The Godmother Part 8

Part 8

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/12/17/hillary-hype-shell-be-democratic-player-in-2014-no-kidding/

It was a glorious spring day in the leafy suburb outside New York. In the back yard of the Godmother's mansion, a party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, and making merry while the Godmother's favorite crooner, Barbra Streisand, was beltin' them out. In a far away corner of the house, some guy named Bill had lassoed a young wench from the party and was playing hide the baloney.



Meanwhile, in the downstairs office of the Godmother, more serious matters were at hand. The Godmother was receiving her supplicants. A Democratic politician from Bullsnuts, Iowa was running for re-election tor Congress in 2014, and he needed the Godmother's help. We pick up the action.....

Godmother:  "So Georgie, what can I do for you?" as she extended her hand remaining seated behind her desk.

Georgie bowed and kissed her ring.

"Godmother. I need you to come to Iowa next year and campaign for me. I can't win again without your help."

"I don't know, Georgie. My schedule's kind of tight next year. Everybody wants me to come to their state. I don't know if I can fit you in."

"But you must, Godmother. I would be eternally grateful."

"But, Georgie," the Godmother interjected. "Where were you when I needed you back in 2008? If I remember correctly, you were on the side of the Obama family. You didn't want me for a friend. You never even called me Godmother. Look at you now. You don't have health insurance in case you have, umm, an accident, like a ton of bricks might fall on your head."

The Congressman gulped. "Could I have a drink?"

The Godmother nodded to one of her aides. "Get the man a drink. Where's Bill? Go find'em will ya?"

The aide poured a drink, handed it to the Congressman, and hurried out the door in search of Bill. He knew exactly where to go.

"Look," she continued, "It ain't like I don't have better things to do than trapse around some cornfield in zero degree weather shaking hands with a bunch of local yokals. Besides, I'll have to do it all over again in 2016."

"Be my friend, Godmother."

"Allright. Allright. Look. The day may come-maybe not until 2016- when I will come to you and ask for a favor."

The Congressman nodded. "I will be there, Godmother. I promise." He rose from his seat and walked over to the Godmother once again kissing her ring. Then he was ushered out the door.

"Lou. Make all the necessary arrangements, will ya? Plane tickets, hotels. I'll need to get a new fur coat."

Lou nodded and walked out the door.

"Where the Hell is that Bill?"