Nov 11, 2008 09:49
...an imaginary conversation:
As you may all know, president elect Barak Obama visited the White House along with his "good wife" Michelle with a bewildered George Bush at the door.
George looked at the Obamas with graciousness and pride as he said to himself: "you're not supposed to move in yet!"
Obama then gave a hard pat on Bush's back as he led him back in.
Obama: "Mr. President, I can see that you haven't got the slightest clue as to why I am here today."
Bush: "You're tellin' me. Say, you ain't due for another two months or so."
Obama: "That's why I am here. Just so we're clear on things, I want to let you know that you're still the president and you still have a lot of work to do. I mean, we're still at war, people are still in prison in Guantanamo, and the auto industry is in great need of help. This all can't wait any longer. These matters can't wait 'till January."
Bush: "There's not a whole lot I can do. You see, I'm 'sposed to have a lame duck presidency. It's my presidential right. Now's the time for me to coast into the mists of history so that one day, I may be seen as highly as president Reagan."
Obama: "He wasn't such a hot president, Sir."
Bush: "The Gipper? Gawd, he was my hero."
Obama: "Heroes aside, I think we both can agree that even though he was a very partisan president, he did pave the way for some legislation that was inclusive of the Democratic Party."
Bush: "I'll say. What did he do again?"
Obama: "Didn't you graduate with a degree in History from Harvard? You should know--"
Bush: "Ol' Harvard. They do produce good presidents, don't they?"
Obama (muttering): "Some."
Bush: "Huh?"
Obama: "Oh, you wouldn't understand. Anyhow, getting down to business--"
Bush: "Ain't you gonna move your mother-in-law in the upper White House attic? I mean, she'd be comfortable there."
They talked about Mr. Obama's mother-in-law and mother-in-laws in general for quite some time, until...
Obama: "How did we get on topic about Mrs. Robinson--oh, nevermind! Anyhow, you have a impressive office."
Bush: "Yep. And that's where yer buddy Ol' Bill, well, you know. The stain is still there. Removed it as best we could, but them infrared lights pick it up, if you know what I mean. Even with the new wall paper and stuff."
They also talked about Bush's Oval Office treasures and how Obama might get him some (how Bush pronounced) "memorabillya" of his own. Which then--at some point, Mr. Obama--looking at his watch:
Obama (to himself): I need a cigarette...
Obama: "President Bush--may I call you George?"
Bush: "You can call me Dubbaya."
Obama: "Okay, Mr. Bush, let's just say that I'm here to make this transition work and domestic stuff aside, I'm here to work with you on a few things so that I can take over the reins a bit smoother."
Bush: "That's another thing. You and that ol' lady of yours--and yer kids--gotta come over Crawford for some horseback ridin'."
Obama: "Sure, we'll put in on the calander for February 2010. Hopefully, the world won't go to hell in a handbasket."
Bush: "It already has."
The White House usher interrupts the meeting...
Usher: "Pardon me gentlemen, the women would like to join you for some tea."
Bush: "It woulda been a beer but it's a bit early in the day. I'll have some cookies, Rochon."
Obama: "Tea is fine."
Bush: "We'll good buddy. You got a big job ahead of you. But as for your presidency? Yer on your own."
Obama: "I suspected as much. 'Your on your own' seems to be the mantra of some Republicans."
Bush: "I take that back. If you ever need some consultin' on where to go when things get a little rough, there's an underground tunnel that leads to Narnia...kiddin'. You'll do fine."
Obama: "Thanks, Mr. President. It means a great deal. Now remember what we have ahead: two months of some solid work. I'm here to roll up my sleeves and get this ball rolling."
Bush: "Good thing you're going to work at this. I gotta a headache jus' thinkin' about it."
And this is where the conversation officially stopped for a little over an hour both men smiled at each other. Michelle greeted President Bush and Laura nodded quietly to her husband George. We can only wonder what went on after the Obamas left.
--the end.
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