Angela Li's Date in 98

1998

"I must admit Ms. Li," Karl Rove said to his lovely middle-aged Asian companion during a light brunch at The Settlement, "by the time I finished your opinion piece I was stunned. Finally there was another human being who thought just like me."

"Oh stop Karl," Li said with a chortle, "You're just trying to flatter me."

"No really, I mean it." Karl assured her with a smile (a nearby baby saw him and began screaming in terror), "Now I know that educating the young is an important, nay laudable career... However you're talents would be better suited working for me."

"What would I have to do?" Li asked him, eyes gleaming with delight.

Karl Rove's devilish grin brought terror to the patron's of the Settlement, and made Ms. Li's underthings a tropical rainforest.

2008

President Angela Rove (nee. Li) sat down in her chair at her new desk in the Oval Office for the first time and shuddered in delight.

It had been a hard road to this point, long years working for her mentor and future spouse, campaigning to put the puppet in charge in 2000, then bribing/blackmailing all those Supreme Court justices to secure the election, sitting on certain information to ensure that a certain tragedy in New York unfolded without those pesky law enforcement agents mucking things up, then using that tragedy to invade Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran at the same time.

Angela rolled her eyes at the memory of all those naysayers who claimed that America had overstepped it's bounds. How ridiculous since America knew no boundaries, it's power was limitless.

'Especially with the help of the Happy Camps...' a perky voice reminded Angela, causing her to chortle. It had been a great boon to set up all those places of happiness in the countries that America had brought democracy and liberty too. Places that were so happy that all the enemies of the state that went there didn't want to leave.

Ever.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter!" Angela Rove called out.

"Madam President?" her new Press Secretary, Linda Griffin, "It's time for your interview with Rush."

"Oooh!" President Rove cooed, "I'd forgotten all about that. How's Rushy?"

"He's doing just fine Madame President," Linda assured the best boss she had ever had, "He just got back from his honeymoon with Hot New Wife #12."

"Good for him." Angela replied happily, knowing that her Rushy would provide all the questions that he'd ask to her hubby already, she'd just have to read the cheat sheet that he'd give her during the radio interview.

It was so much easier than those damn TV interviews!

And thus with her Secret Service detail in tow, Angela Rove followed Linda through the corridors of the West Wing to the Green Room where she'd conduct her very first interview inside the White House as it's Commander in Chief.

The moment she stepped in she saw them both, Rush Limbaugh and her dearest husband and First Gentleman of the United States, Karl Rove.

Angela Rove beamed as she heard the tail end of their conversation, a hearty laugh in fact over the complete and utter defeat of that Commie Obama during the election cycle.

Even as Angela shook her head at the thought of someone so freaking liberal, even in the wake the successful establishment of the Complete State of Israel, her predecessor having graciously turning over everything along the banks of the Euphrates and on west over to America's greatest ally, the remaining land being carved up into new puppet states and territories of the United States, Angela Rove decided that she was going to wear a whip cream bikini that night and ride her hubby until the break of dawn.

"It's good to be the President." Angela thought as she sat down for her interview, fully intending to work on wooing Russia and China into an alliance to reshape the world order into something more... orderly.

Snort-snort!