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Accentuate the Negative - Friday, August 27th, 2010

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Yap No. 8

‘Tell me Bo’ said Big O as we were preparing to set off on another family holiday at Martha’s Vineyard ‘what do you think the key Democratic Party strategy should be for the mid-term elections?’

I’d been dreading him asking me that question because I was at a complete loss. Despite several sessions of brain overdrive and dogged persistence absolutely nothing had rung a bell.

‘Interesting question Big O’ I said ‘I’ve been thinking along several strategic directions but have yet to determine which of your achievements will best further the Democratic cause’

‘I’m thinking stimulus’ said Big O

‘I’ve given that a lot of thought’ I said ‘but I don’t think it’s an election winner’

‘Why not?’ challenged Big O ‘I’ve saved millions of jobs’

‘But the trouble is’ I said ‘nobody knows for sure whether you’ve saved their job or not so nobody’s grateful and sure as hell the people whose jobs you haven’t saved don’t feel at all stimulated’

‘What about my cap and trade policy?’ asked Big O

‘Not a runner either’ I said ‘The folks aren’t going to get excited about spending big bucks on a cooler lifestyle which will happen after most of them have passed their use-by date. That’s like raising money to celebrate the Chicago Cubs’ next World Series win’

‘Ok’ said Big O ‘but what about healthcare, the landmark achievement of my presidency?’

‘Forget it’ I said

‘What!’ exclaimed Big O

‘The fact is’ I said ‘that the only short-term impact of your healthcare plan is higher medical insurance fees. The majority of folks hate it. They want someone to care of their financial health’

I’ve got it’ said Big O ‘what about the leadership I showed over the mosque situation near ground zero?’

‘I’m a bit confused about that’ I said ‘I know you made an admirable statement about upholding religious freedom but as far as the site near ground zero was concerned it may have been prudent to exclude developments such as a Taliban Tabernacle and an Osama bin Laden memorial jardin’

‘Wall St?’ asked Big O

‘Going in the wrong direction’ I said

‘Surely’ said Big O ‘people recognise what a great job I’m doing in Arizona and along the southern border’

‘Sorry Big O’ I said ‘that’s not what the polls say. The main group is Arizona who are being subjected to hostile profiling are African-Americans who look like you’

‘Give me a break’ said Big O ‘what about the decisive actions I took on the BP oil leak and the Israeli-Palestinian situation?’

‘I don’t know which is the bigger leak’ I said ‘oil in the Gulf of Mexico or new houses in West Bank settlements’

‘Ok Bo’ said Big O ‘what’s your suggested strategy for the Democratic Party in the mid-term election?’

‘Simple’ I said ‘blame everything on George W. Bush and the Republican party’

‘Of course’ said Big O ‘that’s brilliant. I could be the president who defines George W’s place in history because sure as hell he didn’t do it for himself ’

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US or Bust - Thursday, August 26th, 2010

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Our distinguished US political correspondent P.E.Doff is renowned throughout the corridors of power for his capacity to absorb copious amounts of alcohol and bullshit at the same time.

In this landmark Weekly Mash he gives a unique perspective on the health and well being of the US nation and discusses the prospects of it coming to its senses.

Last week I was having a few beers with a colleague at that academy of alcoholic analysis, P.J.Clarke’s in New York, when he said ‘You know, I believe the US has lost interest in being a superpower’. Bingo. It hit me like a triple neat gin on the rocks. He was spot-on.

China has just knocked off Japan to become the number two superpower, is gearing up to knock us off as number one and all we’re concerned about is whether Monica was wearing a blue dress with a stain on it at Chelsea’s wedding.

After eight years of George W. Bush any American who didn’t want change was either living abroad or a member of the Cheney family. But there’s change and change. Nobody reckoned on changing our status as the number one world superpower.

The country that has dominated the world through KFC, Paris Hilton, Sex and the City, Google, Mickey Mouse, the Bush doctrine, Rambo, Madonna, Jumbos, Big Macs and nuclear missiles is simply abdicating its responsibilities to Hollywood and the fast food industry.

Obama doesn’t seem to get it. I voted for the guy like any other American with the capacity to think beyond coke, sex and binge drinking although I’m still having difficulty thinking beyond binge drinking.

The country’s almost bankrupt and that’s another change Americans have a really hard time believing in. But what does Obama do? Spends an extra trillion on healthcare, kicks Wall St right up the ass and opens a huge tab with China.

The best spin I can put on his economic strategies is they are designed to cause reduced drug use through economic hardship.

I hope Obama realises that when we’re in hock to China for millions sending Hillary over to scare the shit out of them isn’t going to work. If we continue down this path we’ll need the Dalai Lama to take up our cause and a strategy to prevent the New York Yankees becoming the New York Yangtzes.

The reason Obama doesn’t seem to give a Donald Duck about all the illegal immigrants pouring into Arizona is that he’ll soon be forced to sell the place to the Mexican drug barons.

What’s more he seems totally unperturbed about a mosque just down the street from ground zero. Hopefully this is not because he’s contemplating the sale of the Capitol Building for the same purpose.

It’s fascinating to speculate whether the US will become a muslim, African-American or Hispanic dominated society and whether it will be run by Mexican drug barons or the current inmates of Gitmo.

Doing superpower things like plugging a leak in the Gulf of Mexico, terrorising the Taliban, putting Osama bin Laden on trial in a Hollywood movie or preventing Lindsay Lohan getting stoned again seems totally beyond us.

P.E.Doff is currently writing a new book entitled ‘Drinking My Way Through the Obama Presidency’

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Pulling the Plug - Thursday, August 5th, 2010

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Pulling the Plug
Since the Women’s Weekly gave Julia a plug insiders believe she’s been trying to use it on Kevin to stop the leaks.

Cold Comfort
Following his transfer from the US to Siberia, BP executive Tony Hayward must be pleased that he’s done so much to increase global warming.

A Mark of Disrespect
Julia obviously sussed her election campaign was in deep trouble when the electorate perceived that Mark Latham was making more sense.

No Longer Sent By Laurie
Following his operation specialists are confident that Kevin won’t have the gall to do any more leaking.

Not Part of the Union
Robbie Deans must be relieved that Bill Shorten and Mark Arbib aren’t rugby power-brokers.

Welsh Leaks
Rumours are circulating that the old Julia was knifed by Bill Shorten and Mark Arbib in favour of the new. She is expected to start leaking against herself shortly.

Father of the Rear
A recent poll in the US showed Americans believe the dire state of their economy is more Obama’s fault than George W’s. But they still believe that George W was more George Bush Snr’s fault than Obama’s.

Circle of Love
Mark Latham hates Kevin who hates Malcolm who’s not keen on Tony who likes Julia who hates Lindsay Tanner who hates Mark Latham.

Worms’ Turn
The suggested new format for the next Big Debate is that the worms do the debating while Tony and Julia track audience reaction.

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An Uninviting Situation - Thursday, August 5th, 2010

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Yap No. 5

‘Big O’ I said ‘why do you think you didn’t get an invite to the Clinton wedding?’

‘I don’t know’ said Big O ‘I must say I was a bit surprised. It would have been nice to have the weekend away and Michelle’s got a lovely new dress she could have worn’

I’d sensed that Big O was a bit miffed at not getting a guernsey and so I thought I’d test the waters a bit.

‘Perhaps the Clintons thought you would be one president too many’ I said ‘or perhaps your presence would be another irritating reminder that Hillary lost in 08’

‘I’ve got another theory’ said Big O ‘Perhaps Hillary saw the occasion as one of the first steps in her 2012 presidential campaign, symbolising the start of a union with the American people’

‘That’s an interesting thought’ I said ‘and Bill could hardly complain about her being unfaithful. Were there any republican voters there?’

‘Not that I could see’ said Big O ‘I hear they were going to have a tea party the day before the wedding but they cancelled it when Sarah Palin threatened to attend’

‘I wonder which of the parents talked to Chelsea about the values of marriage’ I mused

‘It had to be her mother’ said Big O ‘because its rumoured her father did the pre-nuptial chat with Tiger Woods’

‘That’s interesting’ I said ‘I wonder who did the pre-nuptial chat for Bill and Hillary. It was probably John Edwards’

‘‘Tell you what’ said Big O ‘wouldn’t it have been fun if you’d been invited to speak at the reception?’

‘You bet’ I said ‘I could have given an environmental speech stressing the need to avoid creating any litter on the honeymoon’

‘I wonder if Monica Lewinsky was there’ pondered Big O ‘She used to be very close to Bill’

‘There was as much chance of Monica being invited’ I said ‘as George W Bush, Ahmadinejad, the Boston Strangler, any member of the Palin family, Glenn Beck, Charles Manson, Lady Gaga, the board of BP, Roman Polanski, the Taliban and the inmates at Guantanamo Bay’

‘I’m surprised they didn’t invite Tony Blair’ said Big O ‘I hear he lives very close to Chelsea’

‘I’ll tell you what’ I said ‘I was half expecting an invite from that bitch at the Clinton’s to be her wedding date. She couldn’t possibly have invited Barney, the Bush’s dog, because he’s republican’

‘Well I promise you Bo’ said Big O ‘that you’ll get an invite to the weddings of both my daughters providing you bring the Clinton’s bitch as your date. That would be very funny because her owners definitely won’t be there’

‘Don’t you think’ I asked ‘that Chelsea is a strange name to call a daughter?’

‘Oh I don’t know’ said Big O ‘I just think she was very lucky her parents didn’t support Manchester United’

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Lifes a Bitch - Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

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Shaggy Dog Stories by Bo, the first Dog, about his dog days in the White House with Obama

Yap No. 3

This week I’ve been taking a break with Big O and his family in Maine. Lovely spot and there’s much less pollution than down on the Gulf Coast.

Things have gone quite well of late for Big O. The legislation to make Wall St one-way only has been passed and the oil spill was plugged after his original strategy to sit on it leaked out.

Alas yesterday there were a couple of new spills, one in the Gulf and another in Big O’s poll numbers.

‘I don’t get it’ said Big O as he took me out on a morning stroll. ‘I’m getting all this great stuff done in healthcare and financial reform yet people still think I’m a badass’

‘Look’ I said ‘if it’s any consolation I certainly don’t and neither do my mates except Barney who’s pissed with you for continually tipping a bucket on George W’

‘We might lose control of the House this year’ said Big O ‘but I think I’m safe for a second term’

‘I wouldn’t be too sure’ I said ‘I’ve been talking to that bitch at the Clintons’

‘Oh really’ said Big O ‘what’s the latest dog blog?’

‘She’s absolutely convinced’ I said ‘that Hillary will run against you in 2012’

‘I can’t believe that’ said Big O ‘I thought she’d never challenge me after I went so easy on her in 2008’

‘She was humiliated’ I said ‘She’d already ordered new curtains for the Oval Office and Bill was swamped with applications from spunky young women keen to become his White House intern’

‘Tell me’ said Big O ‘has the bitch at the Clintons’ got any evidence to support her claim?’

‘You bet’ I said ‘she’s seen Hillary taking knife-throwing lessons’

‘Good heavens’ said Big O ‘was she hitting the target?’

‘Yes’ I said ‘right between your shoulder blades’

‘I can’t believe it’ said Big O ‘Only last week I was talking to her about a new carpet for the Oval Office. I wondered why she suggested black with blood red splodges’

‘I think she’s been inspired by Julia Gillard’ I said ‘She stabbed your mate Kevin down under and nicked his job’

‘Poor Kevin’ said Big O ‘I wonder what he’s doing now’

‘Well’ I said ‘last week he was over here telling Hillary all the details of the dastardly deed which did him down’

‘She’d have lapped that up’ said Big O ‘But you’re right Bo, this is serious. What should I do?’

‘You should make a speech’ I said ‘saying that only Hillary is preventing all-out war between the Israelis and the Palestinians and its essential that she stays as Secretary of State until the whole thing is resolved. That should keep her there for at least the next six years’

‘Brilliant’ said Big O ‘and what should I do about Bill?’

‘Send him down to Australia’ I said ‘with orders to involve himself in a scandal with Julia and help Kevin get his job back’

‘Good idea’ said Big O ‘Phone the Clintons’ bitch and check if he’s available’

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Nice Work If You Can Get It - Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

There’s always been the feeling that a presidency or a prime ministership is a pretty tough gig; lots of stuff hitting the fan all the time and people like Mark Arbib and Bill Shorten always lurking around behind you.

Yet those who aspire to the highest office are prepared even to kiss babies, promise free beer and prostitute their most dearly-held principles in order to get gonged. Such single-minded dedication appears to indicate that top jobs are more of a doddle than we thought. If it was only the power they’re after it would be much easier to get it in spades as head of a drug cartel.

A close inspection of president and prime minister job descriptions reveals they are carefully framed to prevent incumbents from stuffing their countries. This is because the system sometimes allows ratbags to get elected who wouldn’t know a BER from a huge waste of money.

These ratbags invariably believe they know what they’re doing and so have the potential to cause untold damage to the nation. The trick is to make them believe they’re having they’re having a governmental effect while the bureaucrats carry on with business as usual.

Leaders like Kevin and Obama are a constant source of irritation because they don’t understand they’re not supposed to do much and insist on trying to do things in areas where their level of expertise is on a par with BP’s ability to plug oil spills.

One of the main fringe benefits accruing from national leadership status is an aura of power which women like Monica Lewinsky, Marilyn Monroe and Blanche d’Alpuget find quite irresistible.

What’s more the job seems to allow ample time for this benefit to be fully exploited. Indeed it appears likely that Bill Clinton, John Kennedy and Bob Hawke scarcely had time for anything else.

The top positions also seem to provide a huge amount of time for incumbents to indulge in a wide range of outrageous goings-on which help make them fortunes later on from selling their memoirs.

It’s a big advantage memoirs-wise if they have someone in their cabinet like Paul Keating or Gordon Brown who are continually slagging them off and trying to nick their job. It’s even better if they’re in a position like Kevin where the whole cabinet was slagging him off and then comprehensively threw him out.

Great leaders are identified by great quotes like ‘Ask not what your country can do for you’ and ‘Tear down this wall’ which are designed to get other people to do things as opposed to commiting themselves to doing anything. ‘Kevin 07’ was particularly apt because 08 was obviously a year too far.

Women in national leadership roles are a very different animals from men. Maggie Thatcher dug the miners into a very deep hole and kicked the Argies out of the Falklands within a week or two. This represents a lifetime’s work for people like George W and Kevin.

Men seem able immune to the aura of power acquired by female national leaders. So women are able to concentrate more on running the country free from the distractions of groupies like Mick Jagger and Tiger Woods.

It’s a shame that being a president or prime minister is such a great gig that it attracts people who could contribute much more usefully to the community in other fields.

Obama would have made an outstanding TV talk show host; Ahmadinejad is a natural prison warden, Julia’s a headmistress to the manner born and it’s an absolute tragedy that Kevin didn’t work overseas.

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Indogtrination - Thursday, July 15th, 2010

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Shaggy Dog Stories by Bo, the first Dog, about his dog days in the White House with Obama

Yap No. 2

I must admit to having misgivings about my new role as senior adviser to Big O. The trouble is I‘m not really a Democrat. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Republican either and I thought George W was a radical ratbag.

Barney deserves a medal for keeping him under control.

I guess I’m slapbang between the two and an independent at heart. So I was able to overcome my concerns by reassuring myself I could give Big O some truly objective advice as distinct from the left-wing dogma he was currently copping.

Portuguese water dogs like me are a pretty amenable pedigree but we do like things to be in black and white. So the next time I met with Big O I was determined to nail down my exact position in the White House hierarchy.

‘Nice paper on Iraq Bo’ said Big O ‘Great idea to have that special Baghdad BBQ day when the country celebrates its freedom from George W Bush’

‘Thank you Big O’ I said ‘Now could you please specify my exact role as your senior adviser’

‘Of course’ said Big O ‘First I see you as the Joe Biden clean-up guy’

I smelled trouble. Joe is a lovely guy but he’s the Lindsay Lohan of the White House. It’s a miracle he’s not on probation too. The thought of Bo and Big O and Joe made me feel quite queasy.

‘Every time Joe puts his foot in it’ said Big O ‘I want you to advise me on how we can deodorise it and sweep it under the carpet before anyone gets a sniff’

‘But’ I protested ‘I never do it where Joe can tread in it’

‘Relax Bo’ said Big O ‘you’re only responsible for the clean-up not the crap’

‘Do I have a role supporting Hillary in foreign affairs?’ I asked

‘Certainly’ said Big O ‘I need you to nip away at our policy on Japan and get close to that bitch at the Clinton’s’

‘Why?’ I asked

‘I like to keep tabs on all Bill’s foreign affairs as well’ said Big O

‘Oh Lord’ I thought ‘Barney will be furious’

‘And I’d like to talk to you about Rahm’ said Big O ‘in strictest confidence of course’

Rahm Emanuel is a Chicago Democrat heavy straight from central casting. If it moves kick it, if it doesn’t bury it. He’s a bigger ankle-biter than I am.

‘Rahm’s a wonderful guy’ said Big O ‘but he does have some Al Capone moments. I’d like you to make a fake tape of a phone conversation with Sarah Palin where he asks her out on a date. I’ll just keep it as insurance’

‘Eric Holder must give you a few problems’ I said

‘You wouldn’t believe it’ said Big O ‘but he was the only lawyer I could find who tells the truth and doesn’t overcharge’

‘What’s my position in relation to David Axelrod?’ I asked

‘You’re on the same level’ said Big O ‘although perhaps I see him as the slight underdog’

‘So what are my immediate priorities?’ I asked

‘That’s easy’ said Big O ‘when it comes to the Tea Party, illegal Mexican immigrants and the oil spill you have to make sure I don’t go with the flow’

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Hotdog with Sauce - Thursday, July 8th, 2010

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Shaggy Dog Stories by Bo, the first Dog, about his dog days in the White House with Obama

Yap No. 1

I have a confession to make. I hate dog biscuits. If there was one motivation above all for me to start talking to Big O it was the overwhelming desire to tell him to give them to Rahm Emanuel instead.

Ever since I arrived at the White House I’ve always thought of Obama as Big O.

Saying ‘Barack’ is difficult for me, it sounds like I’m barking, and being a respectful sort of dog I could never call a president by his surname.

As promised Barney, who was George Bush’s guide dog, designed an advanced course for me on presidential canine counselling and I passed with honours. I was ready.

Then I executed a cunning canine plan.

Everybody was giving Big O a serve about how he’s handled the oil spill crisis and let’s face it he’s stuffed it royally. However I wrote this article which promulgated the premise that if it hadn’t been for his understated brilliance BP would be charging the country a fortune for cleaning up the mess.

Then I sent it to the New York Times because I knew they’d print anything that gave Big O a fair go.

A day or two later if overheard a conversation between Big O and White House insurgent Rahm.

‘Hey Rahm’ said Big O ‘have you got any idea who Bo Doggly is? He’s written a brilliant article about me in the Times’

‘No idea’ said Rahm. He only has about two a year.

Next day Big O and I were strolling round the White House lawns when I said ‘that was a fantastic piece in the Times about your handling of the oil spill’

‘I know’ said Big O

‘Well I wrote it’ I said

He reeled back and turned white which was pretty remarkable really.

‘Bo’ he said ‘I can’t believe you can talk. Am I losing my mind?’

‘I just picked up the lingo’ I said ‘while I was studying for my dogtorate at Hound-Dog Hall’

‘But that’s incredible’ said Big O

‘I know it’s a bit of a shock’ I said ‘and may take a bit of getting used to but there are some other things you should know. I qualified as a presidential canine counsellor at Barney College and I’m ready for a senior position in your administration’

‘You what?’ exclaimed Big O

‘I offer unique benefits as a senior canine counsellor’ I said ‘I can sniff things out that David Axelrod doesn’t have a nose for and I come cheap, two square meals a day with no dog biscuits’

‘I’m staggered’ said Big O ‘First you write a brilliant article, then you talk, then I find you’ve got a dogtorate in international affairs and are fully qualified in presidential canine counselling. Where do we go from here?’

‘Firstly’ I said ‘I only talk to you and this is strictly president-in-confidence stuff. If it gets out we’re talking they’ll put me in the mutt house and you in the nut house. Then I need a computer, a mobile with a paws button and a secure dog and bone direct to the Oval Office. And I’ll send all my communications under the codename Bo-gus’

‘If only George W Bush had had this sort of support’ said Big O ‘he might have been a great president’

‘Big O’ I said ‘based on my confidential inside info it only had the potential to raise him to below average’

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Passing the Presidential Leash - Thursday, July 1st, 2010

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After Obama had moved into the White House and George and I had retired to stud – fat chance – in Crawford Texas, I found myself with the Bushes at one of those huge social gatherings for Washington wankers.

I love them. It affords the chance to sniff out the rich and famous, pick up all the juicy goss and munch on all the tasty morsels that people throw away when no-one’s looking.

George and Laura were talking to some crashing bores so I wandered off and spotted the Obamas. Normally I wouldn’t take too much notice because I’m not that partial to democrats but I noticed they had their dog with them.

Portuguese water dogs are not usually the brightest bonzos in the kennel and well below Scottish Terriers in the pedigree pecking order but this one looked quite sharp.

I sauntered casually over for a sniff and a yap but as I approached he said ‘Hi, you’re Barney aren’t you?’

I wasn’t shocked, more like totally, utterly, comprehensively and unforgettably gobsmacked. But I managed to recall his name.

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‘Bo’ I said ‘I had no idea you could talk like me. Where on earth did you learn the lingo?’

‘I took a dogtorate in English and Politics at Hound-Dog High’ said Bo ‘By the way I heard you were a senior adviser to Bush’

‘How on earth do you know that?’ I asked

‘I found out from a mate who knew that bitch at the Clintons’ said Bo

‘He didn’t score with her did he?’ I asked anxiously

‘Only once’ said Bo ‘but he told me it was the consummate canine copulation’

‘Damn’ I said ‘I missed out again. My sex life happens about as frequently as the Chicago Cubs play in a World Series’

‘Look’ said Bo ‘I’d love to get a gig as adviser to Obama. How should I go about it?’

‘Have you got access to a computer and a dog and bone?’ I asked

‘No problem’ said Bo

‘Well then’ I said ‘I can put you on a presidential adviser crash training programme and then you can front Obama and tell him if you don’t get appointed you’ll accuse Rahm Emanuel of animal cruelty’

‘That’s brilliant’ said Bo ‘he’s already tried to kick me twice’

‘Does Obama know you can talk?’ I asked

‘No’ said Bo

‘Good’ I said ‘keep it that way for now. There’s always the danger you could end up advertising dog food or doing a TV commentary on dog shows. One other thing. I used to write a series of Shaggy Dog Stories for Friday Mash describing the momentous events in my life with George. Why don’t you take it over?’

Friday Mash!’ said Bo ‘that would be great. One thing though, I’m not really a democrat’

‘Keep this to yourself’ I said ‘but neither is Obama’

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Passing the Presidential Leash - Thursday, July 1st, 2010

Story No.38

After Obama had moved into the White House and George and I had retired to stud – fat chance – in Crawford Texas, I found myself with the Bushes at one of those huge social gatherings for Washington wankers.

I love them. It affords the chance to sniff out the rich and famous, pick up all the juicy goss and munch on all the tasty morsels that people throw away when no-one’s looking.

George and Laura were talking to some crashing bores so I wandered off and spotted the Obamas. Normally I wouldn’t take too much notice because I’m not that partial to democrats but I noticed they had their dog with them.

Portuguese water dogs are not usually the brightest bonzos in the kennel and well below Scottish Terriers in the pedigree pecking order but this one looked quite sharp.

I sauntered casually over for a sniff and a yap but as I approached he said ‘Hi, you’re
Barney aren’t you?’

I wasn’t shocked, more like totally, utterly, comprehensively and unforgettably gobsmacked. But I managed to recall his name.

‘Bo’ I said ‘I had no idea you could talk like me. Where on earth did you learn the lingo?’

‘I took a dogtorate in English and Politics at Hound-Dog High’ said Bo ‘By the way I heard you were a senior adviser to Bush’

‘How on earth do you know that?’ I asked

‘I found out from a mate who knew that bitch at the Clintons’ said Bo

‘He didn’t score with her did he?’ I asked anxiously

‘Only once’ said Bo ‘but he told me it was the consummate canine copulation’

‘Damn’ I said ‘I missed out again. My sex life happens about as frequently as the Chicago Cubs play in a World Series’

‘Look’ said Bo ‘I’d love to get a gig as adviser to Obama. How should I go about it?’

‘Have you got access to a computer and a dog and bone?’ I asked

‘No problem’ said Bo

‘Well then’ I said ‘I can put you on a presidential adviser crash training programme and then you can front Obama and tell him if you don’t get appointed you’ll accuse Rahm Emanuel of animal cruelty’

‘That’s brilliant’ said Bo ‘he’s already tried to kick me twice’

‘Does Obama know you can talk?’ I asked

‘No’ said Bo

‘Good’ I said ‘keep it that way for now. There’s always the danger you could end up advertising dog food or doing a TV commentary on dog shows. One other thing. I used to write a series of Shaggy Dog Stories for Friday Mash describing the momentous events in my life with George. Why don’t you take it over?’

Friday Mash!’ said Bo ‘that would be great. One thing though, I’m not really a democrat’

‘Keep this to yourself’ I said ‘but neither is Obama’

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