Before I get into today’s musical interlude, here are a few more details that have leaked out regarding the deal between Lucifer and Beelzebub Bubba and BO. They met at Andrews Air Force Base to hammer out the terms.
“Let me show you how to drive this thing, son.”
Bubba agreed to give a gang-banger speech at the Democratic Convention and campaign for Big Guy, telling everyone who wasn’t already going to vote for BO that he was the best thing since sliced white bread - or at least since the Coming of Clinton.
In return, Bubba would get to name the next chairman of the DNC, and the lovely Hill would receive the full faith and credit of the U.S. President in her 2016 run.
How’s that working out so far?
“Look you two little twits, I invented the Big White Lie Machine”
Well, Big Guy Won, Debbie is still DNC chair, and Big Guy refused to take Bubba’s calls following the election. That is, until Ax-man reminded him what happened to previous “Friends of Bill” who went rogue.
Adjustments were quickly made; Hill’s retirement dinner was hastily scheduled at the Big White (Lady M was unavailable on such short notice), the TV endorsement booked; and then Big Guy Moved On.Org. Deal. Done. Or so he thought. Amateur.
Unfortunately, somebody leaked details of this Faustian deal to Ed Klein; in a brown envelope with no return address and no fingerprints.
Molsterman #1 “Win Won Four the Gaffer
Molsterman #2 “Checkmate”
Molsterman#3 “Hints and Allegations”
Molsterman#4 “The ‘Nose’ Knows”
So, there you have it, on deep background, all the information you need in order to enjoy my latest production of “Amateur: the Musical.” Let’s have a little traveling music, please (click on player):
“Nobody Does It Better”: Carly Simon
Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best
I wasn't lookin', but somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your love light
But like heaven above me, the spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from runnin', but just keep it comin'
How'd you learn to do the things you do?
And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby
Darling, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Pimping Out America since 1992
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