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Fast-forward to to January 20st, 2009 in the Oval Office soon after President McCain and Vice-President Lieberman have taken their oaths of office.
McCain moves slowly to the desk there and settles down into the presiden't chair. A smile creases his face, and he looks blissfully happy.
McCain: Damn, that feels good.
Lieberman: Looks good, too, John. It suits you.
McCain: Well, took long enough to get it. I can't believe that fuckwad Dubya won it in 2000.
Lieberman: <his facial expression tightens momentarily> Well, "won" is kind of a strong word...
McCain: <laughs> Fuck, they stole it right out from under you, didn't they?
Lieberman: Should have expected it, I guess, after the way they ripped you apart in the primaries.
McCain: <now his facial expression tightened momentarily> Yeah, that Bush clan's long on power and short on nicities, aren't they?
Lieberman: <snorts> Yeah, that's the polite way to put it.
McCain: Well, we got it despite them, didn't we?
Lieberman: Yes, yes we did.
McCain: Well, you'd better get on down to the Naval Observatory before Hadassa decorates the entire place in pastel colors.
Lieberman: In a few hours. I want to stop by the Veep's offices here and start getting my staff organized. We have that war in Iran to get into motion, and Chavez isn't going to overthrow himself, now will he? <chuckles>
McCain: Yeah, about that...
Lieberman: <confused and hiding alarm> What?
McCain: I've decided to return the Vice-President's office to a more traditional role.
Lieberman: Huh?
McCain: What, did you really think I'd be as weak and dumb as Dubya and let the Vice-President be the real power behind the throne? Please.
Lieberman: But-
McCain: No buts, Joe. I'm in charge, and that's the way it's staying. I've got plenty of work for you to do. Somebody has to go meet foreign dignitaries, attend state funerals and West Point graduations, and do photo-ops with Boy Scout troops. And it gives visitors to the White House a real thrill to occasionally walk into the Veep during the tours.
Lieberman: Urk.
McCain: Now, don't be upset. If you're a good boy, break ties in the Senate in the way I like them and generally just stand by me for the next eight years, you just might have a chance to be the very first Jewish POTUS in 2016! Isn't that special?
Lieberman: Urk.
McCain: And don't even bother going to Cheney's old offices. I'm having them converted into more useful spaces. Like a jacuzzi. Gotta soak the old war wounds with moist heat, and all that. Broken shoulders hurt like a bitch when the weather changes, you know.
Lieberman: Jacuzzi?
McCain: Well, since you're not a veteran, maybe you don't know. Well, just take my word on it. And I'm having a massage room put in. Hi-def TV, small bar, cute blonde with very skilled hands, one of those vibrating Barcoloungers... you know the drill.
Lieberman: Barcoloungers?
McCain: Or Laz-E-Boys. Whoever makes them. The important thing, Joe, is that you have to be ready in case I die while in office or something. So I've taken the liberty of sending you plenty of stuff to keep you busy. You like first-person shooters?
Lieberman: First. Person. Shooters?
McCain: Video games! Oh, I forgot, you don't like those kinds of things. Well, anyway, I've signed you up for the 4-out-at-a-time deal from NetFlix, and I've loaded your queue up with plenty of things to watch. The entire first season of "24" is right there at your fingertips. And I've gotten some books for you as well. Every hear Clive Cussler? Harry Turtledove? James H. Cobb? Larry Niven?
Lieberman: Twenty-four?
McCain: Trust me, you'll have plenty of stuff to keep you busy.
<McCain starts herding Lieberman towards the exit>
After all, you didn't really think I'd share power, did you? Especially with a treacherous, betraying, power-hungry chickenhawk yellowbelly like yourself?
Lieberman: Yellowbelly?
McCain: You got me the moderates. As far as I'm concerned, your job is done until I'm up for re-election. Now, take this...
<McCain hands Lieberman a Wendy's gift card. Lieberman takes it and stares at it without comprehension>
...and get yourself something to eat on your way to the Naval Observatory. The "Baconator" is pretty good, and they offer it in a value meal. The "#4", I believe. Two beef patties, cheese, and six strips of bacon. It'll put some hair on your chest!
Lieberman: Bacon?
McCain: That's the spirit! See you in 2008!
<He pushes Lieberman through the doorway and slams the door behind him>
<Cut to Lieberman standing outside the closed Oval Office door, staring at the Wendy's gift card in his hand>
Lieberman: Number four? Barcolounger? Jacuzzi?
<Suddenly, he is run over and flattened by a jacuzzi coming around the corner and being carried by a work crew.
Workman: Oh, sorry, buddy, didn't see you there! Hey, do you know where Cheney's old offices are? President McCain wants this hot tub set up by tonight. Says he want to spend some "productive time" with his new White House spokewoman Dana Perino, if you know what I mean!
Lieberman: <lying on the floor with one corner of the jacuzzi on him, gaspsing for breath> Ja- <gasp> cu- <gasp> zzi?
End scene
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