the mCsituation 1.05
A voice crackled the audio system of the pressroom. "Hello, this is George from Dallas. Long time listener, first time caller. I have a question and a comment."
"Hey George, how's the weather in Dallas today?" asked the president.
"Actually I'm trapped in a plane over the Atlantic Ocean right now," replied George.
"Ah, I see. Well I look forward to visiting Dallas soon," said President Obtuso. He quickly added, "After my term is up. Not when I'm president, oh hell no."
"No, we don't much care for presidents who are still alive, heh heh." There was a long pause. "Heh."
"Seems to be the case there in Dallas. Alrighty, go ahead with your question or comment George."
"First of all, my comment: Guess who's baaaaaaack? It's me, George! Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh "
"Are you one of the ghosts living in the television static?", asked the president. Because I gave that TV to the Salvation Army."
The caller did not respond but merely kept on chuckling. "...heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
"Did you have a question, George in the plane from Dallas?"
"...heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
"Alrighty then, thank you for the call George but we have to move on."
Another voice, one of an old and man, interrupted. "Shut up and get on with it George! "
Obtuso's tone became incredulous. "Hold on! Is that--Dick Vice? I mean Vice Dick?"
""That's correct, the Trickster Dickster is back. Now you listen up here, Obi-wan Keyan."
"I'm from Illinois, dickweed!"
"Nairobi, Chicago, same-same. George is back. Or I'm back. At least one of those two. The nation needs my vast experience in making decisions terrible decisions in a crisis. I mean George's decisions. He makes all of the decisions. Right George."
George piped up. "That's right! Mah country needs me. And you're going to be calling *me* El Presidental El Presentiment. Presimentos. Whatever. Dig? Now get outta' mah crib.
Obtuso became furious. "Not a chance. You are both wanted criminals and must turn yourself over to federal marshals immediately. The people decide who leads this nation."
ViceDick spoke again. "You mean the sheep believe what they're told to believe for they're own good. Mostly for mine but also their's. How do you think George became president twice?"
"That's right, I'm the Decidonator. Now. I mean, again. Again and now. Or whatever. Air Force TWO out. Oh, and my first order is to the Air Force: Shoot down Air Force Uno. Unless I'm on it. I'm not on Air Force Uno, am I, Dick? "
"Goddamit George just hang up."
"Yes sir."Connection terminated", came an automated voice over the loudspeaker system.
"Phone, dial star-6-9," ordered President Obtuso.
"Sorry," replied the automated voice. "That service will not work for calls made from the stratosphere."
"Very well, then, who's our next caller?"
"Hi, this is Jedediah somewhere in the Sovereign State of Appalchia and I am thrilled that you have been fired.
The voice of a man sobbing into the phone filled the auditorium. "This is Jeb Shrub from Florida and I was supposed to be El Presimentos! Dang it all bro!"
"Oh, sorry to hear that Jeb," said Obtuso.
"Really, you are?"
"No." The president hung up.
The monitors to the sides of the pressroom were suddenly filled with an image of George Shrub.
At that moment, there was a static noise from a monitor, and then a face appeared on the one of the giant monitors.
"Hello my fellow Americans. Say hello to you old boss who is now your old boss again. Wait,let me start over...Greetings fellow americans, say hello to the bossa nova, same as the old bossa nova. Is that right? No? Well screw you. I'm the president. Again."