Tuesday, October 2, 2012

And Barry Wept: An Excerpt part 3

This is the third excerpt from my fan-fic political thriller.  I was going to release it through e-book soon, but I’m talking to a number of publishers now… and some of them may be real, But probably not.

Chapter 3
To debate a mockingbird

The president sat in the oval office looking over a list of documents that could only be described as (campaign related cuz why would it be about his job).  The president inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled again.  His regulated breathing was off, and he knew this due to his super awesome health that was way better than Paul Ryan’s.  He stood up from his seat and could feel a tingle in the air, not to dissimilar than the one Chris Mathew’s gets every time he gives a speech. 

Dark storm clouds began to gather, and out of nowhere lighting began to strike.  The president was perplexed; storms weren't on the horizon for the day.  He knew this because he checked the weather before his 9 am and 2 pm T times. 

All of a sudden, like out of no where and what not, a man burst through the door.  “Mr. President I presume”?  “Yes” Obama said in a cool way, because that’s what he does and I totally can’t stress that enough. 

The man dressed in what could only be described as futuristic fashion stood approximately 6 feet tall and had a really awesome cell phone in his hands that was not on the market yet at all. 

“Mr President this is going to sound weird, but I’m from the future.  I went back in time to fix the last election.  The future I came from was terrible.  We had unemployment of about 5%, GDP growth was at an anemic 2%.  I had to go back in time and change the outcome of the election because I knew it couldn’t possibly be worse than John Edwards.  I mean think about it.  The guy is just all looks, he’s and ambulance chaser who tried to say he was all about the common man while living in one of 2 giant mansions.  So, what’s it like in this reality”?

Obama thought about it for a moment, took a deep breath and said, “Son, it could be worse.  Just think about what a McCain presidency would be like”.  The time traveler had a look of horror on his face.  “You mean you didn’t fix the economy?  What about all that hope and change”.

Obama crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair crack half a smile and replied with.  “I promised you hope and change, I gave you hope, just not for long.  As for the change, well I did change a lot.  I mean have you seen the Lincoln bedroom?  I ordered that thing repainted post haste.  Also I changed all the presets on the presidential radio”.

With his hands on his face and tears streaming down his cheek the time traveler stands up and walks out the door.

“Where are you going”?  Obama said with concern in his voice, the kind of concern that only a liberal could have for everyone, because we all know that Romney only cares about the 53% and totally not anyone else as evident by the 3 million dollars he gave in charity last year.  What a racist.

“I’m just going away; I’m going back to a time where I understood what was going on.  Where I knew what was up and down and black and white.  To a time when I may not have liked everything; but no one screamed racism at the drop of a hat.  I’m going to live in 2003”.

Obama thought about it for a second; “Can you take me with you”?


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