"We're all out, boss."
"How did Wisconsin go? Oh, we lost. Dammit."
"We need a crisis to feed to the press so you can look Presidential boss. The dog isn't going to wag itself."
"Err, umm, are there any we can dust off?"
"Well, there's bird flu. Pretty dusty, but we'll see if we can make it fly."
"OK, warm up the teleprompter. And make it snappy. I've got a golf cart to catch."
Cheers!
You beat me to it! Does anyone believe the silly crisis fairy anymore?
The only sky that’s falling is on Obozos head.