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Rape and Pillage & Everything Nice

In an undisclosed location in Manhattan, Nola Shumway – 8, a brat, sometimes aid and sometimes terrorist to President Obama – sits in the 9 O’clock position at an oval-shaped wood table. Directly across from her at 3 O’clock is Jaime Dimon – President and active Board Member of JP Morgan Chase & Co., and sometimes friend and sometimes foe to the Obama administration. Counter Clockwise (yes, always the opposition) from Jaime we round out the table with the remaining board members: Linda Bammann, James Bell, Crandall Bowles, Stephen Burke, James Crown, Nola’s seat, Timothy Flynn, Laban Jackson Jr., Michael Neal, Lee Raymond, William Weldon.

 Hanging on the wall behind Nola, 3 flat screens play the news of the day from 3 different networks: CNN, Bloomberg, C-Span.

Dimon: Nola Shumway. At long last we have the privilege-

Nola: -You’ve always had the privilege Jaime.

Dimon: You didn’t let me finish.

Nola: And that should take… what… another 20 seconds?

Dimon: (laughing) We could have been something, you and I. Alright, let’s talk about why we called you in. We’re interested in hearing your thoughts on PR.

Linda: How long have you been handling the PR for Russia?

Nola: About as long as I’ve been handling the President of Russia. (winks)

Linda: Can you expand on some of your key responsibilities?

Nola: Change-making, transform-doing, ball-juggling. (winks at Dimon)

Dimon: (clears throat) Nola, (glances down at Nola’s CV) can you walk me through what Sin-Ops-I.S. is?

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Nola: Sin-Ops-Is… you know… what I’ve been up to. I think you call it a SEC filing.

Nola looks down at her phone and notices a text from O.

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 Nola: Well 2 ladies and 8 gents, I’ll be back. Gotta run next door and take care of a little prop bet. I’ll be back in about an hour.

Nola leaves the room and as she does CNN breaks in with this headline: I.S.I.S. IN US?

A video on the screen shows eight US soldiers on their knees in front of 8 terrorists, all dressed in black with only their eyes visible. Each terrorist holds a knife to the throat of the soldier in front of them. The little terrorist in the middle steps to the camera and holds out the knife while speaking.

Terrorist: Americans, these eight men are guilty of heinous acts. For the past 4 years your government has been covering up the events that took place on March 11th, 2011. We urge you to seek answers from your government. If they don’t release the documents, we’ll release these heads from their shoulders. You have until 3:00pm. Operation DYOD will commence.

CNN anchor (it doesn’t really matter): We’ve received only 1 part of this video, but have been told by unnamed sources that at 3:00pm a second video will be released on Bloomberg, our sister’s station.

In the next room Obama sits in front of the same three TVs, at the same kind of table. Somehow he makes it looks much cooler though.

Obama: CNN’s anchor just said sister’s station. Now it’s just sad. (To Nola) Did you bring me a plate? Where have you been for the past 45 minutes?

Nola: O, I was in a meeting and then I had to make a call. And, I can’t just make you a plate. White people think it’s tacky to take home unused food. Unless it’s photographed… and a write-off.

Obama: Fucking white people.

Nola: What’s up? Why am I being summoned?

Obama: The video. It’s disturbing.

Nola: I saw. CNN broke.

Obama: I’ve gotta say, because the extremist talking seems to be about your height. And I’m going to have to ask you a series of questions now. And I wish I could have been here sooner but I’ve been snowed in. (he wipes the tip of his nose)

Nola: Yep got it. Snowed-in. (she wipes the tip of her nose and slides a hand down her left arm)

Obama: Did you use any of the money we gave you to make that video?

Nola: I did not.

Obama: Did you make any of the agreed on propaganda films for the DOD?

Nola: Are you talking about the Friend(s)-fidel show? Basically a Friends reboot in Yemen?

Obama: Yes.

Nola: I did not. Couldn’t secure locations. Like, we couldn’t guarantee that a location wouldn’t be bombed out before we could wrap one day on the pilot.

Obama: So you have the money. (He wipes his nose, rubs his arm, coughs and pounds his chest)

Nola: I do not. (She wipes the tip of her nose, rubs her arm, coughs and wipes her nose again)

Obama: Where is the money!

Nola: I bought a shit ton of weapons.

Obama: Nola Shumway!

Nola: What? A little gun buyback program never hurt anyone. Isn’t that U.S. Policy? For once I tow the line and you’re pissed? So I took a few RPGs off the streets in Damascus. I think the word you’re looking for here is Shoo-Kran.

Obama: Hmm. Shoo-Kran. Is that the Syrian dialect?

Nola: Really, O? Not the time.

Obama: I just want to make sure you aren’t being blackmailed.

Nola: Oh sure. I’m being black maled. I’ve been black-maled, white-maled, half black-maled, yellow-bellied.

Obama: Yellow-bellied?

Nola: It’s a thing they do in the mountains of Kashmir. Trust me, you don’t want the specifics.

Obama: You haven’t answered the question.

Nola: You’re snowed in. I don’t answer questions in unsecured rooms. Tata. I must get back to my meeting. Oh, O, I’ve got a joke for you. (Wipes the tip of her nose) Do you know where to find the chairman of the SEC on a Saturday afternoon around (glances down at her watch) 2:55pm?

Obama: No. Where?

Nola: Goldman’s gym. Floating face down in their dark pool. (Winks, wipes tip of nose and rubs right arm)

A former Yankees player comes sliding in from who the hell knows and almost takes out a secret service guy. He stands up immediately and brushes himself off.

Nola: Hey Jeter.

Jeter: Nola. Lunch tomorrow?

Nola: Sure. (To O) I’ll see you later O.

Jeter to Obama: she’s been setting that bit up for weeks. How are you my man?

Back to the other room:

Nola enters the conference room and jumps on the table.

Nola: All right gentlemen. Let’s get down to it. Who’s interested in a little asset stripping?

Dimon: (to a horrified Linda) She’s crazy. I love her.

Nola: So, today is your last day.

Crandall: Hypotheticals are so much fun. I want to go first!

Nola: Sweetie, I’d say this is highly un-ethical, but I guarantee it is not a hypothetical. Today, Jaime, you and your board are going to perform one last circle jerk, and then be executed through your pre-arranged exit strategies. You can take a poisoned pill, do a golden parachute – oh, and the way we do golden parachutes is:

A woman comes bursting in the doors, dressed all in black. She moves to the windows and opens one. She then picks up board member James Crown by his neck. She walks him over to the open window and slowly places him so that his hands attached to the ledge are the only things keeping him from falling to his death. The woman then drops her pants and begins peeing all over his hands and the ledge. He slips off at about 30 seconds. She pulls up her pants and walks calmly out of the room.

Nola: Easy-pee-sy, 2 ladies and 7 gentlemen, that’s what we like to call a golden parachute. Now, there is one final exit strategy you can employ.

Nola pulls out two guns. Aims one at Dimon in the 3 o’clock position at the table and the other at Crandall Bowles, sitting at the 12 O’clock position.

Nola: That third option, mentioned in my summary, is the one in which I explode my talents all over your faces. So, first up, you guys love a good metaphorical circle jerk. You sit on this board, I sit on this board, and we are the unelected governing body of the world. HAHA aren’t we cute? Well… I’m not into it. It doesn’t do it for me, know what I mean? So, today you’re actually going to circle jerk. Get your dicks out gents, and get ready to jerk each other. Not turned on? Don’t worry – I have your tastes queued up in 3… 2… 1…

Behind Nola on the CNN screen a breaking news banner scrolls across the screen (misspelled of course)

CNN anchor (it still doesn’t matter): We’ve just received the full version of the video and rather than source it, we’ve decided to play it on air, live for the first time. We’ll all watch together. Without any commercial breaks we present to you: OP DYOD (does not stand for ‘do your own dishes’)

Roll Video: 

Our previous 8 militants stand behind the kneeling US soldiers. The little militant (the one who spoke in the previous video) beheads her soldier. As she holds his head in her left hand she speaks directly to the camera.

Little Militant: On March 11th, 2011, these 8 men brutally raped a fellow female soldier. It was reported, investigated and sealed. No charges were filed. To distract the American public, the military started publishing more and more stories of brutal gang rapes – happening in India, happening in Pakistan. These were not new stories, but all of a sudden they were news stories. We’ve given the military, the government, our fathers, our teachers, our priests, our preachers, more than 200 years to deal with the terrorism we face on a day-to-day basis. Instead, they focus on liberating non-whattheybelievers into capitalist money hungry Americans. We have some good old fashioned domestic terrorists here in the US of A-holes.

Militant removes head covering, and it is revealed to be Nola. The other 7 militants remove their head coverings. They are all women. They behead their soldiers and stand emotionless behind Nola. A little girl, maybe 8, walks into frame and stands next to Nola. She holds a legal pad and begins to read aloud from it:

Little Girl: Today, February 14th, henceforth referred to as ‘not your sweetheart day’ our revolution begins. Not our peaceful protests, our half jokes, our cries of no received as screams of yes… our true revolution. The era of militant feminism. We’ve been watching you all, you patriots, you American men, who hurt our sisters.

Cut to Nola in the Board Room:

Nola: (to a horrified Dimon) When she says sisters, you get that I mean that in an African-American general sort of way, right?

He looks at her. He can’t speak.

Back to Video:

Little Girl: Nola has been building an army. Training and diligently reprogramming the indoctrinated minds of the women forced to grow up in this sick society. In a round of unprecedented Series A funding investment, we are happy to have the US government backing, so that we can say we are now the first US State-sponsored fair-rorist organization.

Back to board room:

A large thud  from next door.

Linda: What was that? What the fuck was that?

Nola: It’s just O fainting. He’s a big guy. He’ll be fine. Are you guys on board so far? Pun intended. I mean, I gotta say the branding opportunities are endless. Fair-rorist organization. Who comes up with this stuff? Oh yeah… I do. We’re Unicorn Status.

Back to video:

Little Girl: With coordinated strikes today, Operation DYOD launched to much success.

Video cuts to a hip museum. Several men standing in line. A local anchor, holding a microphone that says DYOD, interviews one of the men in line.

Anchor: Are you excited to see this new installation by the elusive artist ‘Bangsy?’

Man: A friend of a friend told me it’s like Banksy and Pornhub had a babe, and that babe is just 18 so we get to fuck it.

Anchor to camera: You’re charming. (To Camera) Little is known of the artist, Bangsy, given that name because of her similar work to the elusive artist Banksy, but you know, she’s a female, so… sex. Her installation is called ‘Womb to Tomb’ and little is known about the experience other than the participant enters a pink dome all by himself. Nothing is known of what happens once you get inside. For the first time our cameras will be allowed to go inside with one of the participants to capture the experience.

The camera follows a man inside the installation. There are stacks of dead bodies, all men. And as the man walks toward the center of the small room, he looks down, and looks left and then a gun comes into frame from his left and point blank shoots him in the head.

Back to the Board room:

Everyone is still horrified. Well, except Nola, who seems to be in a great mood.

Nola: Dimon, why aren’t you aroused? My IT guys tell me… well, you probably don’t want me to tell these people what my IT guys tell me you’re into. Get to jerking each other.

Back to Video:

Small town America, a football field. Players stand at the 50-yard line. A big banner behind them says ‘Homecoming.’ Cheerleaders dutifully march out to the field with roses in hand to give to the players. As they make their way to the field the PA system comes on, and a familiar voice begins speaking:

Nola: Last Saturday night the Varsity players decided to celebrate their 5th straight loss of the season by getting a JV cheerleader black out drunk and filming themselves rape her unconscious body.

A video of the assault starts to play on the replay screen

Nola: Parents and local authorities were contacted, and given this video, and since we’re all here celebrating the homecoming game tonight I think you can all guess that nothing happened.

The cheerleaders pull knives from their skirts.

Nola: But I also guess you can’t even fathom what’s about to happen now. Commence Operation Deepthroat Your Own Dick.

Before the players understand that this is not a joke, the cheerleaders slice the throats of the players, slice off their dicks and then shove them deep into their throats.

Back to the Board Room:

Nola: Did anybody see that coming? Tell the truth. I feel like maybe I missed my calling sometimes. I think propaganda videos are my thing.

Nola shoots the gun in her left hand aimed at the board member at 12 O’clock – Crandall Bowles.

Dimon: You just murdered one of the most influential women in American finance.

Nola: See, you say murder, I say market correction.

Nola moves her left gun, so that it is aimed directly at the board member sitting in the 1 O’clock position.

Nola: It’s 3:05pm Dimon, and you have until 3:15 to figure out your exit strategy.

Dimon: That isn’t enough time to get you money.

Nola: Ugh. Awkward. I never said anything about money. I don’t know if you pay attention, but we got our Series A. We’re beyond good, bro, we’re Unicorn Status. Okay, wait, you guys this is the finale. Pay attention.

Back to Video:

Now we’re in a faux press conference. A banner scrolling at the bottom of the screen reads: Nola Shumway delivers her sermon on the mount. Nola walks out in all black (because all people who wear all black are crazed lunatics who should not be trusted) and steps up to her podium. Her podium is just bodies of dead men stacked on top of each other.

Nola: Today is a day that shall live in infancy. Out of the baby steps that we have taken today, the feminist movement will actually move. A new brand of feminism is the norm now: militant feminism. Boys and gentlemen… we are coming for you. You have not yet known the kind of violence we are accustomed to. But you will. We’re not terrorists, as the media will claim, we’re fair-rorists, here to liberate you from the dicktatorships you have been brutalized by. And let me be clear, because I know subtleties go over your small brains, when I say ‘liberate you from your dicktatorships’ I mean we’re coming to slice your fucking dicks off and cram them down your throats. We’re coming for the rapists, the date rapists, the cat callers, the career stallers, the anti-abortion pro-anal good ol’ boys, the misogynist men who rap about bitches and hoes and live with their single mothers, the country boys who think ‘we all deserve a whistle’, the politicians who want to legislate and penetrate our vaginas, the bosses who award jobs to likeable girls and pit them against the unlikeable girls, the casting agents and prodouchers who cut women off from roles if they don’t flirt, the married men who treat their wives like second class citizens… None of you are safe, and even if you aren’t guilty you’re all harboring known terrorists. We can get to you because we are your wives. We can get to you because we are not your wives. We can get to you because you think you’re smarter than us and you think we’re too kind to wage the kind of wars that you legitimize under the banner of patriotism. You’ve mistaken our kindness for weakness. We’ve tried the peaceful thing and we hit a wall. But at the foot of a wall is there not a great uprise? We’ve been Martins… but today we become Malcolms. We are coming for your sons, your fathers, your brothers – frat and biological, your co-workers, wingmen, accomplices. You are not safe. Today we impose She-ria law in America… and your asses aren’t ready for the kind of brutality we plan on exacting. Well, we’ve had a lovely evening gentlemen. Don’t call us… we’ll call on you. Tata.

Back to the board room:

Nola: It’s tough to get the tone right on a speech like that, but I think I got it.

Dimon: I don’t understand what I have to do with Militant Feminism. I have two women on this board.

Nola shoots all remaining board members and aims both guns at Dimon.

Nola: Had. You had two. (sigh) You really don’t… due… diligence… do you? If you had you would have realized that I tend to get a little off message. The only reason I’m here is to right a wrong and deliver a message from your old pal Barry.

Dimon: Which is?

Nola: Bye Fiducia!

She shoots Dimon in the face.

Nola is covered in blood, and brain matter. She pulls out her Iphone.

Nola: Siri, can you remind me to update my CV?

She walks to the bloody conference table and starts making a plate of miscellaneous donuts and muffins to take back to Obama. Crandall Bowles lifts her head.

Crandall: Is it safe?

Nola: Not yet, but I’m working on it.

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Nola in a new (non-sexual) position

Somewhere in the Middle East.

Anderson Cooper: Tonight on AC360 we finally sit down with one of the most controversial figures in the President’s first administration. Tonight is particularly special because I’ve been trying to get an interview with this little girl for 4 years. Finally, tonight, she has agreed to sit down in an undisclosed location – we keep her location secret for fear of her safety – and discuss her plans for the future.

Nola and Anderson are sitting on chairs on the top of a bombed out building.

AC: Nola Shumway, at last we meet.

Nola: Anderson Cooper, at last you’re out. As-salamu alaykum

AC: (giggling uncontrollably)

Nola: I take issue with your lead in. Controversial Figure? I think you and I both agree that the majority of white males over the age of 42 think I have a pretty bangin bod.

AC: (very serious all of a sudden) That’s sad.

Nola: Truly. Perhaps if O had dumped Biden and ran with me on the ticket we could have improved on the ‘white males on the average have small dicks’ percentage.

AC: I think you mean ‘White Males on the average don’t vote for Obama’ –

Nola: That too yes.

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AC: So we’re here to talk about you and the future. The last I saw of you was an appearance on the Charlie Rose show.  You said some pretty damning things about the administration. Where is your relationship with the President these days?

Nola: It’s no secret I have issues with the President.  He still refuses to allow Vladimir and I to stay in the Lincoln bedroom when he comes over and he’s completely opposed to talks with Ahmadijenead. I mean have you seen this guy? He’s hilarious. He’s batshit, but he is hilarious.

AC: You seem to have sympathy for the Middle East in a way that many Americans don’t tolerate.

Nola: Sympathy? It’s not sympathy. I have sympathy for Kanye West. Kanye on that Watch the Throne album sounds like he was from make a wish – and you know what his last wish was? To record an album with Jay Z. I mean he sounds straight retarded. Huuuhhhhhhh. Huuuhhhhh. I mean someone should really check him out. I’m worried about him. But sympathy for the Mid-E? Never. But what I want to talk about more than anything is my new video.

AC: Yes, you are launching a pop career.

Nola: Yes. Under the name SOS.

AC: Help?

Nola: I’m going to try Anderson. My first video is set on the strip. Though I think after the Israelis are done we’ll have to start calling it the Stripe.

AC: (giggling) Why haven’t we always been best friends?

Nola: I told you. I don’t associate with closet gays in position of power. You should all come out. Unless you have bad taste like Bachman’s husband. Then I encourage you to stay in the closet until you figure out something appropriate to wear.  Anyhow, we’re here in the Strip and I play Lady Gaza.

AC: Lady Gaza?

Nola: Lady GAH-za. And I’ve just interrupted a super secret meeting of the world leaders. I walk in and I have Hamas –

AC: I’m sorry Hummus? You’re eating hummus.

Nola: Anderson, just be pretty, sweetie and let the big kids handle the news, k. So there are Hamas and Israeli soldiers flanking me on either side. I’m wearing a BurqAlaïa.

AC: What is that?

Nola: Azzedine Alaia has come out of retirement to design a specially made burqa for me. As a pop star I feel it’s important to pay homage to the beliefs and customs of the people I have stolen from in the name of art.

AC: You’re working with some really interesting people for this video. Can you talk about how you found them?

Nola: I actually can’t because it’s classified information. I can tell you whom I’m humping to obtain my classified information. Do you want to know whom I’m humping to obtain my classified information?

AC: Who says humping?

Nola: I’m literally humping this guy in the EDIT  named EDIT  because he likes his leg humped. He did a lot of years over in East Asia so I think there are some PTSD issues. If you think any politician over the age of 19 can get off without some kind of weird sex than you my frenemy have never made the rounds in DC.

CNN  TICKER: PARTS OF MZ SHUMWAYES INTERVIEW HAVE BEEN RED ACTED BECAUSE CLASSIFIED INFO WAZ DISCUSSED

Nola looks down as the ticker moves across the screen

Nola: Is it that all of your staff went to schools where you all get a trophy just for trying or are you guys truly an equal opportunity employer and the equal opportunity is explored through people who can’t spell. Or articulate. Or, apparently, read.

AC: Video.

Nola: Okay, so I walk in with my backup, and I press play on a tape player. And you hear this:

Lady Gaza Clip 1 

AC: Wait, that doesn’t sound like you.

Nola: It’s Otto Tuned.

AC: Why?

Nola: I’m SOS okay. I can’t have people knowing what I sound like. It’s a security thing. So Otto, my IT guy decided to give me a little mask of the voice.

Nola presses play again

Lady Gaza Clip 2 

AC: So are you dancing during this video?

Nola: Your knowledge of the MID-E is so sad to me Anderson. Do you know what kind of trouble I’d be in if I was dancing? Did you see Afghan Idol? That chick was in hiding for shuffling her feet. Of course I’m dancing! And so are the soldiers. But only during the Ramadan chorus. Towards the end the Israeli gets a little gay and the Palestinian shoots him in the head. The video is cutting edge. I’m using the same director who shot the fake Syrian rebel hostage video for Assad. Do you know how difficult it is to keep robes clean on a set in the sand? Top-notch crew working here.

Lady Gaza Clip 3 

AC: I think it sounds too much like Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance.

Nola: I’d like to see that little Pop tart come after me. (Directly into the camera) Hey Gag, I’m in Gaza and I’m armed. I stole your song. Come and find me.

AC: So a pop career? For once I love that you’re acting your age.

Nola: A pop career? Who said anything about a pop career? I’m not an idiot Anderson.

AC: But you’ll be known as SOS? Help.

Nola: Oh god I hate you. Secretary of State. Hill’s out in January and I’m shooting my little video to show O that I’m the lil girl for the job. It’s down to me and Kerry and Kerry’s still on a sandy beach somewhere looking for his flip-flops.

AC: You can’t be serious.

Nola jumps up from her chair, slides under Anderson’s and pops up behind him, knife at his throat.

Nola: I’m always serious.

Anderson starts crying and pees his pants.

Nola looks into the camera.

Nola: From Gaza Strip or Stripe this has been the night of your life. I have been wonderful. ‘Merica, get ready because there’s a new breed of Foreigner Policy coming your way and most of you aren’t going to like it. I’m future Secretary of State Muhammad Nola Shumway. You’re Welcome. ma`a as-salāma! Don’t forget to check out my full song at (she holds up a sign with the link – of course she can’t trust CNN to get ot right) LADYGAZAFULLSONG!!!! 

She waves us out.

For the full set of lyrics visit: Lady Gaza Lyrics

Nola on set of her latest music video.

Nola does Charlie Rose

Charlie Rose: Tonight on our show, a lil girl who in her short time on this planet has managed to accumulate more accomplishments than those five times her age. Only eight years of age and she boasts an impressive resume: As the so called right hand lil girl of the most powerful man in the free world she has taken in a ballet with the late Kim Jong Il, been involved in the debt talks and has influenced policy – though to what degree we are not aware. For the other side of this lil girl is a dark, highly secretive nature in which she works. She answers directly, and only to the President, and her methods have led to some embarrassing moments for this administration. What is it about this lil girl, who critics have called the most dangerous person in the world? My guest tonight, Nola Shumway. (to Nola) Good evening, Miss Nola Shumway.

Nola: (blushing) Hello Charlie.

Charlie: I want to start with the text message not heard round the world. Take me back to California, just before the election.

Nola: I was out in LA.

Charlie: I’ve heard, though most of my information comes from sources unwilling to go on record, I’ve heard that the then Democratic nominee President Obama had misgivings about you campaigning on the issue?

Nola: Let’s just say the only fags the B.O. was down with at that point were his Newports.

Charlie: But you campaigned anyways. What was the slogan? The first time I heard it I remember thinking ‘this girl has something special’

Nola: No to the Same old, Same old. Yes to the Same same, same same.

Charlie chuckles

Charlie: It didn’t work out though did it? You got arrested?

Nola: Exit Polls, firearms and Soapboxes! Don’t it smell like an election? They missed that quote in the paper. One of my finest if you ask me. But yes, arrested I was. But I was sprung in no time and headed to the Half-White House.

Charlie: Ah, the fateful first meeting of the President and his men.

Nola: And little girl.

Charlie: Were you nervous?

Nola: I prefer a big entrance in those moments. I busted in and screamed ‘Shumway, Nola Shumway. I like my olives garish and I hate martinis

Charlie: Understood, but here you are the youngest aide to the first African American President amidst the most important men in the world. It’s got to get to you.

Nola: Only one of them got to me.

Charlie: Ah. Vladimir Putin. Your rumored beau.

Nola: I can’t confirm or deny because I’m told it’s illegal. I could marry my cousin in about 20 different states but I can’t shack up with an old man until I’m 18. I’ve negotiated treaties between countries, infiltrated terrorist networks and the government wants to tell me I, as an 8 year old, can’t make decisions about who I’m humping? It’s radicchio.

Charlie: Do you see why some may be concerned?

Nola: I was sent by the President of the United States to gain intel on one of the most closed off societies in the world using any method deemed appropriate. And you know what people get hung on?

Charlie: The ballet?

Nola: Yes, that I attended the ballet with Kim Jong. It’s preposterous. We’ll move on now.

Charlie: Of course. Just to be clear-

Nola: (jumps up on the table slides across and as she swings behind Charlie she produces a rope from her boot and fastens it around his neck) We’ll move on here, or I’ll move on here.

Charlie: (laughing) Alright. We move on here.

Nola sits down

Charlie: You know if I were younger and you were older-

Nola: Come on Char, we both know you don’t want me any older.

Charlie: So, after that meeting you got to work on the banking crisis.

Nola: We needed to sell a depression to the American people. They needed to get interested. The only way to get ‘Mericans interested in anything other than food and reality television is to put on a tournament. To coincide with March Madness I created the 2009 March to Nationalization Tournament

Charlie: And that didn’t go well.

Nola: There is always a bigger distraction than the impending doom facing America. It keeps us busy.

Charlie: You were sent back to California to deal with some domestic issues?

Nola: Gayangs.

Charlie: Gangs.

Nola: Gay-angs.

Charlie: Alright. Gay-angs. Where you went undercover as Nola the Chola and met Nolo the Cholo. You got into some trouble there?

Nola: Shout out to my homie Nolo, rest in peace dawg cuz I know you taken a nap at your mama’s crib

Charlie: You were sent- what did Obama say to you?

Nola: After the gay-ang debacle he said he needed to send me somewhere to hide out. Somewhere nobody would look for me.

Charlie: Ah. Yes. And where did he send you.

Nola: The New Testament.

Charlie: And then you disappear for the summer and Fall. But I have it on good authority that you and Larry Summers had some heated battles about the President’s Healthcare Reform.

Nola: Summers is the cat’s bark. Nobody likes the guy. He’s one of my best friend’s but I can’t stand that guy.

Charlie: You fought over the selling of the Health reform to the people.

Nola: I wanted straight forward plans. I made a chart myself. I also wanted to sell it to the old folks first, without even worrying about the youngens.

Charlie: What I heard is you came up with a kind of 1 form 1 time slogan.

Nola: Yes. Old people hate filling out forms. Government healthcare could have alleviated that problem. It would have worked but Summers threw a tantrum and got his way.

Charlie: And you were sent to the Hope for Haiti telethon?

Nola: Punishment, I thought at first. But when I got there I realized it was just a party. It was fantastic.

Charlie: And when you come back from the telethon there is so much public interest in you. Who was this little girl who had the power of men 8 times her age. President Obama decided you were ready to meet the press.

Nola: I had been dreaming of briefing the press at the Half-White House since I was a littler girl.

Charlie: One of my favorite moments in the press conference was the moment you were asked if it was true if you had the ear of the President. And you produced this brown plastic ear and threw it down on the podium. (laughing) Is that still true almost four years later?

Nola: No.

Charlie: It’s not?

Nola: I’ve got the balls of the President now. Why do you think he finally came out in support of gay marriage? It took some time but I’ve built up such an arsenal of information about this President that he can’t do much but tow the line. My line.

Charlie: Interesting. Let’s talk economy.

Nola: I won’t do it. First class or private. Only.

Charlie: I mean, Greece. Debt. What are your thoughts on this latest round of damn the banker? Jaime Dimon is a friend of yours I know.

Nola: Jaime Dimon? He’s a hedgehog. But I love the guy.

Charlie: You’ve defended, famously, a whale before-

Nola: Yes. An alleged killer whale.

Charlie: Any truth to the rumor you may be representing the London Whale?

Nola: I have other plans.

Charlie: I’m curious. Going back to the press conference. You answered all but one of the questions there. I think you know what I’m referring to.

Nola: I was.

Charlie: You are confirming then that you did indeed spend time in the Republican party during the Reagan administration working as an operative?

Nola: I did. I wanted to come on the show tonight and announce to the world that I in fact have never actually left the Republican party and have been working for them all along. The failed first term of the President can be directly linked to me. Failed bank reform. You’re welcome. Failed debt resolution. You’re welcome. Failed Universal Healthcare. You’re welcome. Failed Equal Rights for Gays and Lesbians. You’re Welcome. Failed Campaign Finance Reform. You’re Welcome.

Charlie: Have you spoken to the President recently?

Nola: No need. Haven’t you noticed? Me and Biden have gone rogue.

Charlie: But we will see more of you?

Nola: Oh yes. There will be much more of Nola Shumway to look forward to.

Charlie: Well Nola, thank you for your time. I can’t get over how grown up you seem compared to the girl I met at the ugh- that I met four years ago. I look forward to this next chapter.

Nola: A Presidency will do that do you.

Charlie:  Nola Shumway ladies and gentlemen. Perhaps former aide to the President of the United States.

Nola’s Back… In the way that the debt crisis is averted.

We once again return to the Oval Office.  Barack sits, smoking a Newport and  listening to the radio.

Barack: You’re still cool baby. You’re still cool.

He receives a text message :

He turns on a radio and let us now listen in:

Hola y recepción a otra tarde de secuestre la radio.

Obama: Oh Jesus. Can I get a translator in here?

(from Radio) Nola: No need for a translator O, I’m taking over the radio show tonight. Tell  Archuleta she can go back to falsifying the voter registration cards.

Obama: Can you hear me? See me?

Nola: No O, I’m on the radio. I can’t hear you or see you. I just know you that well. Which is exactly why I thought it was time to get in touch.

Obama (to an agent) cancel Archuleta, make sure this line is secure. Cut feed to any other signals.

Nola: And don’t worry about cutting feed to any outside signals. Nobody, save a few sad Colombians, is listening to this program. The hours are dreadful and the show is a bit – ugh, hopeless, if you know what I mean. Oh – hold on we need to play a request right now Call in and we can talk.

Cut to the radio station in Bogota. Nola sits in an old disc jockey booth playing 8 tracks.  A line of Columbian women and children stand at the door waiting for their turn to talk.

Nola motions to an old woman to step up to the mic:

Poor Colombian woman: Hola, mi nombre es Guadalupe Manore y quisiera decir mi marido Jose que aunque él puede todavía ser perdido en la selva con los gorilas I ámelo y esperanza que él se volverá pronto.

Nola: That was Guadalupe hoping that her crazy husband Jose will stop playing around with the Gorillas in the jungle and come home and help her raise their 58 children. Now I’m going to take a call from a sad and desperate man who is mourning the loss of his cajones. Go ahead O, say hello to the Colombians.

Obama: Nola! I am still your President. You can’t talk to me that way.

Nola: My president? O, in case you forgot you and your party totally abandoned me after the Whale trial. And everybody knows your balls are at this moment sitting in Boehner’s briefcase.

Obama: Nola, there were some non approved extracurricular assignments you involved yourself if you remember correctly.

Nola: Ah, the terminal tot squad. We were ahead of our time.

Obama: Where have you been?

Nola: O, we don’t have time. I’ll be back soon and explain everything.

Obama: In great detail I’m sure.

Nola: Sorry, hold on, gotta play another request:

(radio voice Nola) This song is dedicated to all you hostages out there in the jungle from all your women back here in Bogota. They’re just trying to survive papis just like you. And to the little mamisetas, I hope you’re hugging Sancho tight tonight:

<Music plays>
I don’t practice Santeria, I aint got no crystal ball…

Nola: O, okay back to you. This debt ceiling. No way you can do it without some revenue. I don’t care that you guys made poor Giffer come down there and vote. It isn’t going to help O. We’re broke.

Obama: Nola, it’s dead. No revenue. I can’t utter the word tax without Boehner crying like a little bitch.

Nola: Has anyone found his secret room yet?

Obama: Nola!

Nola: He has one O, I’m telling you. Classic signs of a pervert. He cries too much. Anyway, this debt issue – You’ve got to outsmart them. Remember that time we were at Old Ebbit’s and you wanted to leave the waiter a 10% tip and we argued?

Obama: I just don’t think what she did was worry of more than 10%.

Nola: You’re half black, I get it. You don’t have to constantly remind me. But, more importantly, what did I say when you said ‘what is it with white folks and tipping’

Obama: It’s the way we pay for our white guilt quietly, without having to admit to white guilt.

Nola: Bingo! O hold on- I just won.

Let us cut to Nola’s radio station/Bingo Hall

Nola is waving her Bingo card in the air while 100s of angry old Columbian women stare her down.

The bingo caller tries to wave off the bingo

Nola yells:  Escucha el asshole, yo quiere el pollo. I don’ cuidado de t si I’ m en el teléfono. Jugaba y pagué mi botella de Tequila mi tarjeta. ¡Quiero mi pollo! ¡Gané!

Sorry O, little mix up on the bingo game. Any who, You’ve got to level with these white rich people. You’ve got to speak their language. You can’t raise taxes. You have to call it taxes with a tip – or TWATs

Think about it. Who tips for everything?

Obama: Rich white people.

Nola: They tip at least 20% on everything. 20% to the Koreans for their nails even though they never do them quite as good as white people. 20% to Starbucks baristas even though they mostly screw up their super simple and not at all obnoxious ‘half skim, 2/3 decaf, steam to 500 degrees then put in the ice’ coffee-esque concoctions. 20% to the guy who washes the car even though they have to kindly remind him he missed the tires again. 20% to the guy who checks their coat. 20% to the guy who parks their car, the guy who mows the yard, the maid who cleans the house, the door guy who stands in front of their apt, the Persian who tailors their clothes, the dry cleaners, the fruit stand guy, the homeless people. The only people white people don’t tip are their families and other rich white people (their doctors, CPAs and lawyers) because as they say they ‘already pay for his second home in Barbados.’

You know that part of the reason tipping is structured into our culture? Because white people along time ago loved feeling like they were doing something for somebody above and beyond. They love that feeling more than anything else in the world.

And… it’s a win/win because it just so happens that those on the receiving end of the tips are people in a lower status. They can unload some of their white guilt and at the same time gain feelings of power. It’s really brilliant, actually. We just need to use it for our purposes.

So here’s your proposal. You add a federal Income tax tip bracket. You make these ‘tips’ visible to the public. I’ve already talked to Buffett

Obama: How are you in contact with Buffett? In Colombia?

Nola: Oh, O, there are a lot of things you don’t know about Buffett. Anyways– he’s on board. Once he starts tipping on his taxes – and twatting about the TWATs , they’ll all start tipping on their taxes. The one thing the richies can’t stand is for someone to tip more than them. You know Steve Wynn will ask his accountant ‘how much did Forbes tip on his taxes’ It’s just in their nature.

Obama: I can’t thank you enough. When are you coming back?

Nola: Not sure O, not sure. I’m rather enjoying this gig. I’m learning a lot about how to overthrow a government.

Obama: Nola!

Nola: Relax, in 2012 you’re going to thank me because you’re not getting reelected.

Obama: I think it’s up to the people.

Nola: That’s actually the problem.

Obama: Anyway, thanks so much my Sweet, Pretty, Young Nola. Anything else that could help my chances in 2012?

Nola: You have to push for Universal Healthcare. I know, I know you think the people hate it. But listen, you aren’t selling it right. What you need to do is present it to the folks like this: Universal healthcare means filling out only one New Patient form – ever. If that don’t get the old folks along for the ride I don’t what could. Ciao for now Comrade.

(radio voice) Let’s get back to soft hits with Nola ‘the kidnapped-love doctor’ Shumway.

Nola: Has your love been kidnapped by rebel guerilla forces? Are you missing your government sympathizer tonight? Come down and send them a message tonight on Kidnap Radio Bogota. (looks at pic of kidnap victim) I mean this guy just has the face of a hostage you know.

Back at the Oval office:

Barack: Get Carney in here. And get me the VP.

William Daley: Biden? I haven’t seen him in months.

Barack: Not Biden you idiot, my veto pen. We’re taking this thing back. Oh, and go get Boehner’s briefcase, I’ve got to get a couple of things out of it. And Daley?

Daley: yes, O?

Barack: Prepare the Lincoln bedroom, I suspect Nola will be around soon.

Nola in the nude: A Testament To Luke

The gospel according to
LUKE

SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW TESTAMENT:

(Nola turns and she is standing in a church beside a man praying.)

Nola: Oh God damn it, where is he? Jesus! Fuck! Where did that little bitch go?
Zacharias: (looks up at Nola) Jesus? Who is Jesus?
Nola: (looks down) As if I’m gonna tell you. Who are you?
Zacharias: Zacharias.

Nola looks down at her Bible for Dummies:
Zach-a-ri’-as

Nola: Zacharias, huh, you’re the father of that dastardly John the beheaded.
Zacharias: Father? (excited) I am to have a son?
Nola: (she slaps him) Hey crazy, don’t get too excited. He turns out to be a real wacko. Here, take two of these. (hands him a couple sheets of acid) Go lay down.
Zacharias: But a son? I have a son and name him John?
Nola: (confused) Yeah, you know, he baptizes Jesus, you know, the supposed son of god or if you prefer- Nephew. John tried to drown me. I got rid of him. (whilst bowing) You are welcome.
Zacharias: Bless you my angel. For you were sent from God.
Nola: Uh, noooooo. I was sent here for my protection. Okay. Because I sliced up my cellmate’s face. With a dirty razor. That’s all. No god, no miracle. (pulls out dirty razor and slices through the air) Just a moment of shear, pardon the pun, brilliance.
Zacharias: (running off screaming) A son! He comes and will be named John! He will baptize Jesus the son of God!
Nola: (yelling after him) Don’t forget the part about when I have him beheaded!
(Nola continues walking for what seems like days. She arrives to a town called Jerusalem. She sees a young effeminate boy hanging out at a church.)
Nola: Hi. (she waves spastically) I’m Nola, Nola Shumway. Friend to sinners, foe to saints.
Jesus: I am Jesus of Galilee.
Nola: No you’re not.
Jesus: Yes I am.
Nola: (getting upset) No, (forced smile) you’re…not! (pause) Twerp.
Jesus: (stands up) Yes! I! Am!
Nola: The Jesus I met is a man. You are a little boy.
Jesus: I’m twelve! My mother, Mary…
Nola: The slut?
Jesus: She told me that when I was a baby, angels came to my dad and said that I was the son of god.
Nola: Aren’t we all?
Jesus: Then when I was a baby they took me to the temple and there was this old man who said he had to see Christ before he died. And then (Nola is biting her nails impatiently) my mom and dad took me to him and he held me and he said
Nola: (reading from her bible) and I quote ‘For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,’ big whoop. Same thing happened to me. You know what he was looking for? My eight year old vagina. So some pervert in the church had a boner for a little kid. Trust me; this is news to no one.
Jesus: Wait, who are you? How do you know that?
Nola: I’m Nola. And you (whips out leash and puts it around his neck) are coming with me.
Jesus: (walking behind Nola away from the temple) You aren’t very nice. Where did you come from?
Nola: Skid row. Sort of looks like Galilee but with boxes and needles. Everyone knows you there. You’re famous. They cry out for you all night long. ‘help me Jesus, help me!’ So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to take you to them.
Jesus: But I have to go home and help mom with dinner.
Nola: Jesus, I hate to bring this up, but, you know, if I were you I would run away. Your mom is a slut, your dad is delusional. Your aunt and uncle are fame seekers. They’ve quite the life planned for you. Did you know that someday you are going to have to die, for my sins?
Jesus: What?
Nola: You heard me. According to Matthew-
Jesus: -Who is Matthew?
Nola: (looking up from her bible for dummies) No one you ever knew. And according to Mark.
Jesus: Mark?
Nola: Nobody important. A biographer of sorts. But according to them, and Luke… and John and eighty percent of the United States, (Jesus opens his mouth to speak and Nola puts her hand over his mouth) you are going to die for my sins.
Jesus: (wiping his snotty nose) But why would I die for your sins?
Nola: (flipping furiously through the bible) Um, I don’t know. I haven’t figured that out yet. But that’s what happens.

(they walk in silence a bit further)

Nola: Hey, Jesus, what’s it like- to have two dads? It must be really confusing. (pause) Hey, do you call one Gay ol’ Dad? That would be appropriate.

Off in the distance Mary and Joseph arrive at the temple only to see Jesus a hundred yards away walking with a girl.

Mary: Jesus!
Joseph: On a leash!

Cut to Evergreen Chapel:

Reverend Lowery: Jesus! On a leash!

CUT TO NOLA SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW TESTAMENT:

Voice from the sky: NOoooLaaaa! Nola Shumway!
Nola: oh Shiite! What? What now O? I’m in the middle of something. (looks at Jesus, who has just peed his robe)
Obama: Nola, I know very well what you are doing. I want you to keep moving. Back to Bethlehem.
Nola: But O!
Obama: No, Nola. This congregation is ready to wage war on the good Reverend. No more shenanigans.
Nola: Brittle Dicks! I’m just trying to be a good person and help.
Obama: (chuckling) Sure Nola. I’m sure you are. Just get back okay?
Nola: Okay, O, I’ll be good. (grabs her tatas) Scouts honor.
Obama: You were never a scout.
Nola: I dress up like one for Vladimir.
Obama: (chuckling) You are so silly, Sweet Pretty Young Nola.
Nola: (‘hail Hitler’ salute) Back to Bethlehem for me and Jesus!
Joseph: (from off) ON A LEASH!

CUT TO THE EVERGREEN CHAPEL:

Meanwhile back at the Evergreen Chapel, the congregation is now riveted by the craziness coming out of Reverend Lowery’s mouth. He continues to read, and they sit, hunched forward, some standing, urging him along:

Reverend Lowery: Uh, we are still in Luke, I’m not sure which chapter or verse. Ahem. (pause) Ha. Nola then turned and was standing on an empty dirt road. Jesus lost to her once again. An angry mob stands behind her. A man says to Nola, ‘you are the devil.’ Nola parted her lips, which made the mob quiver, but then closed her mouth, knowing full well who had told them that she must be the devil. The speaker for angry mob said ‘you will be sorry; you have crossed the son of god.’ And Nola did, then, raise her head and say ‘hahaha hahaha hahahaha. Hahaha hahahaha hahahaha. Is that supposed to frighten me? Hahaha hahaha hhahahaha. You tell your little slippery, black friend.
Congregation holus bolus: What? Did she just say black? Oh, I knew it girl. Jesus is black.
(applause erupts from the congregation- cheers and shouts of ‘Hallelujah’, ‘praise black Jesus’, and ‘New Orlins the devil’. Meanwhile Obama sits, in the corner with his head buried in his bible, desperately trying to locate Nola)
Reverend Lowery: ‘You tell your little slippery black friend that I’ve been looking for him. He keeps disappearing on me. The man laughed and turned to his group, ‘ha, the doubter claims he has not the power of miracles, yet she says herself she has seen him disappear. Hahaha’ Nola walked over to the man, pulled out a knife, dropped to the ground and stabbed him in the shin. As the man lay on the ground crying like a little bitch, Nola crawled alongside him and said ‘I was going to try to help you and your stupid little friends, but now I’m angry. You know what I know about your precious little cult leader that you don’t?
Congregation woman: Girl, this is better than Angels and Demons.
Reverend Lowery: ‘You know what I know about your precious little cult leader that you don’t? He’s going to die. Soon. Yeah, I got a message for your American buddy, you tell that murderer, that Maria’s never going to meet him. You tell him that Chino found out about them, and shot Her! She’s dead.

Record playing on the record player in the Chapel skips. Reverend stops looks up. Puzzled faces in the congregation.

Woman: (confused) Wait, girl, ain’t that from West Side Story?
Man: Who is Maria? Did she mean Mary?

Obama leaves the room with Bible in hand. He immediately opens it and finds Nola Skipping back to Bethlehem.

CUT TO NOLA SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW TESTEMANT:

Obama: Nola! West Side Story? Really? I am very upset with you at the moment.
Nola: (skipping) Well, get in line, O, I’ve got an angry mob of pedophiles after me, Jesus is missing and off his leash, and this Bible for dummies has a vague map situation. I’m lost and my Iphone isn’t pulling up maps. I’m moving as fast as I can. Quit bugging me. I’ll see you soon.
Obama: I’ll pray that you do.

To be continued…… (one more time)

Nola in the nude: A Testament To Matthew

The Gospel According To
MATTHEW
We meet up with Nola in Bethlehem, where she is staying with a friendly innkeeper and his wife. She has a copy of the Bible, which she keeps referring to as The Bible for Dummies. She is bored, restless and ready for something interesting or anything really, to happen. She is lying on the floor of the Inn flipping through the latest copy of Foreign Policy magazine.
Nola: What? O? What in a cat’s scratch are you doing in Russia? Why didn’t you tell me? (She stands, magazine still in hand.) Is that Vladdy? Why is he standing in the-
CUT TO EVERGREEN CHAPEL:

(Meanwhile over at Evergreen Chapel in Camp Pendleton Obama has just sat down to Sunday service and as he takes out his Bible the Reverend Joseph Lowery begins his sermon.)
Reverend Joseph Lowery: Welcome. The Gospel (long pause) according to Matthew. Chapter one, verse one says ‘The book (pause) of the (pause) generation of Jesus Christ, (pause) the son of David, (pause) the son of Abraham.
Nola: Psst. O? Can you hear me?
(Obama looks around)
Reverend Joseph Lowery: Verse 2 (pause) Abraham begat Isaac, you see, (looks up from his bible) you see how we all come together? One after another? (back to his bible) And Isaac begat Jacob, (pause) he sure did.
Nola: PSSSSSSt. O? Hey, you there?
(Obama looks down at his bible)
1 The book of the generation of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham.
2 Abraham begat Isaac; and Isaac begat Jacob ‘blah blah blah- Nola Shumway here! Friend to sinners; foe to saints. Nola requests an audience with the President of these (for now) United States.’

Obama:
Nola? Can you hear me?
Nola: Of course I can. Don’t act so stinking surprised. The bible speaks to people all the time. Now listen O, what’s up? Why am I reading about you canoodling with my man?
Obama: (Chuckling) Nola, first of all, this was your idea. You were the one concerned about US –Russian relations.
Nola: I’m listening.
Obama: It was strictly political posturing on my part. Please believe me. I am in no way cozying up to that man.
Nola: My man.
Obama: Your man. Correct.
Nola: He had tea with you at his house. On his deck. I saw the pictures. Did he ask about me? The first time we kissed we were out on that deck. He had just ordered the poisoning of a former KGB operative and I had just finished eating my milk and cookies. We were sitting on the deck and he took me on his lap and I stared into his cold lifeless eyes.
Obama: Nola, you’re rambling. How are things in Bethlehem?
Nola: Sa-noozey. There isn’t anything to do here. This Inn is a disaster. It’s actually more like a barn. There is this crazy couple staying with us though. Get this O, there is this crazy guy, his name is Joseph. He says his soon to be wife, a thirteen year old virgin, is pregnant with the son of God. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. Do you believe that? A thirteen year old virgin? He actually told us that story over dinner. Said he was visited by some angel who told him that Mary, that’s his slutty fiancé, was carrying the son of God and he should marry her anyway. Of course my hosts immediately threw them out into the actual barn.
Obama: Nola, I have to go. People are staring. You be good. Remember- I’ll be watching.
Nola: Fine. Fine. You get all the excitement. Tell Sonia I said hi. Can my next mission be California? I’ve developed a slight crush on a one Huell Howser and think I have a great plan for California.
Obama: Fine. Uh, Nola?
Nola: YEE-es, O?
Obama: Mind yourself. P’s, Q’s, and stay OUT OF TROUBLE.
Nola: Got it.
CUT BACK TO NOLA SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW TESTAMENT:
 
Nola closes her Bible for Dummies and finds herself standing knee deep in a river. She begins to ask a man standing near her for directions back to Bethlehem when all of a sudden-
Nola: (submerged in the water) gargle gargle gargle. Sir (breath) can you please tell me- gargle gargle gargle- (breath) where I can- Sir! Gargle. (kicks the man in the shin underwater) Can you stop doing that sir! I’m trying to ask how to get back to- gargle gargle gargle. (Another kick from Nola to his shin. She breaks free and runs away toward a group of men talking by a fishing boat. As she walks up the three men start to walk away)
Brunette Man: (to the others) Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
Nola: My Gays!
(Nola runs after them trying to catch up. She follows them up a steep mountain and arrives at a clearing where there are many men standing around flirting. She checks Bible for Dummies. It seems that she’s made her way to a club called Sermon on the Mount. There is a young, attractive Brunette man that has the audience captivated. He speaks slowly and softly. Sort of like an annoying liberal brat who went to an ivy-league college because his parents are uber-rich and then decides for a year he’s going to get rid of all possessions because they quote “don’t really mean anything.” You know the kind that black kids in the ghetto just want to beat the shit out of.
Brunette Man: Verily I say unto thee, Thou shalt by no means come out then-
Nola: (to man standing by her) You can’t come out? Are you guys in politics?
Man: No.
Nola: Actors?
Man: No.
Nola: Football players?
Man: Shh.
Brunette Man: Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, thou shalt not commit adultery.
Nola: (clapping) Here! Here! Who wants to be a stupid ol adult anyway! (To man) Who is this guy anyway?
Man: He is Jesus of Nazareth.
Nola: Don’t know him.
Man: Jesus of Galilee.
Nola: Don’t know him.
Man: Jesus born in Bethlehem.
Nola: Hey! I know Bethlehem. That’s where I just came from. Oh Man, I have some good gossip!
Man: Do tell, little child.
Nola: Well, I stayed at this inn and this crazy man Joseph came to stay with his whore of a fiancé. He told us all that his son was to be born of his whore fiancé Mary, who, by the way claimed to be a virgin, and that he was the son of God.
Man: (excited, points to Brunette man) That’s him. Jesus. Son of God.
CUT TO EVERGREEN CHAPEL:
 
Reverend Lowery :(reading aloud) ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA. And Nola did then fall down to the ground and roll around until she had tired herself. And when, then she was finished laughing at this newly discovered information she rose up onto her feet and said –
CUT BACK TO NOLA SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW TESTAMENT:
Nola: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. AHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH. Seriously, that little guy over there is the son of God? But I was just over at that inn yesterday.
(All of a sudden a thunderous voice seemingly coming from the sky speaks)
Obama: Nola! No-La Shumway!
Man: It’s god! He speaks. Who is Nola?
Nola: (pushing past him, he falls to the ground and Nola calls back to the man.) That’s not God stupid, it’s Obama. The President. I’m Nola. Nola Shumway. Friend to sinners; foe to saints.
Nola: Hey O, what’s up?
Obama: Nola, what are you doing?
Nola: Hahaha. O, This guy just told me that this over guy over there. Can you see me? Or just hear me.
Obama: Nola, you’re changing the bible. (whispering) Everyone at church thinks the good Reverend is disturbed.
Nola: Well, O, I hate to keep bringing this up, but when it comes to Reverends your track record isn’t exactly-
Obama: -Nola! Not another word! Now, I told you to stay out of trouble. That means don’t do anything that will draw attention. Now, I will be in church the rest of the morning, so if you disturb the New Testament I will know about it.
Nola: Yes sir! Oh, tell Malia I said hi. And tell Joe he owes me forty bucks.
Obama: For what?
Nola: You know I can’t say. But I wish you would have picked a veep with a little more faith in your ability to stay alive. O, I gotta go, things just got interesting…
TO BE CONTINUED……….