Mitch, John and Mr. President are going to work wonders with the economy, immigration reform, women’s issues and health care over the next four years.
“Nice speech, John,” Mitch says, in a conversation they should be having right about now, in John’s office.
“Thanks,” says John. “I hope I looked sad enough.”
“You were fine. Made you looked respectful of the past, and concerned for the future.”
“Do you think the President saw through it?”
“Of course he did. I’m sure Axelrod said to him, ‘Mr. President, we are watching John Boehner introduce the Republican campaign strategy for 2016.’ And the President said, ‘At last!’” Mitch gives John’s shoulder a fist-bump. “Stop being so adversarial. You have to change your way of thinking, John. Old habits die hard, but it’s okay if the Democrats know we are truly going to meet them halfway.”
“No, John!” shouts a voice through a crack held open by a foot in the door.
“Shut up, Paul,” says John.
“That’s more like it!” grins Mitch. “Say after me: ‘A new era for America.’”
“A new era for America,” repeats John.
“’Where Obamacare becomes Americare!'”
“Aaaiiiieeeee!” screams Paul. There is a thud of a body hitting the floor, then shuffling, dragging noises as Paul’s shoe disappears from the door. The door quietly closes.
“Where Obamacare becomes . . . becomes . . . “
“That’s fine, John,” says Mitch, handing him a handkerchief. “That’s enough for today.”
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