Thursday, January 2, 2014
Happy New Year!!!!
1-Here is one marching band you didn't see over the Christmas/ New Year celebration. (manifested from collective day dreaming.) It's pp, as a high stepping, drum major in an all white uniform; suit, boots and a 3 ft high fur covered white hat with POTUSA placards affixed to the four sides, with strobing red light atop. He looked almost 10 ft tall. He held a commanding gold baton in his hand, with the Nobel Peace Prize metal welded atop the baton... it was blinking also.
2-Striding down the Rose Bowl Parade, back arched, his eyes focused on Alluh, he is unaware of his band members were peeling out of formation, like a squadron of USAF Rapters in maneuvers.
3-pp continuing forward, high stepping, strutting to the crowd noise, through the right hand turn onto Colorada Ave, where the few remaining marching band members: GI, Dirty Harry, Mother Mormon, the Black Caucaus, and a few in the trumbone section, and one drummer proceed with the balance of the parade to the end.
4-The crowd at the bend beyond Colorada Ave densified, and began to follow forward. until pp was confronted by a brick wall of a Wallgreen's Drug store. Coming to grips with the confusing state of affairs, turned and continued into the building stopping short of running into the druggist enclosure.
5-Man! Where am I? The druggist began to explain to pp, that he somehow abandoned the parade route, several blocks back, went off on a tangent so to speak, and wandered into his drug store. I got a really bad headache, give me a couple aspirin. Can't do that, this is January 1, 2014. I can't administer any drugs without your written prescription, ACA card, and proof you got ACA, aka O'Care Insurance, signed off by Secterary of HHS. Do you know who I am? No and done care, said the druggist. I'm the POTUSA. Whatever, for this moment you could be JC, but you are like the rest of the 317M+ US citizens wonderly what to do next? I, gotta get out of this gig and into some presidentional threads. Here is a phone dial 9 to get out. Someone get a cop, this guy is nuts.
no proof, no card.
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