Now The Eagle

Obama - Bring Me the Head of Chrisine O'Donnell - 7:00 P.M. Tuesday September 14th 2010

Rahm Emanuel slowly sashayed into the oval office in his typical cocky, arrogant way. Some Secret Service men had been overheard calling it a Napoleonic complex, but others who were on permanent White House staff, called it MIA or a midget inferiority attitude. This attitude was more typical of a fastidious bisexual than a hetero male.

Nevertheless, it was now seven P.M. eastern and all polls in key states had closed. Rahm had his shorts on which made him look more like a little kid than the President’s head political strategist. As he tiptoed between chunks of flat screen TV glass like the ballerina he was, Rahm shouted at the President who was facing opposite him and out towards the White House grounds. “What the fuck happened, Barry? There’s glass all over the floor? Answering his own question Rahm in a low voice said, “Oh no, you didn’t, did you? You broke the second TV? Shit, now we have to find a third one.” After a few moments of silence the back of the President’s head said, “It’s over Rahm, we’re done. That little bitch in Delaware, Christine Donald, MacDonald or whatever, won against our man Castle, now what do we do? She’s the cannery in the coal mine and the bird is dead as a doornail. These God damn Tea Party people are winning everywhere and we can’t do a thing to stop them.”

“That’s Christine O’Donnell Mr. President and it looks like that leverage we had on Mike Castle will be going to waste. Now, we have to start working on her, and from what I hear she’s got plenty of dirt. The problem is, most of her dirt is the same dirt that most Americans are in the middle of themselves and the more we push her problems the more the general public will sympathize with her. So, we’ll have to get creative, but since I’m out-a-here in a few months, David’s going to have to take care of it.” The back of the President’s head mumbled something that sounded like, “you motherfucker.”

But the President knew that Rahm had to go back to Chicago and become Mayor so as to keep a lid on the skeletons that involved the usual suspects who now resided in the White House. Losing control of the Chicago cesspool would most definitely land everyone in jail and that wasn’t cool as the 592nd day of the Obama Presidency’s back of the head kept mumbling things not even I would repeat.