Wooo-o-o-f! My master is in a foul mood today and my mistress is keeping me and Sunny well away from him. She relented when my master said he wanted to take both us dogs outside to throw a Frisbee for us. This is a familiar routine in which my master takes a joint and a lighter from a secret compartment in the Resolute desk, grabs a Frisbee and takes Sunny and I onto the South lawn and goes through the pretense of throwing the Frisbee while he inhales lungs full of Maui Wowie. Valerie Jarrett called him inside: "Barry you are On Air in ten minutes. Do you have your address ready?""Yes,Val," he said. My master waved a sheet of legal-size paper at her, then he sat in chair in front of the cameras. A producer introduced himself and said: " Mr President, we will have a built-in five-minute delay, so we can recover from any glitches before the viewers notice. Begin your address to camera when I have counted backwards to One....the producer holds up a hand with three fingers curled up and releases them one by one. ..." Now give your address. My master said: " My address is 1600, Pennsylvania Avenue..." The producer turned pale, there was a flurry of activity, teleprompters were switched on and my master started to read from them. "My fellow Americans..." Woof! What a moron. Woooof!
