Obama – Going Down Fast – 11:32 A.M. Tuesday September 28th 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 intents and 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.

 
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