The choke: An inaugural tale

United States v. Pretzel

1.

It could have been worse.

Not the football game, that is. George had no horse in thace. He just wanted a Sunday off. Rooting for America was easier than running it, especially nowadays. Chasing down all those Islamofascists was exhausting. Condi’s constant briefings. Dick with his fanciful ideas. Colin and his condescension, like he knew more than everyone else. Four months later, at least the Dems were still good patriots. Towing the line like fish in a barrel, George chuckled. 

Sure the Midterms were this year, but that’s for then. As they said in Texas, don’t look a horse in the mouth when it gives you a gift.

He-he.

Then there was this place in Cuba — but not Cuba? — that just opened the other day. For the terrorists they caught. Real bad hombres, he was told, and the first of them just arrived. The lawyers kept going back and forth about it. It was never really clear to George how a place could be America and not America at the same time, but the lawyers said it was OK.

“Kosher,” Wo…