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baring no relation to anything like reality, of course.
Yesterday, Harry Reid's office, the Senate.
Harry is sitting and talking with Jack Reed about what they are going to do to respond to Bush's speech. Reed: Well, I'll just continue with what I set up yesterday. We can point out how Bush doesn't really have a plan and he is just saying the same old stuff. Reid: Yeah, that's good. That's good stuff. Now I want you to go alone and find the press room and give the secret password and not let anyone know you are going to do this, cuz we don't want, ahm, him to hear about it. Reed: You mean...? Reid: Yeah. He's been trying to push into other people's press conferences again.
Just then there is a crash in the outer office and this strange blinking red light goes off over Harry Reid's desk. His receptionist, looking all frantic and harried, rushes into the room and screams, He's here. OMG! I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him.
There is another loud crash and Reid and Reed look up to see the door to Sen. Reid's office hanging off it's hook and John Kerry, big as life and twice as angry standing before them. He points at Harry Reid.
JK: You! You changed the password again. I couldn't get into the press conference room. What the hell are you trying to pull? I have the right to use that room, just like any other Dem in the Senate.
Reid whispers to his receptionist to get the tranq gun in the closet and have it ready.
Reid: John, calm down. It's Jack's turn to have a press conference. He asked me first. It's his turn. You had a press conference just two weeks ago. You can't go hogging the Press room. (aside to Receptionist: give me the gun, now.) I changed the passwords cuz the other members were complaining. David Pryor wants to hold a press conference, but he's afraid. (Reid thinks to himself: I think he's afraid. I'm not sure. He may just be using that for an excuse so he doesn't have to give press conferences. Hmmmm.)
JK: But Bush is out there spilling more meaningless garbage about Iraq again. He's lying again and it's so obvious. I just want to rebut him. I just want to tell people the truth. He's not telling the truth again. I have to get out there.
Reid: But it's Jack's turn. I promised him. He's from a tiny state, how many chances does he get?
JK: I'm not leaving until I get a press conference too! I can stay here all day, you know. We can talk all day about frequency distribution and the sell-off of those new licenses for digital TV. (JK smiles evilly at Reid.)
Reid, who has turned several shades paler: Jack, how about a joint press conference. You might even get more notice and a 1 minute segment on PBS if you go to the press conference with John. Please? (there is a hint of desperation in his voice. He can't stand Commerce committee stuff, never could.)
Reed: Sure. John and I get along great. Let's go. This will be fun!
Reid takes the tranq gun and returns it to the closet. Just another day on Capitol Hill, dealing with the fractious, divided and press mad Dems!
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