scribble

time now to scribble some fantasy pastiche of beltway life in the corridors of power around the white house and such, think a kind of asian looking jack nicholson as president of the u.s. and a joint chiefs meeting, possibly with a midget and a majority of women, discussing the crisis situation in some far flung country (syria today perhaps?)

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The President sat at the head of the long table, with his feet up, smoking a cigar..... to his immediate left and near his feet was a midget, the Defense Chief, Albert Longball, along both sides of the table were a bunch of women and a few men too, cabinet heads, military heads, etc, the year was }[+=, it was a parallel universe and their numbers were very obviously annoted differently to our own....

'So tell me again why we should help these sand niggers out?' the President asked lazily, almost as an afterthought, as if focusing on the perfect smoke ring were more important....

The Republican, Max Squire, rubbed his eyes deliberately and with tremendous frustration... he was terribly upset about the President's demeanor and the current status quo in Washington

'Ok, first of all Mr. President, with all due respect, they aren't sand niggers...'




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