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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.

Nola Shumway: Purge and Ac-Quisitions Specialist

A cave, somewhere in (redacted for security purpose). Self-described Secretary Of State Nola Shumway is being led to a small room. She is blindfolded and wearing her BurqAlaïa. She is sat down in a chair. Enter a man that could be 1. An extra on Homeland when they film in Israel but it is supposed to be Lebanon or 2. A leader of Al-Qaeda. He is reading a book ‘How To Win Friends and Influence People’

Al-Jazeera: (just kidding, that’s a news station. Gotcha!)

Al- Atosis: Take off the fataah’s blindfold.

Nola: If you just called me fat I swear to G  – Allah I will drop a drone guided missile on your mother’s house. I kid! I kid! We already did that.

Nola takes her blindfold off.

Nola: First I would like to start this meeting off by saying I would rather be raped than beheaded. Just throwing it out there.

Al- Atosis: Hahahahaha. (To Al-Anon) I like this one. No raping. I wouldn’t lie down with you filthy infidel.

Nola: Am I going to be beheaded?

Al- Atosis: This is the problem with you infidels; you think all we do is rape or behead.

Nola: And blow things up and crash things into buildings. Yes, that is pretty much my working knowledge. Also, you make really cheesy propaganda videos.

Al-Atosis: We are so much more than that and this is precisely the reason we brought you here. Al-Anon (he waves) has been watching you. We are very interested in what you can do for us. Please listen.

Nola: What exactly can I help you with?

AL-Atosis: What are your thoughts about Al-Qaeda?

Nola: Disorganized, lacking a clear mission statement. Wasteful. Incompetent.

Al- Anon: Filthy Bitch!

Al-Atosis: Let her talk! (he shoots Al- Anon) Please, go on.

Nola: You’re past your time. The planes thing? I’ll give you that. Well executed.

Al- Atosis: Pun intended?

Nola: Of course. But since then really nothing. In the meantime the Baja Cartel, Tea Party, Hipsters – they’ve all grown by leaps and bounds. I mean over the summer, the cartels had an Allahdamn recruitment film running in American Theatres called Savages.

Al- Atosis: Al-Yankabitch, why do we not have such a thing?

Nola: Who’s your PR guy?

Al- Atosis: Praise be to Allah he rests with the virgins now.

Nola: Osama? That was your marketing guy? Ineffective, for obvious reasons, but my God- Allah, he was terrible on camera. No charisma. And he’s dead. Al- Yankabitch, you seem theatrical.

Al-Yankabitch: You’ve seen Afghan Idol.

Nola: Nobody did, there weren’t enough antennas.

AL- Yankabitch: (sad) I was a finalist.

Nola: Correction you were a semi finalist moved to finalist after they shot the woman because she swayed – probably wobbly from heat stroke – but she swayed a bit and you shot her in the head.

Al-Atosis: You watched Afghan Idol.

Nola: I was there. Big mistake shooting the woman. Women are what you need and your recruitment strategy is all off. Sure promising 72 virgins to a man in exchange for blowing up the consulate is a good idea, it’s actually genius. But do you know what a woman imagines when she’s promised 72 virgins? The worst 4-minute gang bang of her life. That’s hell, my friend. Which reminds me. We need a kindler gentler Al- Qaeda, which is why we will no longer be referring to them as infidels. They will now be called Friend-fidels. Ps. You’re all pissed off about all the sex happening down here, but it seems like your idea of heaven is a whole lot like an orgy. What if I told you I could give you heaven on earth?

Al- Atosis: Go on.

Nola: Have you ever heard of a little town in Russia called (redacted for obvious reasons)?

Al- Atosis: I mean go on about ideas in regards to Al- Qaeda.

Nola: Well, you guys need a serious rebrand of this organization. Just a few thoughts of the top of my burqa – Fire on your CFO. (They do. They kill AL-Yankabitch) Finances. They’re tied up in the American markets. Remember this: You should trust the Americans in the markets the way you trust an Arab at the market.

Al- Atosis: (laughing) That’s good. I like that joke.

Nola: Also, suspicious packages? Ridiculous. You know what’s not suspicious? (throws newspaper desk) A Newspaper bundle at a newspaper stand. Simple.

Al- Atosis: (jumps) Holy Shiite!

Nola: (laughing) Relax. I’m a scare-orist. It’s just the Moscow Mull. Look at the front page. That’s Vladdy and I at that Ballet.

Al- Atosis: (relaxes a little) Okay, what do we do first?

Nola: Bring in AL-Ly, Al-Ice, and Al-Exandra. From now on we’re a friendly fair-orist organization. Al-Ly, press release. We’re going public – use Twitter not VHS. Al-Ice, get Dimon on the phone – we’ll have GS underwrite the offering: stock weapons. Al- Exandra, get me the President.

Al- Exandra: His head?

Nola: No, on the phone.

Al-Atosis: Americans don’t negotiate with terrorists.

Nola: No, but they do business with them.

Al- Atosis: we have nothing to offer.

Nola: You make one hell of an IED and I think Americans would love to see those on the side of the road in the dreaded lane merge situation. You know that asshole that always drives up the shoulder and cuts in at the last moment? Boom! Yeah, he’d think twice if he knew there were strategically buried IEDS along the road. That alone could win over the hearts and minds of the Americans. Also, you’re our way into Saudi oil. We’ll get you uniforms and you’ll look like a better friend than the Pakistanis in no time. And finally, you can’t kill Americans in bunches anymore at the same time. You have to do it slowly, subtlety – think Mcdonalds, Camel, and Reality Television. Americans love to be killed; they just like to do it on their own turns. It’s what we call Freedom.

Al- Atosis: Do you think it could work?

Nola: You’ll sadly never be around to see the day.

Al- Atosis: I suppose it will take such a long time.

Nola: No, literally I will turn this thing around by tomorrow morning. Your problem is that you’re eating a banana dipped in Ricin.

Al- Atosis: Infidel!

Nola jumps over the dirt table and puts a knife to his throat. He is dying. She whispers:

Nola: Friend-fidel, my friend, Friend-fidel.

And far away at the Half-White House O receives a text message:

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.

ISRAELI ROCKET LANDS 10 FEET FROM THEM

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.

Whale of a Tale Part 3: Wingslaps, Whale tale high fives and double dutch.

We return to the third and final installment of Whale of a Tale:

StingRay is placed on the stand and the swearing-in books are placed in his tank.

 Just as he is about to place his barb on the books the Judge interrupts –

Judge: Witness may proceed without swearing in.

Prosecutor Rundle: StingRay.

StingRay: Gooday.

Prosecutor Rundle: Care to tell us how it is that you came to kill Steve Irwin?

StingRay: Alright, sure, mate. That croc over there ‘proached me to do a deal. Said he needed to get rid of that crikey white devil. Said he pay me ten squid to off him. So that’s what I did.

Prosecutor Rundle: No further questions.

Judge: Defense.

Nola: Sting Ray Can you tell me which of these two is the croc that approached you about murdering Steve Irwin?

StingRay: The one on the left.

Nola: You’re positive?

StingRay: I’m positive.

Nola: (to jury) Let the record show witness has admitted to being HIV positive and also that he is sure that the ‘croc’ on the left is the one he spoke too.

Prosecutor Rundle: Objection! Defense is salamandering the witness.

Nola: Fine. I strike my statement. Let the record show witness denies being HIV positive and believes that the croc on the left is the croc he spoke with.

Prosecutor Rundle: Oh Jesus! I give up!

Nola: Let the record show that both of these pictures are in fact of the same…. Alligator!

Court gasps!

Nola: Witness can’t tell the difference between an alligator and a crocodile! Remove him.

StingRay slaps Nola across the face with his wing. She flies across the room, hits the wall slides to the floor, gets up and takes her seat next to the ‘Alleged’ Killer Whale.

Judge: Closing statements. Prosecution?

Prosecutor Rundle stands at her table and addresses the jury –

Prosecutor Rundle: I need a drink.

Judge: Very well. Defense?

Nola throws herself on the ground and goes on a fifteen minute tantrum

Nola: I don’t wanna- it’s not fair, you can’t make me… waaaa…. Waaa. And another thing…. I don’t wanna… It isn’t fair!

Fifteen minutes later

Nola: (rolling around on the floor) I don’t think it’s fair! I don’t wanna!

Judge: Nola.

Nola: But it’s not fair! I don’t wanna!

Prosecutor Rundle: This is childish even for a child. I can’t believe I’m here.

Judge: NOLA!

Nola: Yes?

Judge: I think we get it.

Nola: Great. I’ll be outside playing double dutch with the homeless. (She skips out) Lalala lalala lalala….

Judge: Jury, please remove yourselves to deliberate.

Let us now cut to CNN

Nancy Grace: Well Wolf, the texts just keep on comin’ in and I’d say our little Miss Nola is going to have to put up a big fat L on her forehead because the case that the prosecution presented was just too much to argue with. Who can argue with ‘I need a drink’, who? I certainly couldn’t. It looks like I’m not going to get to throw my babies off the Brooklyn Bridge after all.

Wolf: You meant to say have – right? You meant to say you weren’t going to have to throw your babies over the Brooklyn Bridge. Right?

Nancy: (throws her head back) Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha! Ha! Yes of course. (All of a sudden very serious) Let’s cut to the deliberation of the jury. For the first time ever we’ve been granted permission to listen in as the jury deliberates. Listen carefully to hear your concerned citizens fulfill their civic duty.

 

Nancy: Well Wolf, it looks like they are really getting into the bones of the case and really trying to get at the heart of the matter.

Wolf: I’ll be honest Nancy; I just heard a lot of crazy rambling.

Judge: Tea Party Jury, you have come to a verdict?

Tea Party Foreman: We have your honor- and may I just say that you were and only granted the power to preside over these hearings by the greatest document known to any man on any planet – The Constitution – and so you think you have the power but the true power lies in the people.

Judge: Just shut the fuck up and read the verdict.

Tea Party Foreman: Yes sir. We the jury felt that the defendant was guilty –

Nola looks down at phone

Tea Party foreman: – But then we couldin’ really agree on as to why we thought the whale was guilty so then we come up wit the solution that the whale wasn’t guilty but the victim. We think. So we find for the defendant.

Nola: Your honor, in light of the recent finding defendant asks that Sea World and furthermore the state of Florida to pay for all legal fees incurred during this trial.

Judge: Granted.

Nola: Defendant wishes to be immediately released into the wild and citing the ruling Keenan VS Butler in which the victim was given the property of the perpetrator’s compound, we ask that Bristol Bay be awarded to the Whales as a sanctuary.

Judge: Granted.

Nola: In the legal document I just filed two seconds ago through Legal Zoom, the crocodiles have filed a suit against the Federal Government for not protecting them against immigrants, namely and most specifically Steve Irwin and that creepy little daughter of his.  The crocodiles ask that compensation be paid with the immediate take over by said crocodiles of every swamp and marsh land in the America.

Judge: Granted.

Nola: On behalf of Siegfried and Roy’s Tiger, on the grounds that Montecore and many other cats were held against their will and humiliated for years we ask that the Federal Government promptly invade Africa and give it to the Tigers.

Montecore: Aw, hell no I ain’t going back to Africa. Get my ass a floor at Aria.

Nola: Motion to strike last request.

Judge: granted.

Nola: Defense instead asks that in regards to the Tiger, the Federal Government allow my Russian boyfriend to strong-arm the Vegas Casino and hotel Aria to allow for immediate accommodation of said upper level penthouse for Montecore as long as he or his heirs shall live.

Judge: Granted.

Nola: (Takes out Milk crate) and another thing! Let the record show that on this day, this administration’s littlest aide, has introduced a bill which will, with my boyfriend’s money, and frankly my boyfriend’s threats, be pushed through Congress and the Senate quickly, this bill called the Animal Rights Act of 2010 says that as long as  animals display signs of intelligence that surpass their human counterparts:

Nola: Then animals shall be given the same rights to freedom as all persons. Animals will no longer be used as entertainment or as slaves. And if you do use said animals for entertainment or as slaves, let it be known that this administration will come after you with the full force of our rewritten powers. And we’re going to take back what is owed to the animals; they’re environment. And we isn’t gonna quit until that whole fucking environment belongs to them again. Thank you from Florida, goodnight.

Nola high fives Al Gore

Formerly accused Killer Whale high fives Nola with his tail and sends her flying across the room. Nola it’s the wall and slides down to the floor. She looks down at her phone

Nola talks to the press, leaves (almost) no question unanswered…

You’ll need to know (if, in fact you don’t already. Shameful)–

Jon Favreau: (not the director) actually, head scriptwriter  speechwriter for Obama.

Robert Gibbs: Press Secretary (follow him on twitter!)

(We find our sweet, pretty, young Nola, backstage at her first press conference.)

Robert Gibbs: And stop calling it a press conference. We call it a briefing. Conference portrays an image of togetherness. Briefing is what we’re doing. We talk, they listen, we leave.

Nola: (standing behind blue curtain, peeking out, watching the press take their seats) this is worse than the Oscars. Is it really pertinent to make sure everyone sits in their assigned seat?

Robert Gibbs: (looking up from his notes) huh, well I personally think it’s all a bunch of bullshit. But, real estate is real estate I guess.

Nola: I guess. Hey, Gibbs, can I call you Gibbles and Quips?

Robert Gibbs: No you may not.

Nola: Got it. Hey Gibbler?

Robert Gibbs: (annoyed) Yes Nola.

Nola: I have some ish-hues with this speech.

(Jon Favreau comes running in from-well- from nowhere quite frankly.)

Nola: Where in a fat girl’s belly button did you come from?

Jon Favreau: It’s not important. Don’t touch that speech Nola. It’s perfect. O signed off on it. I know how you like to get on your little Milk crate and lecture and rant and rave, but not today. Everything has been carefully loaded into the teleprompter. We are not going off script on this one.

Nola: The speech needed edits.

Jon: That speech is a dream.

Robert Gibbs: Hey! Hey! Gentleman (looks down at Nola confused)

Nola: Little woman is okay by me thank you.

Robert Gibbs: Gentleman and little woman. Some perspective. We are about to go out and tell the Press, and more importantly, the Republican attack machine-

(Nola and Jon start mimicking Rush Limbaugh’s fist pumping at the Miss America pageant.)

Robert Gibbs: Guys. Guys. Stop. I’m serious. We are about to go out there, you know, and tell them that an eight year old, who may or may not have ties to the KGB-

Nola: Oh I do, Gibbles, I do.

Robert Gibbs: (stares at her) Right, okay… that an eight year old, with ties to the KGB has the ear of the President.

(All of a sudden The Black Eyed Peas tonight’s gonna be a good night comes on- probably from Favreau’s IPod. Nola and Jon start fist pumping like crazy)

Robert Gibbs: I give up. (Pause) Weren’t you two fighting?

(Music stops)

(Sexy Intern walks in.)

Sexy Intern: Two minutes Mr. Secretary.

Nola: (To Gibbs) I’m (waving her hand in front of his face) bringing my Milk crate on. (Waves hand) Hello? Robert? What is wrong with you?

Jon: He still isn’t used to all the sexy females around here.

(Nola kicks Gibbs in the groin)

Nola: Hey Jerk. Mary Catherine Gibbs is a smart broad. Don’t fuck it up on some skanky coquette with connections. Intern- put your shirt back on. Jon- here are the edits to the speech. Let’s do this!

(Nola and Jon push Gibbs out on stage. They peek through the curtain to see what is going on)

Nola: (to Jon) oh for the love of Turkish bathes, I told him not to do the Ann Curry joke. It isn’t funny, and nobody is going to get it. It’s like the time that little spelling bee kid tried to do a Napoleon Dynamite joke. Wrong audience. What a schmuck.

Let us cut to the Briefing:

The White House

Office of the Press Secretary

For Immediate Release                                                                                                                                March 10, 2010

Briefing by White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs and Special Advisor to the President Nola Shumway.

James S Brady Press Briefing Room

934 EST

Robert Gibbs: Good morning, good morning, everybody in the news this morning, good morning. Today, in response to an overwhelming abundance of gossip and hearsay, the administration has decided to make available for the Press and public, a close adviser to the president, Nola Shumway. She will give a short statement and take no questions. She is unfortunately due at another engagement at 1000 am. Thank you. Without further delay, I give you Nola Shumway.

[Nola Shumway walks out from behind the blue curtain. She passes the podium. She sets down a Milk crate, labeled ‘In Memory of Harvey’, steps onto Milk crate and begins to speak.]

Let us cut to the oval office, where O, Jon and a few cabinet members have joined to watch Nola on the feed:

Obama: (inhaling) I think she’s going rogue.

Jon: No, she’s going to do the speech.

Hillary: After what that little slut said about me and Bill? I hope they crucify her.

Obama: (laughing) Nola would enjoy that. Ever since she got back from the New Testament she can’t stop talking about the kinky crucifixion role play she wants to do with Vladimir.

Jon: Eww. That’s like talking about my little sister.

Obama: (laughing) hey, Hill, you wanna hit this?

Hillary: Actually, yes. Fucking bill. You know, Nola was right though. It is burgers or bitches with him. It’s like, if he’s not shoving a burger in his mouth he’s shoving his cock down some slut’s throat.

(O and Jon laughing hysterically.)

Jon: You wanna piss him off? I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was twelve.

Let us cut to The Briefing Room-

[Nola steps on a Milk crate labeled ‘In Memory of Harvey’ and looks down at the speech Jon Favreau prepared]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nola: You know what, this statement is retarded. I’m going to go ahead and take some questions.

[Gibbs faints.]

Let us cut back to the Oval office.

Obama: (choking on smoke) Oh Jesus, she’s rogue!

Let us cut back to the Briefing Room:

Nola: Okay wait! Hold on. Let me get my seating chart.

 [Nola jumps up onto the podium, sits on it, swinging her legs over the front. She begins.]

Nola: Okay. Let us open the floor for questions. Helen?

Helen: Well, Nola. May I call you that, Nola?

Nola: You my dear may even call me late to din din.

[Chuckles in the room]

Helen: Well Nola, I must say I speak for this entire room when I say we’ve been anxiously waiting for when the time would come when we were finally given access to you. We’ve heard quite a bit about you. What I want to know is… is it true? Do you indeed have the ear of the President?

Nola: [reaches into her pocket and pulls out a brown plastic ear] I do indeed.

[Chuckles in the room]

Nola: Jake.

Jake: Hi Nola, Jake Tapper, ABC –

Nola: – I know who you are. I follow you on Twitter.

Jake: Wow. Thanks.

Nola: You aren’t funny. A dry liquor cabinet at your inlaws’ house when you’re staying the weekend is funnier than you. An HIV-infected child prostitute is funnier than you.

Jake: Ouch. Okay. Well speaking of HIV.

[Nola laughs]

Nola: See, HIV is funnier than you.

Jake: My sources tell me you were recently heard making disparaging remarks to an assistant at the HopeforHaitiNow benefit in regards to HIV positive adults.

Nola: Yes.

Jake: My source says you also told the assistant; I quote “you can throw my gift bag Haitian baby in the dumpster.’

Nola: I’m looking for a question. Does anybody see a question floating around here?

Jake: Well, my question… I suppose… is…

Nola: Yessss……

Jake: Do these statements reflect your true nature?

Nola: They do. (Looks down at her chart.) Jesus on a Leash, lemme just get this one out the way. Wendell.

[Wendell stands up begins to speak]

Nola: We know, we know. Fox News, row 2, seat 4. Nobody cares. Go.

Wendell: Are you a Socialist?

Nola: I enjoy a good cocktail party now and then.

Wendell: Are you a Communist sympathizer?

Nola: Well, if you’re referring to the time I accompanied Kim Jong Il to the opening of Ballet of the Fat in Moscow, then I must admit I am. In my defense, the poor thing’s date backed out at the very last moment. Its bad manners to leave a friend in a church, isn’t it?

Wendell: You mean ‘lurch.’

Nola: Oh no, I’m quite certain I mean church thank you. Sheryl.

Sheryl: Can you comment on the nature of your relationship with Prime evil, pardon, Minister Vladimir Putin?

Nola: Sexual.

[The room collectively gasps]

Nola: I kid! I kid! Geesh. We also hang out together. We really like to walk together around his duck pond. But mostly we really like Fu-

Let us cut to the Oval Office:

(Obama, who has passed out, is being fanned. Favreau is hiding all of the drugs and Hillary is laughing so hard she has just pee’d in her pants.)

Let us cut to FOXNEWS breaking news ticker:

PRESDENT’S EIGHT YEAR OLD AID ADMITS PURLY S XUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH PRIM MINSTER VLADIMIR PEWTIN

Let us cut to a mobile home in Mobile, Alabama:

Wom’n: See, I knew it. That Obama is selling that sex trade to the Rushins just like Rush talked bout.

Man: An that money is goin straight to pay fer his birf certificate doctrin.

Let us cut back to the Briefing Room:

Nola: Okay. Okay. Settle down. Please. We need to stay on track. I really do have a ten o’clock.  Alright. Any-many-miny-Oh! (Looks down at seating chart, her finger placed on) Jennifer-

Jennifer: (crazy woman who talks to Nola like a baby) Hi! Hi! Hewoh! Can you tell us your… favorite…color?

Nola: Light skinned Negro. (Pause) of all of those fat fingers that you’re waving at me, can you tell me which your favorite was?

[Confusion on Jennifer’s face. Nola snaps her fingers at two huge, scary, white Russians who come and remove Jennifer from the room]

Nola: (screaming) DOES ANYWODY ELSE HAVE ANY QWESTIONS FOR WA LIL GIRL?

[Silence]

Nola: Good. Chip.

Chip Reid: Word in Washington is that you and the President differed on his idea to extend a safe haven for Haitian illegals in the US after the earthquake. Is this true?

Nola: True.

Chip Reid: Can you speak as to why you disagree with his policy?

Nola: I’ll only say to my Mexican friends who unlike their Haitian rivals, don’t come here with Machetes and bad music to rape and pillage the country: Ruegue para la lluvia, mis amigos, ruegue para much alluvia de mierda. (pause) Ed.

Ed Henry: I’m holding here a chart that was obtained by sources close to the RNC.

Nola: A Leak.

Ed: Um, (red faced) well, I can assure you I have no knowledge of-

Nola: (kicks Gibbs, wakes him) Gibbler, there’s a leak. (Pointing to ceiling) it seems like water. You should go check it out. Okay, Ed. Go ahead.

Ed: Oh, okay. So, this is a chart that seems to be signed by you.

Nola: Excellent journalistic work, Ed. Get to the pointed question.

Ed: is this a joke?

Nola: It is not. It is a clear and simple approach to Health Care Reform.

Ed: (laughing) But you can’t, seriously, think that a ‘Conservative Plan’ that leaves out preventative medicine because they ‘pray to God for that’ will be taken seriously.

Nola: Well, as you know, I spent a great deal of time in the New Testament chasing down Jesus. What I learned is that people, who believe in God, believe that God has a plan.  If God plans on you developing colon cancer than it’s against God’s plans to go in for a screening. I’m just abiding by the beliefs of god fearing people. (Pause) Yes, Mike.

Mike: Yes, Mike, from Time. I’ve done my research and it’s pretty interesting. You’ve had your little hands in everything from Prop 8 to gangs, even the banking crisis. That is quite a schedule for a little girl.

Nola: yes, well I have to keep busy. Can’t let this girlish figure get fat. Vladdy doesn’t do fat.

Mike: Well, I appreciate the transparency. You’ve been honest and answered every question directly. I think I speak for the entire press corps when I say it’s a refreshing change.

[Every (cough) journalist, save for one in the back, gets up and applauds]

Let us cut to the Oval Office:

Obama: (smiling) My Sweet Pretty Young Nola. I’m amazed. They love her.

Fav: (sad) she didn’t even say one of my words.

Hillary: (stunned) I think they’re mesmerized by her nipples. How is she getting away with not wearing a shirt?

Fav: Strategically placed suspenders.

Hillary: Is that allowed?

Obama: She’s been working with Christian from Project Runway. It’s art.

Let us cut back to the Briefing Room:

Nola: Oh, please sit.

[Gibbs pokes his head out from behind the blue curtain and signals for her to wrap it up]

Nola: Okay. Okay. Please stop. I know you love me. Geesh, I didn’t think we would have to break out the drool buckets. (Laughing) Okay. I have to skedaddle. I’ve a very important case starting in a few days. It’s a whale of a tale this one. That’s all, that’s all. Tata.

[From the shadow in the back of the room the lone seated journalist stands and yells one final question for our sweet little Nola]

Journalist: Ms. Shumway, What have to say about your years spent as an operative for the Republican Party?

[Fav’s IPod skips just as Gibbs dives from behind the blue curtain. Gibbs pulls Nola out and the live feed goes dark]