If you smell what Barack is cooking...

Here’s the thing… I can talk intelligently about politics all I want, but eff it. I’m going to talk in this forum about politics the way I wish it was played out. Imagine if you will…

::Barack sitting in his office::

“My fellow Americans…” No, no, no… damn! Why do I have to be all political and crap? Why can’t I just be myself? ‘No one wants to see the real Barack’… my ass. How am I supposed to read this train wreck diatribe my speech writer wrote for me… I need some new rhymes…



::Hits the intercom::

“Shelly, get Luda on the phone…”

“LUDA! It’s Barack. Listen, I need some real powerful beats for my next speech… none of that Austin Powers shit, though…”

::Barack puts his feet up and falls into a day dream::

Do you smell what Barack is cooking?

::Music hits::

Finally… Barack has come back to the White House!

::soaks up applause::

You have Rudy and Hillary and the whole lot of 'em running their jabroni mouths and Barack single-handedly took them out one by one by damn one… Barack has LAYETH THE SMACKETHDOWN on their CANDYASSES!!! IF YOU SMELLLLLLLLLLLLL…

::Wakes up, thinking::

Working with Luda or Laying the Smackethdown is fine… but I think Barack can do them all one better…

::slowly nods::