Sat. Jun 22nd, 2024

Scribe was in DC, which he supposes is better than being DC/AC in a very DC culture. Cause to society AC/DC is still too… SCHOCKING.

Scribe was hungry.

VERY hungry.

He tried to avoid the restaurant he went to last time because in comparison an Electrolux hardly sucks. So he went around, and around, and around the 27/50 and 110. Finally tired of reliving the same day over and over he got off. Luckily he didn’t get arrested when he got off because in DC only politicians are allowed to have dead Mrs. T.J. Hookers in their cars. (Right after Shatner screamed “Khan,” he screamed… “SCRIBE!!!!”)

He was so hungry he dropped off onto Penn Ave and went to that restaurant he stomped out of five years ago: King Junior’s Cafe. But it looked like it may have changed.

Ding. Ding.

That’s the bell that tells the owner/chef/waiter you’re there. The waiter was right there, with several sunglass wearing, black suited guys.

“What’s with all the security? Expecting criminals?”

“Hey, it’s DC.”

“Eh, ya gotta point. Oh, every politician, special interest group and pundit must be here.”

“We’re the only game in town.”

“OK, Scribe needs a menu and to sit down.”

While he sat…

“I noticed the sign out front: management has changed. That’s grand cause the last guy was worse than useless.”

“Well that’s what we’re famous for, change.”

“OK, how about the ‘release the photos’ special?”

The waitor/chef/owner just shook is head “no.”

“Must be an old menu, OK, how about some ‘no more don’t ask, don’t tell?'”

“That’s been changed to just ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.'”

“Well, as far as what you do have that IS ‘change,’ what’s on first place on the menu: your most popular?”

“Sorry, my next appointment, James Watt, is on first.”

“Then who’s on second?”

“Yes, John Yoo’s on second.”

“Scribe is confused. Maybe he should have who’s on third.”

“Yoo’s on second, Joe DiMaggio’s on third.”

“Isn’t he dead?”

“Yeah but so are Abbott and Costello.”

“OK, Scribe is just going to climb into his DeLorean and leave. But just so he knows, what’s the name of this joint?”

“Barack to the Future.”

“Seems more like Groundhog Day to Scribe.”

By Ye Olde Scribe

Elderly curmudgeon who likes to make others laugh while giving the Reich Wing a rhetorical enema.

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RS Janes
15 years ago

YOS, I’m not ready to hang up the ‘No Change’ sign on the Obama Administration just yet. Besides, he’s made a couple of changes already that have warmed the cockles (or something) of my vital organs. The mighty Republican Party is running for cover, howling like banshees as they watch their base shrink to the size of a pinhead and bickering over whether they want to lose in 2012 with a pinhead like the Palinator or a nitwit like Newt. (Did you hear today that now 33 percent of self-described Republicans don’t like their own party?) The Right is dying right before our eyes, so to speak.

Another thing is that Obama has broken the caucasian glass ceiling at the now unaptly-named White House.

And, when you have a vicious corporate vampire like Frank Gaffney, who no doubt sleeps with a sword so that he has something to rattle should he awake from a nightmare of world peace, screeching you’re a new ‘Hitler,’ you must be doing something right.

Finally, anyone who Limbaugh, Hannity, O’Reilly, Malkin and the rest of the damned hate so vehemently can’t be all bad.

He may not keep all of his campaign promises but, then again, I can’t think of one American president who ever has.

Ye Olde Scribe
Ye Olde Scribe
15 years ago

More spoof than anything else using the “change?” motif some Lefites are ranting about. Scribe generally agrees.

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