AUGUST 14, 2006
Word Count:250
“C’mon George, I want to go to the conference. Bill Gates is going. I want him to look at my iPOd.”
“It’s still Mr. President to you Stevie and it’s not Bill you want then, it’s Steven Jobs. We helped him invent the darn thing.”
“I still want to go. It’s my country. Geez, you never let me do anything!”
“We’ve been through this before Stevie. You’re not going to some place that promotes drugs and sex. Those people just need to learn to say no. We barely got elected and you want to upset the heartland vote? You’re not going and that’s final”
“That’s not fair!”
“Fair has nothing to do with it. Do you think it’s fair that Israel gets to keep bombing Beirut?
Do you think it’s fair that we haven’t done the same to Cuba? We ‘re all set to Launch Bay of Pigs II with an Al Qaida tie in and then Israel jumps the gun and goes after the Hezbollah and over what? A couple of soldiers? Do you know how ridiculous I look supporting that? Castro reads between the lines and takes a medical. Now that’s what I call not fair. We can’t sell an eighty-year-old with a colostomy bag as a valid threat…at least not yet. Don’t tell me about fair.”
“So what am I supposed to do then?”
“Run along now and finish up Afghanistan like you said you would.”
“Yes sir”
“And Stevie?”
“Sir?”
“Don’t sulk.”
“Sorry Sir.”
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