Polly couldn’t believe what Blake was telling her–Blake had just heard on MSNBC–Michelle Obama was leaving Barack and the White House to marry George Clooney and start a new Hip Hop record label featuring former politicians like Newt, Romney, and Janet Reno . . .
It had been a strange costume party; everyone had come dressed as an assassin. But hey, everyone there was an assassin bug, what could you expect? Still, thought Herman (the host), it would have been nice if someone had been an Elvis , a Mick Jagger, perhaps Madonna, or maybe had worn a Richard Nixon or a Barack Obama mask. But that, thought Herman, was the problem in throwing a party for insects–the hive mentality ran strong . . .
The story broke when the Washington Post political correspondent noticed the president seemed to be less animated than usual, and finally the story came out: President Obama had Madame Tussaud make a stand-in to sit at his desk and sign documents so that he could go on an arctic bear and seal hunting trip with Vladimir Putin with their shirts off and do a little male bonding. By the middle of the second day, he was wishing he had sent the Madame Tussaud stand-in and stayed home where he could have the secret service do the shooting, and he could have stayed warm. . .
When Larry’s accountant finally explained what he thought (though he was still unclear on) about how Obamacare would affect Larry and his herd, Larry did the only thing he could think of —he headed for Canada with the girls and the kids. . . . David, Sf.G.
Janine was beginning to think her mother either had early onset Alzheimer’s or was just plain wacko. Her mother claimed, and swore it was true (you know the major papers don’t lie), that tabloids claimed Condoleeza Rice was converting to Islam along with President Obama, and after the conversions, she was becoming his second wife and working for ACORN doing community organizing. As soon as the FBI released the paparazzis’ camera memory cards, there would be photographic proof–provided the photos didn’t implicate Michael Jackson or Elvis. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Nadir (pictured, (right) had been told on local TV that some important dignitary was going to be visiting and bringing major funding for agricultural projects. There seemed to be some confusion as to who was coming; some said the US Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, others said Vladimir Putin, still others, Hugo Chavez. Nadir didn’t care, it could be Barack Obama or Lady Gaga; until there were boots on the ground and a check that could actually clear his bank, he was waiting . . . . David, Sf.G.
