Obama Goes to Fabulous Las Vegas on September 12, 2012
By Dr. Donald W. Hendon
DonaldHendon.com
This fractured fairy tale is about what
might have
happened when Obama flew to Las Vegas on September
12, the day after the first terrorist bombings in
Egypt and Libya. Of course, it didn’t
really
happen. After all, it’s only a fractured fairy tale.
Enjoy the satire.
Michelle Obama is taking a mid-day nap. She has this
dream:
It’s early the same morning. Obama is shaving,
getting ready for his eighth quickie trip to Las
Vegas this year.
Michelle walks into the bathroom and starts
harassing her husband as usual. “Why don’t you go to
more of your daily intelligence briefings? Fox News
says you hardly ever go.”
Barack: I go more than you think I do. Fox News says
I attended 44 percent of them. That ain’t bad.
Michelle: 44 percent? I thought it was more like 10
percent! Why do you skip so many?
Barack: Well, duh! They’re called
intelligence
briefings. I’m not intelligent! That’s why!
Michelle: So who are you gonna send in your place? I
hope you don’t send that clueless Joe Biden—he’s
even dumber than you are.
Barack: That’s why I picked him, Michelle. He makes
me look good by comparison.
He breaks into his famous smile.
Michelle: Don’t try that phony Jimmy Carter smile on
me, Barack Hussein. It fools most of the people most
of the time, but it doesn’t fool me
any of the time. Remember, I’m not just your wife, I’m your
beard.
Special note to readers:
According to Kevin DuJan, the term
beard
refers to a caustic black woman who marries a gay
black man who wants to hide his homosexuality (stay
down-low,
in other words.) It’s a marriage of convenience. Go
to Hillbuzz.org for more information.
Barack cringes and then says: I wish you’d stop
trying to henpeck me, Michelle. Please stop. Don’t
make me cry again.
Michelle decides to change the subject. She asks:
Are you going to the intelligence briefing today?
Barack: Why should I? I’ve got a gig in Las Vegas.
At the Cashman Center in North Las Vegas. Gonna
raise big bucks. Kal Penn’s coming with me. You
know, the gay guy from all those
Harold and
Kumar movies. He’s also in the TV show,
How I Met Your
Mother.
Michelle: Yeah, I remember him. You made him your
Associate Director of the White House Office of
Pubic Engagement just so you could be close to him.
Barack: Kal and I will have a lot of hot fun on the
plane, maybe do a little gambling at one of Sheldon
Adelson’s casinos, the Palazzo or the Venetian.
He’ll have to shut it down to accommodate me. He’ll
lose a lot of money. That will serve him right for
being a conservative and raising money for Romney!
Both of them laugh out loud for about a minute.
Michelle: I really think you should attend the
intelligence briefing today. I heard on MSNBC that
Arabs have stormed our embassies in Egypt and Libya.
Barack: Who cares? I’ve missed so many briefings,
another one won’t count. All of the news media,
except maybe for Fox News, don’t care. I sure don’t
care! I enjoy being president—I can do whatever I
want without actually working. And today, I wanna go
to Vegas with Kal Penn. And bask in the glory of the
crowds at the Cashman Center in North Las Vegas.
It’ll give me another good chance to apologize to
Muslims for being an American! Gotta plan for my
future after November.
Michelle’s going to answer, but Barack continues by
saying: What do you think of the idea of living in
Dubai? They said they’d build an indoor golf course
for me, so I won’t break a sweat.
Michelle: I don’t like the Middle East. Hummus
sucks! So does falafel. And don’t get me started on
foul mudammes. It’s really, really foul!
Barack: Well, I like the Middle East. I feel more at
home there than I do in the US. Muslims—they’re my
kind of folks. Heck, I don’t even feel at home in
Dearborn, Michigan, and there’s lots and lots of
Muslims there. There’s just something about Muslims
in the Middle East that you can’t get anywhere else
in the world!
Michelle: Yeah, a lot of hot weather.
Barack: As they always say in Vegas, “At least it’s
a dry heat!”
As he leaves to get on the helicopter to take him to
Air Force One, he says: Hey, Michelle, I’m gonna try
and get in a few rounds of golf at one of the
country clubs while I’m in Vegas. Somebody on the
news said I’ve played more than 100 rounds since I
became emperor, er I mean president. I’d like to
play a lot more, and I just love those Vegas golf
courses with the mountains in the background.
After his speech at the Cashman Center, Obama and
Kal Penn start playing golf at one of the more
exlusive golf courses in Vegas.
Suddenly, the ghost of Liberace suddenly appears. He
says in a sinisterly sweet voice, “Stop playing
golf. Come over to my museum, which is my old house,
on East Tropicana Avenue. I’ve got a party planned
just for you.”
What kind of party? Find out in my next Fractured
Fairy Tale.
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