IN OBAMA'S WORLD...

I started to write this, but a friend of mine did a much better job with it...

Scene 1:

[Fade in to log cabin deep in the Pennsylvania countryside… dew hangs heavy on the sagging buckboard in the front yard, old cans of beer and tins of chawin’ terbaccy litter the yard… Camera pans through broken window into filthy living room where sits a middle-aged pot-bellied man with a huge chunk of tobacco in his cheek and a well-thumbed bible on the table next to him. He has just finished cleaning his shotgun and is oiling it with an old dirty rag…]

“Hey Maw! Can you fetch me my shells from the cupboard?” (more)