Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Obomba Sex Club and the Snuff Film Sauce
Watch the enemy, watch you – HUBZone Hawaii – Viewing the Pentagon hit
For early character development, see http://www.usdoj.gr/ebook/
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Chips uses lightning strike and power failure to infiltrate the enemy – those who would stomp on the flag and ask G-d to damn America. The Obombas have patched K Street Sex Lounge into a snuff film archive controlled by HUBZone armed guards at Naval Computer and Telecommunications Area Master Station-Pacific Hawaii. K-Street guests come to the club to watch and trade in preferred snuff films after viewing on 14 plasma TVs, a commercial-quality projection screen and 20 LCD monitors. Customized content can be built through state-of-the-art computer network for multicity DOJ Pride video partners. Unbeknown to victims, all sex trades of snuff films and sexual antics during orgasms are recorded for later extortion via Iridium Gateway. Defense Information Systems Agency uses dedicated ground station in Hawaii with encrypted terminals, including NSA chips embedded in the handsets courtesy of Bruce McConnell to keep snuff films private. Navy brass have 1,000 handsets through HUBZone contracts to exploit victims with gentle reminder if they transgress they die on film. Hamish clippers in Counter Intel on Barack Obama as emcee for the Obomba* sex club and guest list details on probable disguises of Sidley Austin associates Bernardine Dohrn and Michelle Obama, HUBZone recruiters Jamie Gorelick and financiers Paul Desmarais, David Rockefeller and Lester Crown with General Dynamics [Iridium] C4 and the Chicago Council on Global Affairs. ADuc team watches the guests watch the snuff film of the 9/11 hit on the Pentagon when AMEC’s HUBZone contractor blew up US Naval Command Center, killing Fish and Dyke. Obomba get recorded rocks off in hard core lesbian taffy pull. Thomas Barnett and BHO co-present prizes with bodily fluids offered for best live-broadcast snuff film. Chips gets online recordings of stimulated suspects and simulated attack maneuvers for Operation Plum Sauce. On the Happy New Year's, Chips hacked the DOJ-Pride console operator in Hawaii who was shocked to witness a thunderous bolt of lighting strike 1301 K St. NW at the end of the Eve of Destruction; 14 plasmas and the main screen behind the man in the empty suit issued a warning written in red: I'm no stranger to the rain, I'm a friend of Thunder Friend is it any wonder lightning strikes me I've fought with the devil, got down on his level But I never gave in, so he gave up on me
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The lightning strike the previous evening had been the talk of the morning radio and TV shows around the Washington, Maryland and northern Virginia area. There was not a single weather person in media who could recall a lightning bolt this late in the year. To some it seem like a bolt from the blue, only it had been dark. As Stone and Homi had been up for a security sweep with Duke, Dyke and the rats that Roland and Rhonda had enlisted,, the Beth El shooters of Team 3 met them at a coffee joint to discuss security status, known threats, and deployment of assets for the big New Year's Eve event at the K Street Club where the Obombas seemed to do a lot of campaigning around the viewing and swapping of snuff films. As they were about to be briefed by Dancer and Fish, a loud thud provided a nerve check as a bale of 50 newspapers hit the sidewalk next to where they were assembled having their morning coffee with Captain Morgan, and in the case of Roland's privateers, a little Gouda and Fromunda cheese. Stone eyed the front page stories:
“Mysterious Lightning Strike darkens 1301 K Street NW – Security Tight at K Street Club as Presidential Candidates Bob for Plums”
He scribbled a note on his open palm to share the photo with his father Chips, knowing that at this time of the morning Vicky would be sharing her palm with Chips in hopes of getting the party started. Stone knew that his father would have a sage view of the significance of the lightning strike and how it relates to the "security" issue. Stone harked back to the song Rosie, by Jackson Browne, and wondered how many Americans understood the steganography of the lyrics of Rosie. Stone was at the point in the song where 'looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie' and wondered if the lyrics were popular at boys boarding schools, prisons, or with the members of USDOJ-pride. What hopeless pud-faces, he thought. He saw on his Clipper that his father had disengaged Vicky, probably for more Smoked Oysters and EOPs; he took the chance.
"Dad, Stone. I am down with Homi and the security package having a little eye opener. Have you seen the front page this morning?"
"No but I have about 3 minutes while Vicky fixes her hair, go ahead".
"The headlines are "Lightning Strike" and "Security Tight" and I know you will have an oblique response so fire away while Captain Morgan and I enjoy our coffee."
"Stone, the media is owned and they don't know jack-diddly. The lightening is control by Mr. Bigg, and He aims it and releases it for His purpose, at His timing. If the PFers trying to kill America persist, expect more lightning, more Thunder and more hurricanes 'warning' America. Regarding security and tight, I have been working security since 1967 when as a high school senior at Punahou Gen. Hunter H. Harris, IV, USAF brought me 'online'. Remember, he is the general who got me into Annapolis. There is no real security for anyone if they operate outside of the 10 commandments. Remember, as Curtis Mayfield said in "People Get Ready", a song recorded by the Impressions, "There is no Hiding Place Against the Kingdom's Throne". Regarding tight, Vicky just turned off the bathroom light so I better run along. Just to underscore this lesson, go to the Operation Plum Sauce briefing guide, look in Chapter 4 'administration' and see the back ground references to Bill Ayerz and Leslie Crown-Vic. Billy Boy, Bernadette Dorn-Knob, and Leslie Crown-Vic are going to find out that when they're stomping on old Glory, they're walking on the fighting side of me, with a tip of the sword to Merle Haggard, Capeche?"
"Funny thing dad, Homi and I were just briefing Roland, Rhonda and the KRV Rangers, and we saw a photo of some dipshit stomping on a flag in the alley, Homi tasked the Rats to chew up any of the Treason Trio if a second bolt of lightning was a clear signal from Mr. Bigg. Duke and Dyke were miffed, or in Dyke's case muffed, that the Rats got the Hit clearance. Homi said death by canine is too swift, but chew-job by Rat was nice and slow. Dyke SNIPHED the rats and found 5 with rabies and they are the lead element of the main bank strikers; but only if a second bolt of lightning occurs. Homi did authorize a supporting Operation Canine Urine to drive the message home to Ms. Dorn-Knob, Billy Boy and the ever radiant Ms. Leslie Crown-Vic in hers/his/its chic strapless gown with matching pumps and sequined hang-bag."
Stone was pouring a little more Captain Morgan into his coffee cup, and Homi's, as a 'routine' clipper was annunciated on his Meatloaf and Homi's violin case simultaneously.
'Fish and Dancer, looking for green lights from Hamish, Chips, Vicky, Nano, Homi, Stone and Amelia'.
As Fish and Dancer saw six of the seven greens, Fish spoke first: 'Coconut Willy's had some patrons in last night from Iridium and the Bank in Hawaii's HUBZone and they were laughing about being out of the office early as all the 'top queers' had headed to Washington. Be alert for Tiny Bubbles in the wine tonight at the big Plum Sauce assault on America, also the Thuraya branch in Dubai concurs and suggests Chips and Vicky 'go Arab' unless better strategy becomes necessary after the 11th hour SNIPH at Tomoye, Sidley Austin and MI, capeche?'
'Dancer on the line, from Mossad a coded message for Tacit Blue, EITAM suggests Thai garb as a prostitute from BangCock who trolls for sheep lovers, perhaps disguised as Phuc Ewe, however the contradictory suggestions are being worked at the highest levels of Abel Danger UC in Fargo and Vancouver. No worries, solid answer by 2000 tonight, an Immediate Clipper call to all will occur no later than 1930. Also from MI3 news of a moderate earthquake off Lesbos Island in Greece very close to the last known position of the Albogas 37 on which Nano was known to be aboard. In as much as we have had no response from Nano, 3 assets from Istanbul, Antalya and Dubai have been dispatched. Captain Joachim was a seasoned Captain. Nano, Fox and d'Cartier apparently were on board to mourn the loss of Captain David Hunter, or celebrate. Our Antalya, Turkey office has the hammer on this, Dancer and Fish complete, ready for any questions.'
'Fish and Dancer, Hamish here, please find out if AMEC was working any projects within 30 miles of the last known position of the Albogas 37, we had a roach clip on the flying bridge so Thuraya would know exactly where it faded. Good luck in the rescue 08 of the Albogas 37,' came the coded response from the 64 year old Hamish as he played peek-a-boo with Raven's kisser. Over in Room 205 Chips was listening with one ear as he was playing 'hide the salami' with Vicky, and in this case she was no quicky. As he prepared to exploculate he wondered if the Roach Clip had been from the batch designed by 5th Wing Contractors at Goose, if so it would be older technology than the Roach Clips provided to Israel, Australia and Turkey.
From the coffee house Stone reported: 'Wardrobe in 211 reports all costumes, bugs, gerbils and DRDs are ready. Suggest getting into characters at 2005 and the Limos will be lined up out front at 2020 with Beth El shooters in four Crown Vics. Homi and Duke will be in Harley One with Dyke, unless it rains. Roland and the KRV-virus Rangers will be in a Shriners’ mini car, barring lightning forecasts. See you all in 211 at 5 after 8, Stone out'. click-click.
As the group sauntered away from the coffee house, in Room 205 the pace was being picked up.
There once was a man from Eau Claire,
Who serviced his wife on the stair,
The banister broke,
He doubled his stroke,
And finished her off in mid-air.
The message was loud and clear to Vicky. She was to liaise with a Wisconsin politician on the stairs during the party, and if he tried anything unsavory, she was cleared to fire. Apparently Chips understood also as he exploculated, withdrew the air refueling probe after doubling his stroke, and pointed at a shadow on the wall behind Vicky. He reached for his Glock as Vicky also reached for something ending in ock. He noticed the cock on the wall said 1123.
Outside the window of Room 205 a silhouette of a skinny woman held what appeared to be a Magna cum Laude Degree from Baylor in her left hand, and a SMACsonic sandwich in her right hand. As Chips and Vicky fondled each other's genitals they watched knowing that Duke and Dyke had never been penetrated before. Just as the skinny woman raised her right hand to toss the SMACsonic sandwich, a chorus of howls and Rat chirpings alerted 'the world' that a Harvard graduate had just fallen into a dumpster filled with KRV virus below Room 205, while in 205 the manual stimulation of opposing genitals was replaced by the real thing as Chips got in the groove and Vicky was picking up what he was laying down.
Acronym Finder: KRV stands for Kilham Rat Virus, however Abel Danger under cover knows Kilham is short for Kill 'em, capeche?
Ruth Buzzi-Le Peu was appointed Assistant Administrator for Regions and Center Operations in June [redacted]. In this capacity, she oversees operations in the Agency’s nine Regions and the Mike Monroney Aeronautical Center including the FAA Academy and the FAA Logistics Center. The FAA’s regions stretch from Hawaii and Guam, [where it is predicted that on 7-20-08 a B-52 will crash], in the Pacific to Alaska and throughout the Continental United States, Puerto Rico, and the Gulf of Mexico. As the Assistant Administrator, FAA’s nine Regional Administrators, who serve as the senior aviation official and spokesperson in their geographic region, and the Director, Aeronautical Center in Oklahoma City, report to her, and Abel Danger uc will determine who she reports to, in French.
Prior to these assignments, Ms. Buzzi-LePeu spent 17 years in Washington headquarters. Her positions included FAA Chief Financial Officer and Budget Director as well as senior policy and legislative advisor on FAA budget and financial management to the FAA Administrator and Secretary of Transportation. She also mis-managed budget modernization programs and management reengineering programs. She holds a Magna Cum Laude Bachelors Degree in Education (Mathematics and Latin) from Baylor University and a Masters Degree in Pubic Administration from Harvard University. Abel Danger uc is close to finding her total flying time and the breakdown between airline time and supersonic fighter experience.
As EMT and Police assets removed Goofy Ruthie from the dumpster filled with KRV, Homi, Duke and Dyke walked up and handed the On Scene Commander the SMACsonic sandwich and Magna Cum Laude degree that had fluttered to the ground in a manner not dissimilar to Mohammad Atta's passport 6years and 3 months prior. As the reports were filed, a dejected Ruthie Buzzi-LePeu sat on a bench looking like Little Miss MUFFet.
She amused herself by recalling the limerick her father had taught her:
There once was a Ruth from Nantucket,
Who smelled like a rotten fish bucket,
She filed me a tort
And bitched with a snort,
When I told that old Ruthie to Phuc it.
As the Paddy Wagon hauled old fish bucket to get her prints and photo taken before a USDOJ-pride fairy gets her off [ hmmmhhhh ], Homi had the presence of mind to think of the legal party in Chicago named Paddy. He clippered Chips who saw the caller ID LED and hit the 'boink' light, letting Homi know that his message would be answered in the order it came, right after Chips and Vicky. As Homi, Duke, Dyke and the KRV Rangers returned to the DHL van, all ADuc assets rested up for the very important Plum Sauce Ball, as Rudy G wondered which dress to where. Sleep came easy to all except Chips, who was dishing out all that Vicky could take, and that is saying a mouthful. As Vicky repositioned to the suspended rattan chair above the Irish Ham to do some spinning, Chips thought back to what Albert Einstein had said in a Clipper Call years before.
The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
Chips smiled as he saw the similarity this metaphor had with the USDOJ-pride fairies on one hand, and the rest of DOJ on the other thumb. As Vicky could sense from the temperature and engorgement that exploculation was imminent, she crawled out of the spinning chair to get a little 'top time' as Old Chips rolled over but did not beg. As the exploculations – plural – went off so did Chip's squirt gun clipper deal. The cock on the wall said it was 1915 so he knew this wasn't the immediate clipper he was anticipating as Vicky grabbed the can of Redi Whip.
'Chips, Lengthy Portion, secure, go'
'Dancer with a routine, a Mineta SNIPHER in Suite 450 just monitored a call coming in to the Hornet's Nest, seems a woman who parts her hair in the middle will be looking for a leak tonight, if you follow, she also mentioned a coded message in her call to Amelia and we haven't cracked the code as of yet, although we have a call coming in for the AXA Gallery, standby. Dancer, KMPG, Zug, go ahead ........ I understand, thank you Senator ..... Sorry Chips, a female caller from New York just suggested if the woman looking to take a leak from the part in her hair comes to the ball, she may mention Bobby's Girl, and strangely that is the same phrase that was left not 5 minutes ago on Amelia's answering machine.'
'Copy all Dancer, see you soon for the Immediate priority call, Chips out'.
'No Chips in' cooed Vicky and she went about the removal of a half a can of Redi Whip. As Vicky was doing some very pleasant negative pressure work on the pitot tube, Chips opined thusly in a laconic manner, 'Be alert for any woman at the party tonight who says her desire has always been to be Bobby's Girl, I think the Bobby may be Bob E Strurgill, or his street name, Bobby the Eel. As Vicky nodded in the affirmative Chips' pleasure was heightened. Turn about is fair play so as Vicky was choking down an incoming, Chips emptied the Redi Whip can and initiated the removal of evidence not dissimilar to the efforts performed at Ground Zero and Shanksville. Those efforts perhaps never would have been understood completely had a female SSgt from the Pennsylvania Guard not be sexually harassed by an officer in her chain of command; code name Wood-Tick. Vicky was getting a licking as the Clipper lit up all over Washington, and also a raft off Lesbos Island.
As ALL 7 responded immediately and were joined by two other responders, Fish in the Hotel Lobby, and Natalya in OKC.
Dancer spoke while Clippered 'immediate' to Mossad, MI3, and Alice Springs/Orange Grove. 'This will be brief, please get it right the first time, recorders in 3; 3, 2, 1, press. From the snitch in Gatineau a suggestion Chips wear the Male Porcine costume, the lady in Gatineau says any one who follows you closely will be a PFer, suggest a name such a Butch Boar or anything that rhymes with Gore, as in Blood and Gore, who benefited from the hit on Cantor Fitzgerald.
Hamish is to be in his AKC Judge costume and will be able to give prizes to the three USDOJ-Pride lesbos that seem most canine in their hygiene and appearance, Hamish please tell Raven we have some disturbing news regarding her sister, Nano will elaborate.
Vicky, you will be the pre-briefed Thai hooker named Trec Phuc and you will have a male sheep, a black miniature Southdown Ram, on a short leash, he will have a blanket on his back with USDOJ-Pride Ewe in Pink and will have pistol grips instead of ears. You will work as the Phuc-Ewe tandem looking for Senators, Members of Congress or Cabinet members with sweetheart mortgages, small penises, huge egos, or in the case of the Wisconsin Weatherman, all 3.
'Nano, sorry to hear of the earthquake, if that's what it was, news out of Dubai has reason to suggest AMEC, just like the Katrina deal in New Orleans where La Farge had a barge. Any quick news on Fox, d'Cartier or Captain Albogas?'
'Hello all, from my life raft 3 miles off Lesbos Island. The Albogas 37 turned turtle early into my dive. Fortunately I had sufficient air to stay under until I could make sense of the threat. The signature of the 'event' was consistent with AMEC, not earthquake. Captain Albogas was clinging to the transom when I last saw him, d'Cartier's body was floating for a while, then disappeared. Fox's status unknown. Sadly, after the events, so many sharks converged on the wreckage of the Albogas it looked like a gathering of USDOJ-Pride attorneys. More news as I learn of it, I miss you guys, capeche? Nano out.
'Thanks Nano, search south at 3 miles just above the waves for an Angel off the Nimitz, Godspeed, over to Homi now, please have Dyke and Duke wearing pink collars and regardless of how she bitches, tell Dyke to wear that pink doggie Merkin, it is for the common good. Give Duke his 'doggy downer salt peter bone' so he doesn't get pink fluff all over his dork or worse yet, make Dyke's embarrassment go outside-in. Homi you and Stone will have the Glocks, the spray and the hammer over the Beth El Shooters. The Beth El shooters will be dressed as Butlers, and the Hillel Dancing Jews will be backups in case things turn to brown, and I don't mean UPS. Homi, you will wear your street clothes so you will stand out in this crowd.'
'Stone, MI3 advises you to go in your Treetop Lover disguise and they suggest the Juniper head dress so no one thinks it odd you smell like Bombay Sapphire. To give you a force multiplier [ FM....hey swany FM ] a Madam Quan Butler who is a DC local and understands Jive, will be your Tai Quan Do asset, she will be drinking a Gibson.'
'Amelia, the brain trust agrees with your instinct that you should go as a Queen Hornet so the 'usual' suspects don't start to think you've turned or gone bad."
'Natalya, thanks for the surprise clipper, your status?'
'Natalya checking in from The Chief Motel at 912 South Commerce, Ardmore, OK. I am shacked up with the Supervisor from Local 2097 who was on duty during both
Amalgam Virgo and Global Guardian. Seems 'shorty' is having trouble with his big chief. After he talked me into a boink I told him I had to freshen up in the shower as I had a friend visiting me. I noticed in his shaving kit cadet sized condoms and some Viagra/Cialis type stuff. I cut the tips off the rubbers so I might get some dna but I doubt it because I also swapped out his Viagra/Cialis with some 'Salt Peter Sayonara' and he's been in the bathroom flogging his dummy for 30 minutes and if it evers comes up he will be a game time cancel due tennis elbow, capeche? Enjoy the Plum Sauce Ball and I will Clipper back if 'shorty' generates any plum sauce of his own, Natalya out.'
'Thanks Natalya, if The Big Chief is a no-show, count your blessings, go to the bar and have a stiff one courtesy of Chips. And now over to you Fish, please dress like a G-man, cheap glasses, ill-fitting London Fog, big watch, the whole enchilada. Introduce yourself to the Afghan Commander and listen to see if Afghan and Obomba talk at all about Operation Bhutto Haarp, if they do pull out your boner-cam and jerk off several close ups please. That's it folks, time to party. The LT1 Super Trick, pisswicked 96 Fleetwoods will be at the curb at 2008, we moved it up due to traffic lights still malfunctioning due to that lightning strike. Good luck and Godspeed, your mission to save America on this 'Eve of Destruction' cannot be overemphasized. One last change to the 5 paragraph order, if you see Park Police Assets be they cars, choppers or badges pay close attention. If the signs say Pork Police they are us, if the signs say Park Police,they are them. The Cock on the Wall says it's rodeo time. Dress up, gussy up, mount up and kick some major league Poon Tang, and I don't refer to the Vermont ANG or the Texas ANG, capeche, Dancer out.' click-click.
At rooms 201 through 213, a flurry of significant-other costume changes were taking place, as an AMEC bread van pulled up across the street from the hotel. Not far away at 1301 K Street 4 identical AMEC bread vans were remotely positioned by a HUBZone Cyber Spook. As Vicky checked her hair and asked Chips if she looked fat, another unseasonable bolt of lightening darkened K St Northwest from 8th to 16th, while in the DHL Van Duke growled and Dyke Bitched as the KRV Rangers put on their little rat gunbelts [ LRGs ].
At the appointed hour, the troops marched through the lobby but they were not alone. Patriot Guards, Marines, Christians, Jews and Muslims all joined in the lobby having come down in 3 separate elevator cars. As the 4 elevator cars opened simultaneously, the Pink Poodles costumes from car 1 went to a Pink Limousine parked first in line at the curb. The pastel Blue Cockapoos got in a powder blue stretch parked behind the Pink Poodles, the Pastel tan tea-cups jumped in a light tan, almost flesh-tone limo parked #3, as Vicky, dressed as a Bangkok working girl led a Queer male pig with a blanket saying 'Brucey Boar-Goer' in her right hand and a miniature Black Southdown Ram with a blanket emblazoned 'Phuc Ewe' in her left hand the bell-man with the tall hat opened the third door on the right so Vicky, the Ram and the Pig, which resembled a man walking in a pig costume, jumped in opposite her in the rear facing second seat. The lucky pig got a free-shot of cinnamon to which he grunted. Homi in his street clothes led Duke and Dyke to the trunk so they could brief security issues in the trunk wearing their night vision googles, As they closed the lid, Homi reminded the group to illuminate sky-blue in case of a power outage. Duke hopped in second, and as if to demonstrate her indignance at having to wear a pink bitch-merkin she did a triple summersault into the trunk after she flipped a Chesterfield in the direction of a dark blue Crown Vic parked next to an AMEC bread van. Stone picked up her signal and walked across the street in his Juniper Tree Top tall costume and invited the short haircuts to the party. He passed a 4 pack of Grolsch thru the window which kept the attention of the donut eaters in cheap suits while with his free hand Stone placed an AQFB Mod 17 Roach Clip to the side of the car. As he walked to the limo he flipped a bird at a passing motorist which was the signal for Hamish to go live with the AQFB for a bit check. Hamish went live, got a good hit on the Crown Vic and put the Mod 17 back in standby as Stone got in the 96 LT1 Supertrick, badass, mod 17 Fleetwood with chrome muffler bearings, high torque dipstick, big meats, full race cam, solid lifters and a Punahou Class of '67 High School Tassle. As the Pink Limo led the way, the other three Limos, stayed in position, observed the speed light and took advantage of their purple funeral lights.
As Homi instructed Duke and Dyke what to SNIPH for and what to bite, Stone opened a GWB for his dad and then one for himself. Hamish had a bottle of mineral water as Vicky had a Bombay Sapphire Martini in a Ball Jar, with Claussen Kosher spear and two garlic stuffed olives. With all the metaphors including ball, spear, stuff and two olives, Chips could see it would be a great 'after party-party' in 205. He became semi engorged and Vicky could feel that with her right hand so she held up the picture of Ruth Buzzi LePeu whereupon the Irish Ham went to 'full-retract'. In the driver's seat young Swany whispered to Stone to 'check 6' where upon Stone spied the Crown Vic and nudged Hamish who pointed at an active hit on the Mod 17 at the same relative position. Hamish also pointed at a second contact paralleling the super trick Limo one block to the north and staying abreast, ready for the switch. The light rain that had been falling since early evening had turned into a heavy rain and as Hamish pushed WB57, a torrential downpour opened up from the heavens. To confirm, Chips asked Swany to tune in to WTGS, 91.9 FM as Dancer had briefed to tune that station at the onset of the rain, and if a country song came on the Christian station to consider it a sign. As the weather update faded, the volume was turned up as Keith Whitley's voice began singing:
I'm no stranger to the rain, I'm a friend of Thunder
Friend is it any wonder lightning strikes me
I've fought with the devil, got down on his level
But I never gave in, so he gave up on me
I'm no stranger to the rain, I can spot bad weather
And I'm good at finding shelter, in a down pour
I've been sacrificed by brothers, crucified by lovers
But through it all I've withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain
But when I get that foggy feeling what I'm feeling now
If I don't keep my head I may drown
But it's hard to keep believing, I'll even come out even
While the rain beats a hole in the ground
And tonight it's really coming down
I'm no stranger to the rain, but there'll always be tomorrow
And I'll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine
I'll put this cloud behind me, that's how the Man designed me
To ride the wind and answer to a King
I'm no stranger to the rain
Oh no
I'm no stranger to the rain
As Chips clippered all players 'Abel Danger, cleared to engage' the street lights went out briefly as SWAN-E's limo took the place of Chip's limo so fast that the short hair-cuts never saw the swap. When the lights came back on, the London Fogs checked the liscense plates to ensure they were trailing the correct car; 'QRS 11' was the correct plate so they went back to eating donuts and trailing SWAN-E to the DOJ-Pride Hall of Shame Ball. Meanwhile, as briefed, the pink limo pulled over for a 3 minute 'maintenance delay' while on the next block over two Pork Police Suburbans, red lights and all, escorted the speedy supertrick LT1, also with QRS 11 plates, and Swany did some good driving while Hamish ensured that the short haircuts were still parked using the Mod 17. As the supertrick LT1 arrived 3 minutes ahead, Swany went up an alley so Blue Team could get in the back door.
As Abel Danger UC got out, a Queen Hornet opened the back door, sort of like Inslaw Promis, and the ADuc group was in the shorts of the DOJ-pride partiers. Amelia looked nervous as Chips et. al. deployed. Chips turned and grabbed Vicky's BSM and handed it to his Big Sister [ BS ] in an act of brotherly love, she drained it, and without speaking expressed her thanks. She felt less nervous.
Amelia walked around to the front entrance after ensuring Team Blue was 'in'.
Once in the elevator, Team Blue was joined by a Black woman who asked 'Where can I find a stiff Gibson?' Stone reached down and took her hand as Hamish over-rode the Roach Clips and Mineta SNIPHERS within 3 blocks of the K Street Club. Everyone deployed, mingled, gabbed and gave evasive answers. Through the earpieces, all Blue Team players hear a 1 minute call to the arrival of His Grand Impotentate. Homi, checked his extra mags for the Glock, as did Stone. They could see the Bethel shooters do like wise and the Hillel shooters took their places. While Tommy Barnett was sniffing around Boar-Goer's anus, Ruth Buzzi LePeu, dressed as a pink and kiwi fruit colored skunk, introduced thusly: 'Ladies, Gentlemen and those confused, the next President of the United States of America, Senator B. Obomba.”
When BO walked to the Mic he had no way of knowing the Boar-Goer was 12 years ahead of him at Punahou, and light years ahead of him in tactics. Behind him of a huge screen came the 'price list' for what BO would be sharing during the three hour countdown to the Fag Fragging of America. In addition to his normal fee schedule, he pointed to a second 55 gallon drum where 'slush fund contributions could be attached to guest's favorite songs. Of course the major campaign contributions would determine which top 5 Snuff films would be cyber linked out of Hawaii with the snuff films showing at 10, 10:30, 11, 11:30 and which ever the top grossing snuff film was would be shown at midnight. BO turned over the Mic to Jamie Gorilla who was appropriately dressed.
'Oh Senator BO, I'd do anything to be your Attorney General, really, anything' oozed the architect of the elevator shaft explosives and vapid 9/11 Commission [ of a crime ].
'Why thank you Gorilla Woman, let's not jump the gun, the Global Guardians still have the power to plant Songbird, but just in case America is totally asleep and Rocky and the Desmoret Dipshits select me as the Great Hoax, I promise you Attorney General if you keep my wife busy so I can do a line of crack with Larry St Clair in his Limpo.
Senator BO basked in the thunderous and fairy like applause as a gorilla and a sasquatch were seen going into the private VIP lounge. As they closed the door, a tie and a sign saying 'no knocking when van's a-rocking' were hung on the knob, let's say that together, hung on the knob. Bernadine Dorn-Knob butch-walked up to the Mic and announced, tonight we have Bill Clinton to judge the dog costumes, President Clinton, are you in the house?' As everyone searched the sea of queers for a gadget bent, his wife and wannabe scowled as after the third call B. Dorn-Knob went on non-plussed. 'Well it seems he must be over at the White House speaking very slowly, so do we have someone else who could be a 'stand-in doggie judge'? asked Dorn-Knob. As his WAW [ wife and wannabe ] made a step towards the podium, Hamish shouted.
'Bernie, my name is Silas Marner and I have seen thousands of dogs in my 64 years but never such dogs as what are parading around this great assemblage, I would be happy to judge'. As all the 'who's he' looks were exchanged by Gay-Lesbian-Bi-sexual and Trans Genders who thought those faults were a source of pride fondled each other and emitted love air, Hamish went to the Mic with some 3 by 5 cards in his hand.
'Ladies and germs, let me introduce myself. I am Silas Marner and it is my great privilege and pleasure to fill in for the President tonight. I was handed a few announcements to make before we Judge the dogs. First, for our corporate clients or elected officials, if you list your request for the Best Snuff film produced by the DOJ-pride enabled Global Guardians and attach a check, we will watch those 5 snuff films in order of least grossing to most grossing. Then we will have a contest for the favorite songs to be played during the showing of the 5 snuff films. We will play them in order from 10th to 1st with the 1st, or highest bribe song, being played during the opening of the highest bribe Snuff Film. We only have 2 hours and 40 minutes so please, if you'd like to contribute to BO's campaign, attach a check to your card indicating Best Snuff yet, and place in the campaign '08 drum. To request your favorite song, do similarly and place in the 55 gallon 'superslush drum'. In 10 minutes our Judges, all from Chicago, will announce the winners. Get out those check books and let's all do our part for NATO and the Muslim World.' And in the rear left corner of the great hall of shame, a treasonous trio from Chicago stomped on the Flag of the USA.
As people were a little put off by the last remark, the three multi color dog teams lined up and Silas Marner made short work of the bogus dog judging just like the Bankruptcy Judges who corruptly impoverished the US airline industry families did a lot of bogus adjudicating. After the dog-judging was over, Silas could see a man in a Tall Hat approaching the mike with the results of the favorite snuff films. As he indicated to Silas that Silas was finished, Silas Marner turned and left the stage and went and rejoined Raven who handed him a mineral water. 'Do I look fat?' she asked.
'Do I look targeted?' he replied. Raven noticed 3 orange laser designaters on Hamish so she pushed the 'Bethel Remedy Switch'. As 12 Bethel blue lasers lit up the would-be shooters, the would-be president was getting blown away by Mr. St. Clair's naughty sense of humor.
'DOJ-Pride, I have your top offers and the winning live snuff films to be viewed tonight, via cyber link provided as an Iridium satellite city-to-city sex service by the Naval Computer and Telecommunications Area Master Station-Pacific Wahiawa gateway in Hawaii and financed with the Obamba credit card service, are:
Number 5: TWA 800
Number 4: Space Shuttle Columbia, Global Guardian's payback to Israel for the 1981 attack on Iraq's Nuclear Plant built by the OIF PFers
Number 3: Shanksville hit on UA93 when ADuc caused it to be too late to complete TOPOFF 2001
Number 2: A tie between AA11's hit on Cantor Fitzgerald and UA175's hit on Aon Corporation.
'And now, the winner of DOJ-Pride's list of Pride Enabled Live Snuff Films..............'
Number 1: The Global Guardian's hit on the U. S. Naval Command Center in Wedge One, Pentagon; with special thanks to the Arizona Senator for the A3 idea and also the FBI-Pride people for sitting on the video tapes for 6 years and 3 months, if the American people saw the two weapons that flew through Captain Gerald DeConto's office, our ass would be grass.
As acne scarred gays and flat-chested lesbos giggled and groped Chips clippered to all 'and I've got the lawnmower'.
As BO and Larry St Clair returned looking calm and satisfied, Mr. Tall Hat went on.
“The top ten grossing songs, in reverse order are:
10. 'Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' sponsored by an anonymous woman who likes Will Ferrell impersonations. She claims it was her discarded thong that became tangled in the rudder of the Edmund Fitzgerald and caused it to go down, taking it's all heterosexual male crew with it.
9. 'Eye in the Sky' by Alan Parson Project, by an anonymous donor who claims to be the 'maker of rules', including the New Rules Set that brought down the Twin Towers on 9-11 to solve vacancy and asbestos issues and also transfer ownership of Cantor Fitzgerald to the Gorey Blood boys. He identified himself as 'The Tom-Tom who has the Admirals marching to his drum'.
8. 'The Fix is In' sponsored by Leslie Crowne are her/his/its Band of Reknown, featuring Tony Rezko on the Syrian Lyre.
7. 'Evil Woman' by ELO, anonymous sponsor who reminds us all that 'she always gets her man' be it in a borrowed MD83 or a vice-entrapment. [ spitzer et. al. ]
6. 'Your Good Girl's Is Gonna Go Bad', sponsored by Queen Hornet and SWAN-E
5. 'America the Beautiful' sponsored by a Sidley-Austin mentor with a horse, or some part thereof, in the race
4. 'Summer in the City' sponsored by Ms/Mrs Bill Ayerz, as sung by Bernadette and the Dorn-Knobs
3. 'Bobby's Girl' sponsored by Ruth Buzzi LePeu
2. 'Here Comes the Judge' by a brazen wench in a Gorilla suit who has BO
1. 'I'm Your Captain' http://youtube.com/watch?v=JqNXgq2oGuM sponsored by the superslush fund, 'Everybody, listen to me.....'
Well, actually, no one will listen to you if you only have 143 days as a Senator and are unsure where you were born. Then there's that wife baggage.......
For the next two hours a lot of taffy-pulling, butt ramming and ugly women giving each other ersatz lickin’s distracted most party goers from watching the first four snuff flicks; after all they had seem them at every DOJ-Pride New Year's Eve party going back to the inaugural gig, which is the last time you will see BO and inaugural mentioned in the same paragraph. However, as the count down to midnight began and the pink balls started to come down the 14 foot phallic symbol in pastel lavender, far away in Hawaii the FBI provided film of the Raytheon A3 Sky Warrior launching an AGM through De Conto's window then being vaporized was readied to be cyber linked through Iridium to the 14 big plasma repeaters as well as the main screen at the DOJ-Pride ball.
10, 9, 8, 7, the console operator in Hawaii readied his/her/it's finger on the play button.......
6, 5, 4, 3, Hamish readied his middle finger on the reprogam feature on his AQFB Mod 17
2, 1, Happy New Year's. As startled DOJ-Pride complicit insiders from SBA, FAA and DOJ were stunned, the console operator in Hawaii was shocked when http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmysVoRBgyA came on all 14 plasmas as well as the main screen behind the man in the empty suit. As the PFer's doing the work for the Global Guardians got an uneasy feeling, a thunderous bolt of lighting made a direct strike on 1301 K St. NW at the end of the (Summer's) Eve of Destruction, and as the low battery operated storm lights came on, on all 14 plasma screens and the main screen also, the PFers were warned in the lyrics of a 1988 Country Song, and the words were Written in Red:
I'm no stranger to the rain, I'm a friend of Thunder
Friend is it any wonder lightning strikes me
I've fought with the devil, got down on his level
But I never gave in, so he gave up on me
I'm no stranger to the rain, I can spot bad weather
And I'm good at finding shelter, in a down pour
I've been sacrificed by brothers, crucified by lovers
But through it all I've withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain
But when I get that foggy feeling what I'm feeling now
If I don't keep my head I may drown
But it's hard to keep believing, I'll even come out even
While the rain beats a hole in the ground
And tonight it's really coming down
I'm no stranger to the rain, but there'll always be tomorrow
And I'll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine
I'll put this cloud behind me, that's how the Man designed me
To ride the wind and answer to a King
I'm no stranger to the rain
Oh no
I'm no stranger to the rain
I'm no stranger to the rain, I'm a friend of Thunder
Friend is it any wonder lightning strikes me
But I'll put this cloud behind me, that's how the Man designed me
To ride the wind and answer to a King
I'm no stranger to the rain
Oh no
I'm no stranger to the rain
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