Barack Obama seats himself at the long empty table. He was the first one there and supposedly the most important. Today he is expecting to be involved in a meeting along with a representative from

each state of America. His heart suddenly jumps as the door creaks open. He cocks his eyebrow at the man emerging from the door. He didn't seem to recognize him. Alfred F. Jones had light chestnut

colored hair, bright blue eyes and glasses. He was no one that Obama seemed to recognize. Alfred smiles brightly at the confused man and takes a seat in front of him. "Sup, Mr. O?" he greets his

president. Obama just sits there, gaping. "Um…" he was about to ask which state Alfred represented, not realizing that he represented them all, until Mr. Jones interrupts him. "I'm here to say what a

wonderful effort you're putting forth to help us out in our time of need" Alfred explains and a soft smile grows on Obama's face. "Okay. Go on" he encourages the white man. "Let's start off with…"

Alfred continues in his sweet voice and then suddenly bangs his fists on the table and screams "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DIRECTING OUR TAX DOLLARS TOWARDS ABORTION? THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY!"

Obama sits there in shock, not knowing how to react to Alfred's sudden change in attitude. "But then again… I think it's wonderful that you're trying to incorporate everyone's religious views into one

ceremony! That's very sweet of you, Mr. Obama" he says and Obama furrows his brows in confusion. "Uh… thanks" he answers and starts to say something else but Alfred interrupts him yet again.

"But I still don't see any significant change in the economy like you supposedly "promised". When is this change you keep talking about gonna happen, Obama? WHEN? We can't keep waiting forever,

ya know!" Alfred demands but before Obama could answer he gapes in shock at the man in front of him smacking himself in the face. "You republicans are so rude! Give him more time!" Alfred says to

himself and Obama raises a finger in confusion. "Um… who are you talking to?" the president asks but Obama doesn't respond. "We've given him enough time! He hasn't done anything yet and there's

nothing he will ever do!" he yells and then gets a confident expression on his face "Biden will come through, we're counting on him!" he says confidently and then starts reciting the first four pages of

Sarah Palin's autobiography. Obama watches in utter shock as Michigan kicks Arkansas and Alfred nearly falls out of his chair. Then California swings and punches poor Alfred in the face, breaking

Texas. Barack Obama sits frozen solid as Alfred wriggles around in his chair, ripping himself to pieces in front of his president. Suddenly, England walks through the door. "Hey, Jones! This time I'm

gonna prove to you that I can be a good cook!" he yells excitedly, clutching onto a container of French Fry Oil as he runs over to Alfred. Suddenly, he stumbles over one of his unties shoe strings and

spills the French Fry Oil all over Alfred's "coastline". The room was utterly silent and Obama cringes at the mess he's gonna have to clean up, Alfred gapes angrily at it and England blushes and

scratches the back of his neck nervously.

In real life I am Republican and Pro-Life, just in case you were curious. But this story is NEUTRAL! I don't want to get in a political fight with you so pleeeeeaaase don't start one in your review. This is for entertainment purposes only, showing BOTH of America's political views concerning Obama. For the last and final time this story takes no side. I hope you enjoyed and I would love to get along with you no matter what your political ideas are if you send in a nice review! :)