Obama – Why Is the President Leaving the Country – With Everything - 12:29 A.M. Thursday October 28^th 2010

Jimmy cleared Dave through the White House grounds gatehouse by phone and met him half way up the long driveway coming from the White House. Since Jimmy was Secret Service, it was easy for Dave to enter with his approval. They shook hands when they met and slowly turned up the wet shiny driveway and started walking very slowly back towards the gatehouse Dave had just come through. The rain had subsided to a gentle mist that when hit by the light of the ancient lamps on the grounds made it seem like snow being blown in swirls and sweeps. Both men in their khaki Burberry trench coats without epaulettes looked like Bobbsey Twins. Jimmy towered over Dave by at least a foot and had another foot on him in the beam.


Dave said nothing upon meeting, while Jimmy whispered to Dave, “Say nothing, we must get out of here. The listening devices can pick up everything, let’s get off the grounds, past the gate,” as Jimmy picked up the pace and checked both of them off the grounds.

As they quickly moved past the barricades that circled the White House, which were built years ago to guard against terrorist truck bombs, Jimmy started talking, and boy did he talk. He went on for about forty-five minutes until Dave stopped walking and just stared at Jimmy with amazement at what he was just told.

It was no secret that the President was in trouble politically. His polls had sunk into the upper thirties and he was about to lose both houses in less than a week from his blatant disregard of the will of the people. What Jimmy explained was that the very next day, the day after the election, he was leaving for India and for quite awhile. At first blush the front-end of Jimmy’s story was almost harmless until you thought about how long he would be gone and what he was taking with him. Heads of State, when moving across the globe, usually take a few planes and back up supplies with equipment just in case, but for this President to take over forty aircraft with a complete mobile White House including hundreds of support staff and equipment, one would wonder if he was ever coming back. It was as though something was going to happen back here in the States and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Jimmy had gleaned all of this from reports that he was reviewing since he would be on board Air Force One with the President when they left. The entire First Family, including the First mother-in-law and many friends would be accompanying them. When they arrived in India they would have the complete run of the five hundred and sixty room Taj Mahal Palace Hotel with four pools and two golf courses. All of this nonsense seemed more like Noah’s Ark than a diplomatic journey to one of our biggest trading partners.

Unfortunately, there was now the back end of Jimmy’s information that gave Dave one of those triple headaches that made you want to shoot yourself. Jimmy had overheard a meeting with the President's biggest supporter, and it was about suitcases. Jimmy wasn’t sure who this man was but he had an eastern European accent and was in his seventies. Jimmy was in an outer chamber but could hear everything that was said. This man told the President that everything was in place. They had moved them across the border and it was now up to him, the President, to do the right thing.

Jimmy knew of the nukes from Dave so when this foreign man spoke of suitcases he put two and two together and came up with a nuclear reaction as the 635th day of the Obama Presidency made sure they didn’t forget the dog this time.

Obama – Dave and Vince Flynn - 9:32 P.M. Wednesday October 27th 2010

As the swirling wind periodically forced the early fall rain to sound like hands full of sand being tossed against Dave’s bedroom window, he placed Vince Flynn’s new novel down on his lap. With a backdrop of classical chamber music playing, always Bach, Dave dwelled on the title, American Assassin. Dave liked Vince, he was one of the good guys, not out to destroy the organization that did its best to protect the country from the bad guys. He wasn’t a Rolling Stone Magazine, ready to take down a magnificent career of a courageous General like McChrystal. Vince was a true American who loved his country and saw its vulnerabilities. Ever since the ‘60s liberal Hollywood movies and most published authors, who always seemed to be liberal, did their best to demonize the C.I.A. Most within the company were pretty gun-shy when this dyslectic late-bloomer came knocking for information, but Dave took an immediate liking to him in those dark days of 2002 just after 9/11 and right before the Iraqi invasion. Dave was up to his eyeballs those days with impossible tasks, but took the time to explain the inner workings of a modern intelligence agency. Thankfully, all of his time and effort quickly paid off since Vince published book after book on the superior effectiveness of the modern day Central Intelligence Agency. Dave knew it wouldn’t hurt to advertise, especially in a connected world where everybody had an opinion about everything.
The arrest of Farooque Ahmed today in Northern Virginia was another feather in Dave’s hat since he had handed him off to F.B.I. earlier in the year. He was hoping that Farooque had a connection to the suitcase nukes, but it seemed he was just another lone nutcase that hated America.
Dave tried to relax and think about anything but nukes as the rain kept pounding outside. He always felt guilty relaxing; after all who in their right mind could relax when there are nukes floating around the country ready to kill thousands.
It was now quiet inside his small condo, just on the edge of Georgetown University’s campus. The music had ended and he was at a good breakpoint in his book when his cell rang; it was Jimmy. “I’ve got something for you Dave,” as the 634th day of the Obama Presidency quickly got dressed and headed out to meet Jimmy on the White House grounds.

Obama – The Ghost of a Thousand Sins – 6:45 P.M. Monday October 25^th 2010

Dave occasionally took time after work to drive down to the Potomac near Arlington to get in an early evening run. The winding path that followed the river which eventually emptied into the Chesapeake was popular with tourists and romantics. The oak and maple trees that lined the path, now after a hot and humid summer held their treasure of fall colors. It was the perfect backdrop to the magnificence of the massive monuments of granite and marble that popped up every half mile or so.


He felt good this evening and the cool, crisp air on his face was stimulating as he occasionally glanced at the river rushing southeastward. It was moments like this that Dave missed the most when he was on assignment overseas for the Agency. Eating sand in eastern Africa, going weeks without a shower in western Afghanistan, and sweating your balls off in the jungle of remote Filipino island, were the small sacrifices he made to know that all of this was safe because of the work he did to protect it.

Dave had spent the past week reviewing information that was pouring in from around the world on his top priority, the suitcase nukes, that were now in the country. It was his first run since early last week, and he couldn’t shake his work from his head, as he picked up the pace that was fueled by his frustration with the White House and certain congressional committees that kept tying his hands from doing the work that needed to be done. He suspected the President was doing everything possible to stop his investigation and it drove him nuts.

For men like Dave who risk their lives every day for America, it was unconscionable to imagine a sitting president sabotaging an investigation that could save thousands of American lives. It was nothing short of treason, a word not used enough on the Hill these days.

It was getting darker now as he rounded his halfway point and headed back in the direction of his car. He had just another mile and half to go, when he suddenly heard someone coming up behind him. Whoever it was, they were moving pretty fast and seemed about fifty feet behind him. It was now just Dave and this unknown runner on the path as it got much darker. By the sound of his running he was big and was in good shape judging by the rapid footwork. Dave always dreaded moments like this, that moment when you’re not ready for the ghost of a thousand sins. As Dave picked up the pace his shadow did so in turn, convincing Dave that he had a problem. For the next two hundred paces about fifteen faces came into Dave’s mind, faces that would give anything to see him dead.

Unfortunately, while Dave was reminiscing about old enemies the pounding feet of the unknown runner was getting closer. Dave knew that Washington had changed in the past two years and no one could be trusted. The country was under attack by just about everyone, and operatives were disappearing weekly. Dave knew drastic times meant drastic measures as he quickly spun to his left off the path onto the grass next to an old oak tree. From under his sweatshirt he pulled out his Taurus 650 revolver and pointed it at the black image now coming into the light of a streetlamp just a few feet away. As Dave pulled back the trigger and set up his head shot he heard the image say, “What the fuck are you on, jet fuel?” as a burly African American voice blurted out. “Down boy, it’s only me Jimmy,” as the 633rd day of the Obama Presidency headed out for pizza and a beer.

Obama – Bring Me the Head of Juan Williams - 11:34 A.M. Tuesday October 19^th 2010

“Yes, George, yes, George, yes, okay, I agree something needs to be done. Are you going to take care of this on your side?” The President paused as George Soros, a Jew, on the other end pondered his options. “Good, then I can get back to my campaigning. I’ll talk to you when you get back from Zurich.”


It appeared that George, who was one of the wealthiest men in the world, was getting a lot of flak from his Saudi financiers and backers over comments made by Juan Williams, a contributing talking head at Fox, who also worked for National Public Radio, which Soros had just sunk his claws into with a one point eight million dollar grant. George had basically taken over NPR and was going to turn it into his own personal spy network that would station two agents slash reporters in every state capital in America to pull dirty tricks and subvert news reports that would affect candidates and issues that would potentially weaken his hold on the country. The frightening fact was that his plan will work and work well to solidify his agenda in destroying the United States as we know it.

He hated Fox and Rupert Murdock, a Jew, who owned Fox. Since Rupert started putting the squeeze on local cable carriers to drop his infected liberal mainstream media who where bleeding red ink every quarter, Soros could see the handwriting on the wall, as more and more of his channels would be dropped by the cable providers for lack of viewership and revenue. Yes, it appeared that America was at war with itself for the hearts and minds of every American. The forces from the left, Soros and company were downright evil and a threat to every American. Soros frankly wanted to slowly dismantle the country by smothering out any opposing views, like Fox News. The President and George knew that if they could make Fox go away they would have it all, and would be able to feed America the news they wanted them to see, which would not necessarily be the truth.

The interesting thing about all of this is that both Soros and Murdock weren’t even Americans, yet they had found themselves battling over the minds of all Americans.

George had decided to fire Juan Williams from NPR, so he ordered the brass at the not-so-popular network to do so. Juan made his comments on Monday night on Fox and it was now Tuesday afternoon. NPR told George that it would take a day, after their legal reviewed the request. That’s when George blew and in his broken eastern European accent screamed, “Listen you son of a bitch I don’t care about lawsuits, just fire that fucker, now.”

The war had begun. Murdock was squeezing the mainstream media to commit hari-kiri, while Soros was sending the wrath of God to every journalist in the country that if you stepped out of line you’d be standing in an unemployment line like Rick Sanchez and Juan Williams as the 627th day of the Obama Presidency packed for the West Coast.

Obama – Bring Me the Head of Rupert Murdock 8:30 A.M. Monday October 18^th 2010

Valerie Jarrett, one of the President’s chief advisers and old friend of the family from Chicago, could hardly keep her feet propped on the top of the Resolution Desk in the Oval Office. It was early, too early for the President, so she used this precious time to act out her grandest fantasy, being President.


Three workmen were hanging the fourth Presidential flat screen TV on the wall while she fantasized of global power and having control of the American people. Deep down inside she knew she was a dictator who had the guts to crush any foe, foreign or domestic. She would run this show a lot differentially than Barry. Her idea of control was strict obedience or die, something the President was just a cheeseburger away from, in his governing according to her. Valerie knew that a takeover such as the one they were in you had to really stir the pot, to weed out the ones that would not conform. Her first order as Ms. President would be to jail the entire Tea Party, even if it took filling up every football stadium, such as what they did during the D.C. anti-war demonstrations in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him flash into to the room, “A-ha I caught ya,” the President said, chuckling at his friend as she fell off his chair and on to the floor with a thud. “Oh, Mr. President, I was waiting for you, and I have something interesting to discuss with you,” as she dusted herself off from the grand fall that almost put another crack in her butt.

“Go ahead Valerie, I’ve got a busy day so we have to make it quick, what is it?” “It’s Fox, sir.” The happy mood of the President turned to gloom as his face tightened up with anger. “Okay, what have they said this time?” “Nothing sir, it’s what they’re doing.” “And what is it they’re doing?”

She went on to explain to the President that Fox, who is owned by News Corp, which Rupert Murdock the billionaire from Australia owns, was going to shut down the mainstream media. Murdock had been a major thorn in the Presidents side since he took office, criticizing just about everything he did. He even went as far as to say they weren’t a proper news agency. That attack last year got him into hot water from the rest of the media, even from the left.

This time it was obvious to Valerie that Murdock was in for the kill of the mainstream media, which was the darling of this President and it was mutual. The problem was that the branch of the media that backed his policies was sinking fast and bleeding red with every quarterly financial statement. They would all be out of business before his last days in office, as most of America was now watching Mr. Murdock’s Fox News Channel for reliable information. Reliable information was something the mainstream media was lacking, thus the decline.

Murdock targeted the New York television market as his first victim. It was simple math. If the vast majority was watching his channels he told the subscribing cable networks that if they wanted to carry his shows and its massive audience, they’d have to pony up a new fee that totaled the entire amount charged by all of the mainstream media. It came down to a dollar and cents issue, lose the audience or lose the mainstream media. This sent shivers up the President's spine because without them he was lost. Of course, he was already lost; he just didn’t know it yet as the 626th day of the Obama Presidency called the Attorney General to bring charges up on Murdock for extortion.

Obama – The Bravery of the American Cyber Patriots of 2010 – 5:33 P.M. Sunday October 17^th 2010

It seemed that only mindless union members and college kids with heads full of mush, who had nearly zero life experience would come out to hear the President in Ohio today. The first lady accompanied him to keep an eye on her man as he slid through the lines of college coeds at Ohio State. The vast majority of people in Ohio had already made their decision about this socialist and his plan for America and they wanted no part of it. Ohio was lost as far as he was concerned but he had to at least look like he was trying. Mind you, this was a President who at this point of his Presidency had the least amount of advisers and guidance politically. He was flying blind. He was flying on his own and wasn’t very good at it, which his polls pointed too.


The polls were indicating that Republicans would take the House and maybe the Senate. What the polls weren’t showing was that many disenfranchised voters that had stopped voting years ago because of their disdain for the corruption and the government’s ineffectiveness, were now motivated. Over the years the government had become so big and overbearing it was now about to turn on its citizens. It no longer was a tool for the people but was now going to be a tool against the people and the majority of America finally realized it. They had woken from their long sleep.

This silent block of shadow voters that had been lurking for years, waiting for the moment to be heard was now upon us, as they gathered on every street corner on Friday nights with signs of their discontent. They made up a good part of the Tea Party. They were the people that just showed up, silently holding their signs and finally feeling better about themselves knowing that they had been right all along and not a bunch of kooks who had jumped the rail.

Many of them had found their wings on the new social networking websites like Facebook and MySpace. They were also using YouTube and Twitter to communicate their discontent. Their boldness came through loud and clear with nicknames like Conservative Thinker, Bonnie Liberty Belle, Hands Off America, Defend Arizona, BeArmed Citizen, Palin ECoalition, American Freedom, Rosie On the Right, TeaParty Pac, Tea Partyagainstamnesty, Vigilant Patriots, American Patriots, Tea-party Patriots-kc, Fort Bend Tea, Berks-Reading Pa Tea-Party, LoudounCountry Tea Party, Mid-Mo Tea-Party, Cooper-County Tea-Party, Callaway Tea-Party, Midsouth TeaParty, Tri-Country TeaParty, SouthCoast TeaParty, Daniel John TeaParty Patriots and Maury-County Teaparty-Patriots.

The colorfully named groups on Facebook dominated a good portion of the networking site with names such as American Majority, American Solution, Armed Forces Tea Party, Being Conservative, Black Tea Patriots, Charleston Tea Party, Citizens Against Government Waste, Clear the Bench Colorado, Conservative, Conservative Lady, Fly the American Flag, IMPEACH OBAMA, Impeach Nancy Pelosi, Manhattan Declaration: A Call of Christian Conscience, National Tea Party, PatriotsList, Proud to be an American, Richmond Tea Party, Ronald Reagan, Sarah Palin, Send Barry Back to Kenya, STOP “Cap-and-Trade,” Support Our Troops, Take America Back, Take off your DAMN HAT during the National Anthem, Tea Party Brewing, Tea Party Day, Tea Party Patriots, TEA Party Patriots of Central Pennsylvania, Tea Party Union, TeaParty365, TED NUGENT FOR PRESIDENT, Tennessee Tea Party, The Right Mixx, The TEA Party Movement, True Conservatives, True Patriots, Houston Tea Party Society, Patriots in Exile, The Patriot Post, Patriot, True Patriots, Patriot Walk Across America, I am an American Patriot, United American Patriots, Virginia Tea Party Patriot Federation and One True God Loving Patriots United.

It could honestly be said that there were thousands more on Facebook groups with and estimated average of one thousand to five thousand followers in each group.

Twitter the instant messaging system that had literally millions of American patriots talking on a daily basis, shooting news and ideas across the country like it was a Ping-Pong table. The code names they used were even more stirring, reflecting their patriotism.

But all of this was flying under the radar as Election Day approached. The President was clueless to the massive grassroots gathering that had formed. Never in America’s history had the electorate been so motivated and had the tools to keep the motivation going right into November 2nd. The magnitude was beyond any analyst’s expectation because the phenomenon was a once in several lifetime’s experience. It was historic by all measures. It was an army of millions of freedom loving patriots, marching across the internet to take their country back peaceably and by force if necessary. They meant business.

How could they even know how to measure this ground swell? Polls meant nothing as they kept pointing more and more to a landslide for the newly formed Tea Party candidates and the soon to be cleansed Republican Party.

By the end of the day the President’s voice was hoarse from trying so hard to use his only asset, the Teleprompter as the 625th day of the Obama Presidency sucked on a throat lozenge.

Obama – Carter the Traitor 4:48 A.M. Saturday October 16^th 2010

Jimmy Carter was now known to be a disaster of a former President. He was the rejected, disenfranchised and indifferent bitter old man who left the ‘70s a shamble just as this President is doing to the first decade of the twenty-first century. They both are misguided twins of the dark side who think the world is civilized and without pitfalls, naive at best.

Carter was spending this evening with the President of Syria and his top security people in Damascus. It was no secret to Dave that Carter was there. Dave knew he was a loose cannon that needed to be reigned in, but it was pretty hard to tell a former President what to do, so he had him bugged and was monitoring everything he did and said.

Dave thought with guys like Carter around who needed enemies. He knew he’d sell out America for a slice of peach pie any day of the week. Dave knew that during the Presidential election Carter was bought off by Prince al-Waleed, the richest Muslim in the world, and got a five week free stay at one of the Prince’s resorts for being one of the first to endorse Obama. Carter was pro-Palestinian and had just released his book about his so called apartheid claims on Israel. Al-Waleed made sure that Carter’s book sold out, guaranteeing him millions as a kickback for his Obama endorsement.

Carter’s trip to Syria was a surprise to Dave, and he made sure his men quickly got in and out for the bugging. He went into his side office where he tracked the prayer rugs on twenty computers. He also had two computers that tracked Carter and had the ability to listen in on him live. He could hear Carter speaking and two translators responding to Carter's comments in English and Arabic.

Dave heard a familiar distinctive raspy voice in the room. The voice seemed to force all others to stop speaking when he talked. It was obvious; it was out of respect that they became silent while the distinct Farsi language was spoken. Even Carter shut up when he began to speak. This was big, Dave thought. Why would he be there, he wondered? What the hell is going on over there? Why would such a high level meeting occur with Carter and the President of Iran in Syria as the 624th day of the Obama Presidency communicated through Carter?

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.