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[alicebluegown16]

Title: Attack Dog
Author: alicebluegown16
Rating: PG-14/R (for themes, not porn)
Summary: John McCain meets a real pitbull.
Characters/Pairing: John McCain, Rahm Emanuel, Barack Obama, implied Obama/Emanuel if you choose to read it that way.
Author's Note/Warnings: This fic is inspired by a quote from the Newsweek Election Post Mortem. This fic is not

Comments

[ransom_gillis]

Excellent! BRAVO! This was absolutely fantastic!

Wow, I hope you write more. I loved the dialog here, it rang so true to me. Especially Rahm's.

More, peeze. :)

[nenya_kanadka]

I commented over on the other comm about this, but I wanted to say that I really love your use of language in this--the metaphors and allusive phrases and such. It is really bright and vivid, and the pacing of the dialog is perfect. It has heart to it. :D

I think the line that made me laugh out loud hardest was "Maybe he was visited by three spirits or something"! Rahm would make an excellent Ghost of Fucking Christmas Past, wouldn't he?

[vibishan]

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

*flails and squeaks irl*

You...omg this is awesome. I love it so much.

It's...the political bits make *sense* and Rahm is so *fucking* in love and he's terrified of the same exact horiffic things *I* am and, and God, the idea of somebody making people *pay* for waking up this mob they can't put back down is just the best vindictive but also kind of *justified* wish-fulfillment badassery ever and.

ilu. ilu so much. Write lots, okay?

[alicebluegown16]

Thanks.

I'm glad someone besides me thinks it makes sense as this was a profoundly selfish exercise. I wrote it to make myself feel better once it became obvious that they would not as SNL put it "Strip Lieberman naked and force him to walk home to Connecticut."

[jaded110]

He could have been killed. He could have died, all those Secret Service agents, they’re just men; they can’t be everywhere at once. Barry, you stupid optimistic dumbfuck insisting on going out into the crowds, shaking every single hand and kissing every single baby. ‘I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much, Rahm.’ He doesn’t get it. Doesn’t get that he’s not invincible, doesn’t get that it didn’t have to be an elaborate plan, all you’d need is a single whack job who happens to get lucky one day.

... I said that exact same thing to my mom! Well, not really, but it was damn close to this.

I'm so glad that he has Rahm now

[hohaiyee]

...to look out for him.

I remember hearing accounts from people attending an Obama rally during the campaign...where they were waived through without being checked because there were long lines, WTF?

[intrigueing]

Great, amazing story. Just...amazing. You write so incredibly well, your grasp of character and atmosphere and dialogue is so brilliant. Also, I cannot think of a more brutal ass-kicking than what Rahm gave McCain. Yes, the characterization of McCain was just a tad harsh, but hey, this is what *could* have been, and we never really know exactly what's going on in the minds of politicians. Also, I think part of the reason your Rahm characterization was so fabulously fantastic and made me fall in love with him so hard is because he reminded me strongly of Josh Lyman from the West Wing in this fic. The whole "grudge" line reminded me of a certain scene...anyway, once again, flawless story. Especially love the end.