How Joe could win the election. From Karen Kwiatkowski at lewrockwell.com:
“Jill, you up? ….Dr. Jill, you awake?”
“Go back to sleep, Joe! It’s the middle of the night!”
“Mmm…OK”
Joe stared at the ceiling for a minute. Maybe it was an hour, thinking, dreaming, half-awake, half asleep. Where the hell is that red phone? I remember distinctly that when I was a Congressman we had a red phone. I saw it, it glistened in the sun like the hairs on my legs….
Joe gets up, and begins to wander around the room. All of a sudden, he sees it, sitting on a small table, across the room. A 1960’s style telephone, with a red light blinking.
He shuffles towards it.
Muscle memory takes over, and Joe picks up the receiver. “Hello?” He hears a voice he doesn’t recognize, speaking slowly in accented English. “Who’s this?” he asks. “This is Vladimir Putin! Good morning! How can I help you?”
Joe goes blank for a minute, but then gets an idea. He’ll converse with Bad Vlad, because his staff never lets him do that, just like they try to limit his ice cream, and give him those little pills he doesn’t like before a big speech. It feels a little sneaky, and Joe has always loved getting away with something, and being under-estimated. He’s always been a naughty boy. He feels like talking now, and no one can stop him.
Who really holds the nookular (h/t-Shrub) football?
They’ll just cut the mic or a test pattern technical difficulties will come on the telescreen if he has a Freudian Slip that reveals too much.
A Joe Slovo dream of the new West South Africa is always on his mind.
Regarding Tupac, he didn’t have any problems until he made the Don Killuminati album under the Makavelli alias and he should have had some protection on him in Sin City.
What a fly on the wall scenario mind melter by the lovely KK! (hat tip)