Obama meets with Bush at White House
— MSNBC headline.

That was the headline last Monday, but few details of their private conversation in the Oval Office have leaked out, leaving a vacuum for the Tattlehead to fill with imaginary dialogue.

JUNIOR: “Well, now that we got that photo-op thingy done with, let’s have ourselves a sit down.”

OBAMA: “Good idea, Mr. President. I’d like to discuss the economy”

JUNIOR: “Whoa! Let me straighten yuh out on two things here right fast: First of all, since you’re gonna be a president, too, it’s okay, you can call me ‘Dubya’ and I’ll call yuh, uhhh ‘O-Man,’ okay?”

OBAMA: “Uh, sure, that’s fineDubya.”

JUNIOR: “Good. Now the second part there about the economy see, I’m the decider, but I’m not the policymakin’ guy. You gotta talk to Baldy I mean Treasury Secretary Paulson or maybe that Ben Bohunk guy over at the Fed about the economic policy and whatnot. I just make the decisions around here.”

OBAMA: “Uh huh, I see, domestic issues aren’t your forte. Well, then, let’s talk about the situation in the Middle East.”

JUNIOR: “Heh, heh, negatory there, O-Man. Now that would be Old Sourpuss’s I mean Vice President Cheney’s department or one of the boys over to his office. See, when you’re president they just bring you stuff to sign and you ask ’em, ‘Is this a good idea?’ and they tell you ‘Yup’ and then you sign it. Believe me, you’ll sleep easy that way, knowin’ you didn’t come up with no failin’ policy like that Iraq disaster Cheney really screwed the pooch on that one, heh, heh. See, all a this crap’s complicated as hell an’ if you get bogged down in every detail, you won’t have time for nothin’ else.”

OBAMA: “I see. And that would probably apply to every other domestic or foreign policy question I might have as well, right?”

JUNIOR: “Bingo! Ask muh secretary an’ she’ll set yuh up with all the right folks to see if yuh wanta talk about all that borin’ stuff!”

OBAMA: “Well, Dubya, let’s talk about something else — what would you like to talk about?”

JUNIOR: “Well, I just got myself a new video golf game and Laura bought me this here fancy new Risk game. Heh, heh, lookit them little plastic soldiers and airplanes! You play Risk, O-Man?”

OBAMA: “Yes. In college.”

JUNIOR: “Sure is good preparation for the presidency, huh? You wanna play a game?”

OBAMA: “Don’t you think it might look a little unseemly the president and the president-elect playing Risk in the Oval Office in a time of national economic crisis?”

JUNIOR: “What the hell do I care how it looks I’m outta here in two months!”

OBAMA: “But, uh, there are only the two of us. How can you play two-man Risk?”

JUNIOR: “Ah, hell, most of the time I play with myself.”

OBAMA: “You mean you play Risk by yourself?”

JUNIOR: “Sure!”

OBAMA: “That explains a lot. I’ll pass, Dubya.”

JUNIOR: “Well, okay then, it’s video golf. Grab a controller there, O-Man, and watch out I’ve gotten pretty damn good at this thing in eight years!”

OBAMA: (Big Al Gore sigh.)

JUNIOR: “I’ll call down an’ have the chef bring up some Ho-Ho’s and Ding-Dongs tuh eat while we play!”

OBAMA: “I’m very sorry, Dubya, but I don’t have time for a video game — Michelle and I have to look at schools for our girls today. Maybe another time.”

JUNIOR: “Come back anytime; I’m here all day with nothin’ to do until January 20th!”

OBAMA: “That’s a shame. Well, I’ll be going now.”

JUNIOR: “So long, O-Man, an’ keep your pecker dry that’s all yuh gotta remember as president! I mean except with the wife, a course.”

OBAMA: “Good bye, Dubya.”

THE END (of an era.)