Posted by
Garnet92 on Thursday, September 18, 2008 12:10:00 PM
Sarah was in for a day of debate practice with a stand-in for Joe Biden. She would be fielding questions and responding, all subject to the watchful eye of Deydo Ronron, a professional debate coach. Biff Wellington was Biden’s stand-in and really looked the part. More importantly, he had the speaking style and cadence of Biden down pat. The trio worked all day with John looking in right after lunch – and nodding his approval.
A little later, the group decided it was time for a break. Sarah went to her room for a “nap.” Quickly replacing jeans and a t-shirt with a snappy, red, white, and blue frock, Mighty Mom zipped back to Chicago. She hid nearby and “looked” into suited men approaching the Capitol Building. She soon found a man who had a conversation with Emil Jones the previous day. She looked deeper and found that the man (Sen. Hugh Jass) also knew the location of Jones’ office and his reserved parking spot. Not surprisingly, that parking spot contained an “S” class Mercedes. MM decided to wait until Mojo approached his car.
Mojo was relieved, he breathed a deep sigh. He was a little tired from arm-twisting, deal-making, a$$-covering, and other hyphenated not-quite-legal activities, all of which were designed to line the pockets of Jones himself or his cronies. It was hard work fleecing taxpayers.
He punched the remote and the S-class replied, “chirp chirp.” Slipping into the black leather and squirming around until his (ample) butt nestled into its personal cocoon – now he was ‘home.” Closing his door sounded a little funky – almost like an echo – uncharacteristic of the big Mercedes. Emil thought, “damn thing’s barely a year old, guess I’ll have to get a new one.” He smiled – life was good, a new S600 any time he wanted one. Easing the big V-12 into traffic, he relaxed to a soothing “Fitty Cent” ballad on the HK sound system.
The hand Jones felt on his neck startled him – it was strong and gripped him tightly. “Don’t turn around,” came a female voice from behind him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing”? “Do you know who I am”? A little squeeze on his neck silenced him. “Yes, I know you Mojo.” “Where’d that come from, only his friends – his inner circle – called him that”? “What do you want – money?” “No, not money, I want you to set something straight, I want you to do the right thing.” He almost laughed out loud – it’d been so long since he’d done anything for the “right” reason, he’d forgotten how.
Mighty Mom explained slowly and in detail what he must do. He readily agreed, knowing that he wouldn’t do what she wanted. But MM saw his deception and had anticipated it. She proceeded to tell him what she saw “inside,” what was said and by whom, the secret deals, his secret passwords, where he had hidden cash and more. In a few minutes, he was convinced that this was no ordinary person in the back seat. He was genuinely afraid. “I can find you anywhere, anytime, and make you wish you hadn’t been born – do you still doubt me”?
“Uhhh … no maam, no more … I’ll do what you say.”
“Very well, I’ll leave you now, but I’ll be checking to be sure that you’ve done what I’ve asked.” “Take the next exit and stop at that Arco station.” MM exited through the rear door and dropped a small opened vial of “Eau de moose-in-heat” on the rear floor – that would remind Mojo that he’d been visited. He immediately drove away as she flew away.
In seconds, the stench was almost unbearable. It was enough to “gag a maggot,” was what Jones kept thinking – his stomach churned, a spasm was working its way up, he was ready to vomit – but he fought it back until he pulled into his garage – and as his door opened, he let go.
Sen. Emil Jones would star in a McCain ad exposing Barack Obama for many things that no one knew about. He would provide documented evidence that couldn’t be refuted. And he would resign from the Senate. It was a hard pill to swallow, but he had several million stashed away and would live out his remaining days in luxury. The ad would become an “October surprise” for the McCain campaign, and one that was sorely needed.