The Oval Office
(Union of Socialist American Republics)
(sigh)
What is it, Comrade President?
Oh, Rahm, I bowed! Don’t know why, but I bowed to the Arab king! (sobs) I . . I just couldn’t help myself.
I know, Comrade President, but at least Reverend Wright is forgotten, eh?
From your lips to God’s ears, Rahm. Heh, heh, well . . they do call me Messiah. Just kidding.
Mmm, well, are you planning revenge on the Europeans?
Revenge for what, Rahm? We knew they were all cowards and dogs before I went over there.
True, but we really got nothing we wanted from them even though you and Michelle charmed them.
Do you really think I charmed them? Oh, I so want to be loved. (grabs a mirror)
(Phone rings) It’s Fidel. He wants to know when the bailout can be expected.
Damn those interfering Congressional fools for going to Cuba. And telling them America is racist! Even if it is true . . .
It’ll be ok. We’ll just send Fidel some GM cars. I think that market is ready for them.
Probably prefer to get tractors. The Russian ones break down all the time. Check into it, Rahm.
As you wish, Comrade President.
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