SOMEWHERE OVER THE BELTWAY 2

SOMEWHERE OVER THE BELTWAY

Ancient Tales from the Land of Nod 2

You remember the last time we left King Barry the First O’Bama he was stuck in the quagmire that was INSIDE THE BELTWAY, the dismal swamp where Nod’s Founding Fathers had located the Land’s capital.

King Barry vied for control of Nod with the Ogres, Trolls, and Orcs, the 9 Dwarves, Fairies, Pixies, and assorted gremlins, to name a few.
The Trolls lived under the bridges that were the gateways to the Beltway, harassing Billy Goats Gruff and occasional tourists from Kansas, while controlling what came into and out of the swamp. They looked on themselves as the “peoples’ representatives, probably because they were want to show off their “members” to female people while telling their tea bagging constituents how much they believed in family values.

There were generally two types of Trolls. Left- handed Trolls and Right-handed Trolls. In practice they were pretty hard to tell apart, as when they spoke (out of orifices located next to their anuses), the gases they emanated befogged one and all.

The Left- handed Trolls, according to the Right-handed Trolls, believed in death panels for the elderly, socialism, and dandruff for all. Right-handed Trolls, according to The Left- handed Trolls, wanted to dissolve the safety net, privatize the internet, and make all The Left- handed Trolls wear hairnets. Or something like that. One could never quite be sure due to the befogging Troll gas.

What was certain was that while under the bridges, they ate squirrel on a stick, drank Sterno, and fought about everything. Because the Trolls only had one hand apiece, no heavy lifting could get done unless the Trolls worked together, and with 485 Trolls, the chances of King Barry getting a majority of them to agree to anything (except food, porn and bridge accommodations) were about as good as Lucas doing a new Star Wars – “The Jar-Jar Binks Story – The Empire Throws Up.”

Yet if King Barry were to save the Land of Nod from the evil forces without and within, he must reach an accommodation with the Trolls. How? He asked his leprechaun advisors if he should try reason. After the laughing and guffaws died down, they suggested a duel to the death on Ye Olde Congressional Golfe course. The biggest, baddest, meanest Troll, Sir John of Sobbing accepted the challenge. Though King Barry was much better on the hardwood than the greens, he kept his ball in the middle, while Sir John was always found in the right rough, so far right that even some of his fellow right handed Trolls couldn’t find him.

The match ended with victory for King Barry and a commitment from Sir John to play nice, at least until after they raised the debt ceiling or twenty thousand miles, whichever came first. Sir John’s Troll buddies might have criticized him for accepting the challenge, but they were too busy tweeting pictures their ye olde genitals to unsuspecting maidens to notice.

So King Barry has won his first victory, but there are many more battles to be won if King Barry is to save the Land of Nod and Western Civilization as we know it. Find out next time if he can pull it off in Ancient Tales from the Land of Nod SOMEWHERE OVER THE BELTWAY.