TODAY IS
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 05, 2022
TRUMP’S THREE-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTY-FIRST DAY OUT-OF-OFFICE
AND WE’RE WAITING TO SEE HOW THE MEDIA FORGETS REAGAN’S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW

These Fictitious People Still Sound A Lot Like Some People We Know

         Here’s another column featuring the same sleazy 1980s characters at the satirical Patronage County Courthouse, to illustrate things going on hereabouts these days, so our Persons of Consequence might gain yet another useful perspective on the news.

These articles are Beloved Whistleblower Publisher Charles Foster Kane’s attempt to encourage undiscovered young writers, such as the struggling columnist below who shares his acute and surprisingly accurate take on local Politics as Usual in satirical Patronage County.

 “Mission Impossible” by James Jay Schifrin

RINGGG!

“Good Morning Mr. Phelps. We’re all out of self-destruct tape recorders, so I had to call you myself.”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“We’ve got a little problem.”

“Which one, Mr. President?”

“You know, the 50 members of the Carter-Mondale Re-election Committee held captive by terrorists for four months in Iran. We need them to help in the primaries. The taxpayers are getting wise. They’re starting to ask about the empty desks in Washington. All the federal employees I sent up to New England have to go back to work. Or we’ll actually have to pay people with our own money. Nothing else has worked. You’re our only hope, Phelps.”

“What do you expect us to do, Mr. President?”

“Your mission, should you wish to accept it, is to sneak into the American Embassy in Teheran past 35 million Iranian fanatics, get our people out safely, substitute Kennedy campaign workers, then replace the Ayatollah with my brother Billy. As always, if any of your people are killed or captured, Hodding Carter will disavow your actions. What do you say, Phelps?”

“Sorry, Mr. President. We can’t do it.”

“Come on Phelps. Be a sport. You’ve handled impossible missions for years. Remember how you helped me get elected? Help me out, just one more time, please.”

“Sorry, Mr. President. No can do. You scrapped our agency two years ago.”

This op-ed column first appeared in the feisty Mt. Washington Press on March 8, 1980.