I apologize . . . this got jammed in my brain and wouldn't let me sleep until I shared it:
Quote:I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. All of the yes-men and sycophants you’d expect to hang around the President of the United States buzzed around me like flies. I couldn’t wait until the stupid press event was over. All I could hear, over and over, were the toadies croaking about this guy’s accomplishments:
“President Obooma balanced the budget in his first year.”
“President Obooma got affordable healthcare for everyone.”
“President Obooma worked out a Middle-East peace plan, and they’re sticking to it.”
Honestly, it was getting tedious. But, ever the good soldier boy, I stood tall and kept my head up. It was a few more minutes before the band struck up “Hail to the Chief.” I let out a sigh and knew it would be over soon. I looked to the side and saw the first members of the secret service enter the room.
Then I saw the President. I knew it wasn’t appropriate, but, I couldn’t help it.
“HE’S A CHICKEN! HE’S A GIANT CHICKEN!”
Everyone looked at me in surprise. But, in plain view was a six-foot tall, Leghorn rooster-complete with wattles and a comb. He was wearing a blue blazer, but that was it. How everyone in this room thought he was a human was beyond me. As everyone stared, he even bent down and pecked at the ground for a moment.
“Please tell me this is some sort of sick joke?”