Pickles does Iraq - a DU bedtime story.

Like it or not, Pickles is the only person in the White House that has a positive approval rating. She is still dumber than a fence post, Xanaxed into an alternate reality and is still trying to be a Bab’s anti-clone (she would have her dog write a book but the dog doesn't like her or Chimpy). But she is all they have to redirect the corporate media away from the real news. What to do, what to do?

MSM grew a bit of backbone last week and asked Snotty Scotty some hard questions (which he completely muffed), Galloway handed Coleman (and the repugs) their arses, Reid, Boxer, et al are not rolling over and playing dead, Bush is going to veto his first bill ever (and that is one that could potentially save millions of lives - he is SO not into saving anything), the American people hate him and the Congress, the war is in the toilet, government control pics of Saddam in his tighty whities are floating around, the list goes on and on, so drastic measures must be taken to get the enormous screw ups off the radar screen. Scene fades to the WH living quarters ...

Chapter I -

Pickles ensconced in a cushy, soft easy chair, shoes off, feet tucked neatly up under her, eyes clearly out of focus. Over in the corner of the room we see the first daughter and the spare swaying, giggling and doing dead on imitations of Daddy Chimp at his last news conference (they don't have to say a word - using a lot of shrugs, smirks and blank stares). Upon closer inspections we also see Pickles and the twins knocking back Jell-O shots, chain smoking and perusing through this month's copy of some "Lameass Women's Monthly." She and the girls are taxed (as rich bitches the only thing they are taxed) with deciding if more Botox is going to be needed this month.

Suddenly the door slams open, Rove, red-faced and sweating profusely rushes into the room (it is hard word being president). Taking in the scene he quickly calculates how long it will take to sober up the first lady and then proudly announces, "Pickles! Road trip! Get packed. The MSM circus begins.

Chapter 2 -

DUs can take the story from there...

Anybody up to adding to the story? What happens next?

royal screwing. Nothing less would be expected of Pickles.