues risked their lives to protect them. He often imagined that what the country needed was a coup d’état to shake up the place. By breaking up the entrenched good old boy and girl machines that controlled most purse strings in government, it just could save the country from itself.

Dave knew how to run a successful military coup since he had directed one less than two years ago in Honduras. Unfortunately, the Obama administration wasn’t happy about the C.I.A.’s approach in Central America and condemned his action which stopped a Chavez style takeover. He knew the Chavez cookbook was being used by several countries in our southern hemisphere and it was up to him to keep the pressure on even against the current administration's objections. Subtlety was the order of the day for the U.S. Military and C.I.A. as the 603rd day of the Obama Presidency was more worried about when their next vacation was.

Obama – At War With the Joint Chiefs - 7:45 P.M. Friday September 24^th 2010

It was at the North Doors of the Palm Room at the White House where the President ended his long three-day U.N. business. A lot was whirling in his head, especially the meeting with the President of Kyrgyzstan where the U.S. had its very important supply base that was the lifeblood to our troops in Afghanistan. It was a private meeting that went on for about two hours just before he departed for his return to Washington. If the Joint Chiefs had been flies on the wall they would have dive-bombed the President in formation with a crescendo of missile and rapid fire attack guns, not to mention a few nukes dropped somewhere around his groin area. Since the boys at the Pentagon had stonewalled him for the past two years over, "Don’t ask, don’t tell, and oh yeah," Afghanistan, the President felt it was time for a little payback. The President made a very lucrative deal with the leader of this backward central Asian country he couldn’t refuse. It was probably one of the most diabolical plans any President ever made and now our troops on the ground in a theater of war would be at risk because of it.


With Russia being the overlying power in the region the U.S. was in Kyrgyzstan at Putin’s pleasure. Of course, it came at a cost to the American taxpayer of quite a few million in a numbered Swiss bank account, deposited yearly, to enhance that pleasure. It seemed that our President was setting up civil disorder in this small country that would threaten the functioning of the supply base thus causing supply interruptions with an eventual closure. The President, being the over educated one-day wonder that he was figured in his own egocentric mind that by single-handily shutting down the supply line to the war he would force the Joint Chiefs to vacate Afghanistan, thus satisfying most of his supporters on the left that hadn’t already committed harikari. Some of our best young men and women would die for this political and selfish decision, but it was all in a day’s work for the leader of the free world.

The President quickly left the gathering of press reporters and headed for the private quarters of the White House, where Michelle greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass. He was glad to be home but as his aids' resignations poured in on a daily basis, home was getting lonelier and lonelier as the 602nd day of the Obama Presidency started talking to himself for lack of a better thing to do.

Obama – The Trilingual President - 12:22 P.M. Thursday September 23^rd 2010

Jimmy accompanied the President to New York City while keeping in close contact with Dave back at C.I.A. headquarters. According to Jimmy, the President seemed detached and wasn’t moving with his normal swagger. It was obvious to him that the President was truly affected by something, but what it was he didn’t know. Jimmy was still having trouble digesting his new duties as spy for the C.I.A. on the leader of the free world. Technically, he was violating about a hundred regs, but since the Secretary of Defense authorized his eavesdropping operation on the President he felt just a little bit better about it. One would have to understand that the men and woman who protect the President are trained to take a bullet for him or her and to ignore anything that they heard or saw while on duty. There would be no tell-all books for these troopers at the end of their tours, just silence forever, until now.


Jimmy had himself relieved midday just after the President addressed the United Nations General Assembly. Shortly afterwards the President attended a very private meeting on the twentieth floor. Jimmy went outside onto the main plaza of the United Nations Building and grabbed his phone. What he'd experienced in a small office in the Swiss wing rattled his brain. He felt so dirty and his hands trembled while calling Dave. Dave picked up and proceeded to listen to Jimmy describe how the President entered a room with two leaders of Hamas, two from Hezbollah and the President of Iran. He almost shit his pants as he went on about how the President switched from speaking English to Farsi and Arabic. Jimmy had never heard the President speak any language other than English and for him to switch between these two languages like a native scared the hell out of him. After witnessing that, Jimmy was convinced his spying on the President was important and a matter of national security.

Unfortunately, Jimmy knew neither Farsi nor Arabic so what was discussed was unknown, but Jimmy being the up and coming C.I.A. field agent he was, recorded the entire conversation on his cell phone just inside the hankie pocket of his jacket.

Dave knew that the audio file was too hot to be sent over the Internet from Jimmy’s phone, so he’d have to wait until he returned on Friday night with the President.

The President was now enjoying dinner with other leaders from the Middle East while Jimmy guarded his cell phone like Fort Knox as the 601st day of the Obama Presidency had another scoop of hummus and bread.

Obama – General Petraeus’s Last Supper Party - 11:23 A.M. Wednesday September 22, 2010

President Obama gladly got on Marine One and headed for New York City to speak to an innocuous group before spending the night campaigning and addressing the United Nations Assembly on Thursday. The Woodward book was now front page news and his office was getting hit with a rash of inquiries for comments. He was glad to be out-of-there.


He scrolled through the encrypted emails on his Blackberry and noticed a note from Rahm titled, “For Your Eyes Only.” Before opening it he was distracted by a stream of sunlight through the porthole that nearly blinded him. Things weren’t going well this morning, and actually it was the theme for the whole week. He prayed it would end this week but by all indications this could be his new normal as Marine One entered New Jersey airspace. He looked down at what looked like Trenton, where Governor Christie was now kicking the hell out of his democrat friends and unions. As far as he was concerned he was over hostile territory and expected a missile strike at any moment.

He finally got back to his Blackberry and opened Rahm’s email that had an attachment along with it. Rahm went on to say that he noticed Bob Woodward’s book cover and was very disturbed at what he saw. The President, of course, opened the attachment that contained the cover of Bob’s book titled "Obama’s Wars."

The President immediately called Rahm who was still getting ready from a sleepless night. With bags under his eyes worse than normal Rahm picked up his phone and began to describe to the President what he saw in the cover.

The President listened to Rahm and slowly became angry. “Well, it looks like Bob got the last laugh in and it’s on me,” the President said. He hit his off button and sat back while switching over to the email attachment that contained that now-aggravating book cover. To see General Petraeus, his chief political nemesis who would most likely run against him in 2012, being the central figure on a book cover about his administration was maddening. Rahm was right in saying that the General was depicted as a Christ-like figure presiding over the Obama Administration's last supper as the 600th day of the Obama Presidency took Bob Woodward off his speed dial.

Obama – The Wars on Obama - 8:45 P.M. Tuesday September 21^st 2010

It was the eve of the harvest moon as the leader of the free world looked up at a nearly full lunar wonder while puffing on his third cancer stick. He was nervous and was feeling the moon's pull on this mild pre-autumn night. He lingered aimlessly at the official White House smoking tent waiting for the barrage of attacks that he expected from the upcoming Bob Woodward book on his Administration. The release to the media was occurring as he puffed, while reporters and foreign enemies had their best speed readers on the case, skimming, skimming, skimming. He had already read a review of the book by David Axelrod one of his Chicago cronies and lead political “spin-doctors,” a name given him by General Petraeus in the book. The more the American people, and especially the Joint Chiefs saw of Axelrod, the more they knew this guy was no General or an effective politician. He was more of a loser buffoon that had run his course. The President also knew this but he needed David’s input and suggestions on how to respond to the many condemnations. David and the President had already agreed that no response was the best response and to avoid any direct questions that could draw him out.


He knew the book was bad and could cost him another ten points in the polls. That was ten points he couldn't afford to lose. The country had suspected confusion and discourse but now could put their finger on specific incidents and individuals. He knew it would be more red meat for the Right and ammunition to take down the remaining Democrats in congress. As the President said in Woodward’s book, “I can’t lose the entire democrat party,” which it appears he did anyway.

He was lost outside that tent, and was unsuccessfully searching for some direction. He knew the handlers plans were going to fall through if he didn’t get his second term. The way things were going he knew he’d be a lame-duck after December with the new congress led by the Tea Party which up until twenty months ago didn’t even exist. They would starve his programs by not funding them, thus rendering them dead until after a new President was elected in 2012 when they would then repeal all of his work. This was the part of the plan that his puppet-masters couldn’t foresee. To have a majority of the American electorate become so motivated was historic and almost unheard of based on past lethargic behavior by the masses. It looked like it was the end as the 599th day of the Obama Presidency lit up a fourth.

Obama – Stranded – 11:34 A.M. Monday September 20^th 2010

The President sat next to John Harwood on a hard wooden stool in the studio of CNBC’s financial television network. Approximately one hundred attended this imitation town hall meeting in front of viewers that totaled nearly a half million. All went well until a liberal black sister stood up and hit him over the head with a two-by-four of ridicule and disappointment. It was as though his mother reached out of her grave and grabbed him by the throat in an attempt to drag him down into her casket. He was jovial up until that moment. As the woman spoke and described her plight with him and her situation of possibly going back to eating hot dogs and beans, everyone could see the blood draining from his face. He was embarrassed, humiliated and simply slammed. He had no comeback that even began to sound like an honorable answer or remedy for this woman of his same race. As he listened to his own words while answering her he felt more and more like Gilligan on his deserted Island with only one other castaway, Vice President Biden.


Harwood being the wimp that he is, prided himself on only one major event in his life and that was meeting J.F.K. Since that day he was hooked on the bullshit the Democrat’s spewed ,no matter how ridiculous they sounded. By the time the woman finished shredding the President’s ego on national TV, both men felt pretty small. John felt particularly bad because he had personally checked out all the people and didn’t expect this type of response. It was supposed to be a softball session with no waves. So, it looked like this would be the last interview John would be doing with this President.

Back at the White House operations office Larry Summers, a major player in the President’s economic plan, sat watching the fiasco slash humiliation of his boss on TV. This should have never happened he thought, but it had, and it marked the end of his job with the President. He knew he had to get out and get out fast or be blamed for this mess. With millions unemployed and millions more to be, it was just a matter of time before the entire economy would implode.

Larry’s liberal big government and spend, spend, spend policies didn’t work and he was fresh out of ideas. This left the President with only one option if he expected to salvage his sinking presidency and country, embrace the Right. Extending the Bush tax cuts was like giving credit to a decision the former President made and that would send his supporters from the left up a tree with a noose for his skinny neck. Cutting spending would mean layoffs and liberal program cuts. Again, it would lead to more turbulence within his dwindling ranks of supporters.

Larry knew that the President being the ideologue that he is would do neither and would go down with his ship as the 598th day of the Obama Presidency was trying to get the wooden stool out of his ass.

Obama – The President Goes To Church – 11:23 A.M. Sunday September 19^th 2010

St. John’s Episcopal Church on Lafayette Park was the scene of the President’s third Christian pilgrimage this year. It was obvious to all that he was still trying to shake the Muslim label most of America had attached to him. The President along with his lovely wife Michelle sat in the pew facing the minister and wished they were in Chicago and out of this fishbowl. He daydreamed while listening to the ancient stories from a book he could care less about. Michelle was bored too, as she kept looking at her cell phone with messages from her friends back in the windy city.


The President was having problems with the First Lady after that revealing comment she made to the First Lady of France about what she thought of her job as First Lady. Things hadn’t been very good in the royal bedroom either since Barack was out most nights meeting with God knows who. She was unhappy with the whole gig and it was starting to affect him too.

His church going this sunny Sunday morning wasn’t just to cover up his true religious belief, but to make contact with a messenger from his handlers in the Middle East. Dr. Ziad Asali, M.D., a Muslim, founder and president of the American Task Force on Palestine, just happened to be speaking on the subject of “Prospects of the two-state solution in the Middle East.” It was a mouthful but it was enough for the President to make sure he was there to transfer important information regarding the Peace Talks between Israel and the Palestinians. If only the Israelis knew how they’d been sold out by this President. After sixty years of fervent support of the Israeli state, this President was selling them down the river by sabotaging the talks and condemning Israel for their lack of resolve.

After the sermon the President along with four of his guards went into a back office at the church and in a private part of that office the Dr. was waiting to instruct the President verbally. His guards stayed out of the private area while the two spoke. Jimmy had been making sure that he was close to the President, very close. Luckily for Dave back at the C.I.A., Jimmy just happened to be on this Sunday’s church run and he was now only inches away from the conversation between the man that was instrumental in suing the FBI for not having enough Muslim agents on board, and the President of the United States.

Jimmy knew this smelled and moved in close to listen to what was said. After nearly twenty minutes the President exited the small office within an office and the detail moved on back to the White House. Jimmy’s hands were noticeably shaking, so much so, that one of his buddies asked what was wrong. He ignored the question and accompanied the First Family back to the White House which was a small walk, and then quickly had himself relieved. Jimmy walked onto the green grass at the front of the White House, undid his tie, and tried to digest the disturbing conversation he had just heard as the 597th day of the Obama Presidency unraveled his prayer rug.

Obama – Popcorn and Watermelon - 2:47 P.M. Saturday September 18^th 2010

Nicolas Sarkozy, finally after nearly a dozen phone calls by the American President, returned his call. Needless to say, it didn’t go well. There was a lot of name calling and frankly childish behavior by both world leaders. It was more akin to a school yard name calling fight with both ending the conversation with the typical adolescent threat of, “oh yeah”, “oh yeah,” click.


Scratch the French, the President said to himself as he went on watching college football on his third Oval office flat screen TV. Rahm was running around in his typical madman nature trying to wrap up and reassign his workload to underlings who couldn’t solve a simple math problem. Gees, Rahm thought to himself we have no bench, there’s absolutely no one to fill in. He knew Barry, the ideologue that he is and his stubbornness, would lead to his undoing. He just won’t listen to good political advice, he thought. So, Rahm went on delegating while almost smelling the sweetness of a Chicago Italian roast beef sandwich, his favorite, in the air.

Across town, Dave was meeting with Secretary Gates at the Pentagon and updating him on his findings and progress. Jimmy, one of the President’s Secret Service men, was now on board and reporting back to Dave on a daily basis. Gates commented to Dave that this Presidential prayer-rug business needed to be investigated further, and the group of Muslims that worked in the Pentagon that had acquired their rugs from the same as the President was even more troubling. Gates had put bugs on all of them and had found that they were up to something. They were found talking in code and making overseas phone calls to questionable people in Pakistan. The possibility that these Muslims were leaking classified information out to the Taliban was very probable and predictable. Gates had his people on that one but the President had to be handled by Dave, simply because Dave was expendable, as the 596th day of the Obama Presidency ordered more popcorn and watermelon from the White House kitchen.

Obama – Kill‘em Early and Kill‘em Often – 11:39 A.M. Friday September 17^th 2010

Kathleen Sebelius, the Secretary of Health and Human Services was now taking on the private health insurance industry, with threats of hit lists of insurers that stepped out of line. Kathleen had a face that said it all, anger. She looked like she was so wound up she’d shatter with built up hostility. Tight lipped and a serious look was always on her face. Yep, if anyone could play Adolph Eichmann of the twenty-first century it would be her. What she was doing was flat out illegal, but the Obama administration was the law so who was going to stop them, the government?


The President ordered her to inform them, the insurance companies, that if they warned their customers that their rates were going up they’d be put on a watch list and would not be included in a future pool of insurers. That would stop them from having access to the new government patients, which would eventually be everybody. This was basically telling them that if they didn’t play ball with the government, that had every intention of putting them out of business anyway, they’d be out of business sooner. If you played ball you’d last about five more years before you had to close your doors. Thus, this was the new way of doing business in Obama’s America. She became the gatekeeper of who would survive and how long in this new game of monopoly where the government held all the cards.

The President was having fun talking to his Secretary of H.H.S. when she mentioned a possible problem that was developing. She explained to him that with the government now controlling health services to the general public there could be a conflict of interest. His face became concerned as she went on about how the government had the power now to kill a patient whenever they wanted by denying them health service, thus reaping taxes from the patient's estate through the death tax, which was due to expire at the end of the year. This was something that the mainstream media and even the Right had overlooked. It was a looming problem that had the potential of stopping the program and making the President look like Adolf Hitler who cooked six million Jews during World War II.

“Kill‘em early and kill‘em often, that’s how we balance the budget.” This would be the new H.H.S. slogan. If you’re worth five million, no heart transplant for you. Kill‘em early and kill‘em often as the 595th day of the Obama Presidency looked around for Jack Kovorkian’s cookbook.

Obama – Michelle’s First Language – 3:15 P.M. Thursday September 16^th 2010

While the President was meeting with his economic team in the Oval Office, and discussing the 2011 budget which was boring the hell out of him, Michelle his lovely wife interrupted the meeting with her phone call. “Yes, honey, yes, yes, yes, I did, four times, he’s not returning my phone calls. I know you don’t care, but I have a country to run into the ground and your phone calls are interrupting my progress. You know the President of France, I’m sure, has better things to do than to take my phone calls after we snubbed him for dinner the last time over there. You remember whose fault that was, right? Just because you get a bug up your ass about her beauty, the U.S. could lose a major trading partner.” Pause, pause. “I know you don’t care, you already said that, but I can’t just call up the President of France and call his wife a fucking bitch, it’s just not diplomatic. And furthermore I’ve told you about that Chicago gutter talk, you’re the First Lady, it doesn’t look good. I know, I know it’s your first language, you’ve told me a thousand times. Yeah baby, yeah, you know I love that, no baby, no, I didn’t say to stop that, you know I love that nasty-dirty-sex-talk baby, no baby, oh shit.” As Michelle hung up on the leader of the free world he turned his chair forward facing a room of six top economists with faces of shock and awe.


Moving right along, the President uttered, “Okay, where were we, now?” Christine Romer quickly took the opportunity to send a zinger his way with her comment, “You were going to give us some nasty-dirty-sex-talk, baby.” Knowing that she had already put in her resignation and that she most likely wouldn’t be using this gig on her resume, the comment flew right over the center of the plate as a strike.

The President blew the comment off with a little forced smile and went on with the budget problem that was forcing gold to new highs. With the administration wobbling between extending the cursed Bush tax cuts or not, the 2011 budget had problems, big problems. One thing was for sure, these guys that ran the economy sure didn’t know what they were doing. With massive holes everywhere in the budget and the expiration of the tax cuts coming January first, things looked bleak for the President's agenda. They all knew that with an extension and no government spending cuts, it would send the entire bond and gold market into a panic. Politically, Democrats that still had a career wanted to extend the cuts for at least two more years and this left the President all alone with his ideological struggle with America as the 594th day of the Obama Presidency looked down at his dog for a friend.