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ptahrrific) wrote2007-06-29 01:44 am
ptahrrific) wrote2007-06-29 01:44 am
Fake News: We, The People
Title: We, The People
Fandom: TDS
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G if you don't think about the implications too hard.
Words: ~300
Disclaimer:
Please, make no mistake:
these people aren't fake,
but what's said here is no more than fiction.
It only was writ
because we like their wit
and wisecracks, and pull-squints, and diction.
We don't mean to quibble,
but this can't be libel;
it's never implied to be real.
No disrespect's meant;
if you disapprove, then,
the back button's right up there. Deal.
Notes: The first fic from the May 7, 2007 toss.
We, The People
They all came at his call, some with more token protest than others, but, in the end, all of them: eager, hopeful, and expecting to be the only one. The first to show up (Tad, because he was in the studio at the time) sustained this illusion until the second (Mo Rocca, for no very good reason) arrived; it remained shattered thereafter. Even the strongest denial couldn't hold up in the face of the crowd.
Stephen walked out in full professional regalia, suit crisp, tie meaning business. He found O'Reilly and Olbermann glaring daggers at each other; Rob and Ed making awkward conversation, though not nearly so awkward as that of Sam and Jason; Carlson eyeing Jon suspiciously from one side of the room, Scarborough with ill-concealed appreciation from the other; Oliver and Aasif looking like fish out of water, while Amy and Steve had cleary sorted it out and looked like they could barely keep straight faces; Hannity and Colmes studiously avoiding each other's eyes; Geraldo avoiding everyone's eyes; Anderson trying to catch someone's eye, and of course having no luck; and Fonda seeming languidly comfortable but studiously avoiding looking at Lorraine.
Stephen clapped his hands. They stood at attention. Not a few blushes were in evidence.
"Jimmy, if you would."
The screens lit up with the Situation Room, in which Wolf Blitzer read: "In a baffling story, all twenty-one museums and historical archives in posession of an original copy of the Constitution have reported them missing. Experts can find no pattern to the thefts - it's almost as though they were committed by twenty-one different people, none of which were aware of each other. Nobody has yet claimed responsibility or made any demands..."
"That's enough, Jimmy." The image switched off. Stephen looked over the crowd.
"I appreciate the thought, I really do," he said briskly, "but you're going to have to give them back."
Fandom: TDS
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G if you don't think about the implications too hard.
Words: ~300
Disclaimer:
Please, make no mistake:
these people aren't fake,
but what's said here is no more than fiction.
It only was writ
because we like their wit
and wisecracks, and pull-squints, and diction.
We don't mean to quibble,
but this can't be libel;
it's never implied to be real.
No disrespect's meant;
if you disapprove, then,
the back button's right up there. Deal.
Notes: The first fic from the May 7, 2007 toss.
We, The People
They all came at his call, some with more token protest than others, but, in the end, all of them: eager, hopeful, and expecting to be the only one. The first to show up (Tad, because he was in the studio at the time) sustained this illusion until the second (Mo Rocca, for no very good reason) arrived; it remained shattered thereafter. Even the strongest denial couldn't hold up in the face of the crowd.
Stephen walked out in full professional regalia, suit crisp, tie meaning business. He found O'Reilly and Olbermann glaring daggers at each other; Rob and Ed making awkward conversation, though not nearly so awkward as that of Sam and Jason; Carlson eyeing Jon suspiciously from one side of the room, Scarborough with ill-concealed appreciation from the other; Oliver and Aasif looking like fish out of water, while Amy and Steve had cleary sorted it out and looked like they could barely keep straight faces; Hannity and Colmes studiously avoiding each other's eyes; Geraldo avoiding everyone's eyes; Anderson trying to catch someone's eye, and of course having no luck; and Fonda seeming languidly comfortable but studiously avoiding looking at Lorraine.
Stephen clapped his hands. They stood at attention. Not a few blushes were in evidence.
"Jimmy, if you would."
The screens lit up with the Situation Room, in which Wolf Blitzer read: "In a baffling story, all twenty-one museums and historical archives in posession of an original copy of the Constitution have reported them missing. Experts can find no pattern to the thefts - it's almost as though they were committed by twenty-one different people, none of which were aware of each other. Nobody has yet claimed responsibility or made any demands..."
"That's enough, Jimmy." The image switched off. Stephen looked over the crowd.
"I appreciate the thought, I really do," he said briskly, "but you're going to have to give them back."
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