A comedy in three acts.

ACT ONE

Obama rails against his opponent for being out of touch. A passerby picks up a crumpled newspaper with a long forgotten story of a few weeks ago covering Obama’s private comment in a meeting with billionaires that Americans “cling to their guns and religion,” instead of voting for Democrats. John McCain walks by and Obama’s surrogates make a sport with jokes about his age, claiming he is forgetful, senile, and out of touch. McCain takes their jokes like a man, rolling with the punches, going about his business. The scene shifts to Obama meeting with his advisors, fretting that despite their glorious campaign, the One’s poll numbers are falling behind. END OF ACT ONE.

ACT TWO

On a quiet street corner, a reporter interviews John McCain, and asks him how many houses he has. McCain stammers and says he doesn’t know. Immediately, bursting out of every window and door are Obama surrogates singing praise to their man-god, claiming McCain is too rich, too old, too out of touch, and he can’t relate to the common man like the One can. Obama then strolls by with his advisors, wearing a big smirk on his face, talking about what he’ll say in his victory speech. END OF ACT TWO.

ACT THREE

The whole town gathers to hear one of McCain’s supporters speak about how Obama got his million dollar mansion from Tony Rezko, a convicted felon, with Obama paying Rezko back by sending public money to Rezko. As for McCain, he doesn’t own any houses, but his wife owns seven, all paid for with her own money. Obama’s supporters shrug their shoulders and go home. The good townsfolk gather around John McCain and invite him to attend the town barbecue held at the park. At the barbecue, Obama is holding a gold medallion on a string, trying to hypnotize the town into voting for him. The townsfolk roll their eyes and tell him to scram. Curtains!

FINIS

indythinker on August 22, 2008 at 10:49 AM