Posted by
Garnet92 on Thursday, September 18, 2008 1:20:00 PM
The elevator door opened amid sounds of noise and confusion coming from the lobby of the hotel. She could hear it clearer as they stepped out and approached the lobby. When they saw Sarah, the raucous shouting turned into a verbal assault – on her! Her secret service guys moved in front of her as two Code Pink “water buffalos” approached – yelling vile insults.
Sarah decided the time had come. She told her detail she would return to her room and order room service. The trio returned to an elevator and in minutes Sarah was back in her room. She quickly put on her costume and dork glasses and opening the window, Mighty Mom flew out.
The Code Pinkers were gathered with a few other sympathizers at the corner, elated that they scared the Governor back to her room. Mighty Mom dropped right down in their midst. “What the hell”? MM grasped the garments of the two Code Pinkers, one in each hand, and yanked upwards, de-clothing both at the same time. Both were now clad only in bras and granny panties. MM gave the panties a quick upwards pull, lifting both women off the ground and giving both “ladies” nuclear wedgies. She held the wedgies long enough for two nearby paparazzi to snap pictures of the two overweight females flailing about, writhing in wedgie agony. “Get plenty of pictures, guys – these are Obama supporters. This one is Sally Forth and this one (yanking the left one a little higher) is Anita Lobottome.” Mighty Mom dropped one atop the other in a 400 lb. pile of blubber (it quivered for a moment) and said, “Lay off a real American mom, or Ah’ll be baaack.” With that, she flew off.
The gathered crowd couldn’t believe what they’d witnessed. A flying masked woman with superhuman strength (and wearing a snappy red, white, and blue frock) manhandling two “plus-sized” Pinks.
Back in her room, Sarah was again pleased that she’d probably caused two women to resign from Code Pink; she wondered where the pictures would appear? The Inquirer? After a quick lunch and a short nap, Sarah was awaken by the phone. It was a producer from MSNBC who wanted an interview. Interviews were scheduled through the campaign not by talking directly to someone (and how did they get her cell number?). But she thought, what better way to joust with Chris Matthews or Keith Olbermann. She agreed to an interview with Olbermann. She’d iron it out with Dan Druff, the interview coordinator later.
It was time for an interview with the New York Times. She and her entourage went to a small conference room on the second floor. They found Mr. Head waiting outside. After pleasantries, they took some comfortable chairs and M.T.’s producer plugged in a power supply for a video camera. Sarah slipped on the dork glasses and looked into M.T. She was shocked at what she saw. It seems that M.T. likes to dress up in woman’s clothing, lacy underwear, makeup and all - actually, he made a nice looking woman. That information could be useful if he tried to play games with Sarah or trap her into something stupid.
They talked for about an hour and Sarah was satisfied that M.T. didn’t try to “catch” her on any issues – it was pretty straight forward. As they were packing up, Sarah casually mentioned to M.T. that she hoped that she would be treated fairly in the article and the web interview. Of course, he assured her that it would be fair. “I’m sure it will be, but I just thought that you should know that I’m doing an interview with the Post,” then whispering, “and that they would love to know about a cross-dressing reporter working for the Times.” “That’s blackmail,” he said angrily. “Not really M.T., as long as we’re friends I wouldn’t dream of exposing a confidence.” “But if you slice and dice the interview questions and answers the way that Charlie Gibson did, you’ll leave me no choice.” With that, Mr. Head left hurriedly.