be glad that most of my posts are not subtitled "a one-act play:" a one-act play
An imagined dramatization of the meetings between the Bush White House and Various Advisors based solely on his comments today about them
Well-appointed conference room in the White House. About a dozen graying men in decent suits sit around a long wooden table. Some have coffee, and there are muffin wrappers scattered about.
Bush: Well, I guess we better get down to business. You all- uh- know why we're here, so, what have you got for us?
Advisor #1: Mr. President, thanks for having us here today. Now, I'm just gonna cut right to the chase here, and say that I believe I speak for both myself and Rich --
[Advisor #1 looks to man to his right, who gives him a nod]
Advisor #1: -- when I say that, after taking all the facts into consideration, our best option is to... leave before the job is done.
Bush [smirking]: Dangit, I said I wasn't gonna do that. Just, no. Not gonna happen. Alright, what else you got?
Advisor #2: Well, sir, I was thinking...
Bush: Go on. I want to hear your ideas.
Advisor #2: Okay. I just think maybe it would be best to not help the Iraqi government take the necessary and hard steps to be able to do its job.
Bush: Dangit, NO! [in his explain-y, kind of staccato voice] We must stay until the job is done. Who else has an idea?
[silence, embarrased avoidance of eye contact]
Bush [getting agitated]: Y'all got- what- how many degrees, and this is the best ideas you can come up with?
[more silence, until a tentative hand goes up in the back of the room]
Bush: Alright, you. What's your idea?
Advisor #3: I was thinking maybe we could negotiate with terrorists.
[Bush jumps up, knocking over chair. Other men stand up in alarm.]
Bush [screaming]: Get out! Get outta here!
[Advisor #3 cringes as water glass shatters against the door frame as he flees]
Well-appointed conference room in the White House. About a dozen graying men in decent suits sit around a long wooden table. Some have coffee, and there are muffin wrappers scattered about.
Bush: Well, I guess we better get down to business. You all- uh- know why we're here, so, what have you got for us?
Advisor #1: Mr. President, thanks for having us here today. Now, I'm just gonna cut right to the chase here, and say that I believe I speak for both myself and Rich --
[Advisor #1 looks to man to his right, who gives him a nod]
Advisor #1: -- when I say that, after taking all the facts into consideration, our best option is to... leave before the job is done.
Bush [smirking]: Dangit, I said I wasn't gonna do that. Just, no. Not gonna happen. Alright, what else you got?
Advisor #2: Well, sir, I was thinking...
Bush: Go on. I want to hear your ideas.
Advisor #2: Okay. I just think maybe it would be best to not help the Iraqi government take the necessary and hard steps to be able to do its job.
Bush: Dangit, NO! [in his explain-y, kind of staccato voice] We must stay until the job is done. Who else has an idea?
[silence, embarrased avoidance of eye contact]
Bush [getting agitated]: Y'all got- what- how many degrees, and this is the best ideas you can come up with?
[more silence, until a tentative hand goes up in the back of the room]
Bush: Alright, you. What's your idea?
Advisor #3: I was thinking maybe we could negotiate with terrorists.
[Bush jumps up, knocking over chair. Other men stand up in alarm.]
Bush [screaming]: Get out! Get outta here!
[Advisor #3 cringes as water glass shatters against the door frame as he flees]
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