The Obama Diary 2033

By James Tapley

If Obama is still the President in 2033, what will the United States be like? Spring Clark is a young woman, married with two children. In 2033, shortly after Obama takes the oath of office for the seventh time, she begins to keep a diary. The events that take place in her life reveal the changes that have taken place in the United States in the previous twenty years. Some of these are ap-palling, some humorous. Others are shocking and frightening to contemplate.
Who is Obama’s second wife?
What famous actor does Michelle eventually marry?
Do we still have the same holidays?
Has our educational system changed?
What are the requirements for the Advanced Sex Education Program?”
Is Chris Christie still Governor of New Jersey? Or has he moved on to bigger things?
Is Fox News still around?
Are there any rich people left in the United States? Or have they just “left”?
Religion – irrelevant or irreligious?
Why are there fewer senior citizens?
These are just a few of the topics Spring writes about in her diary. She represents the thinking of mainstream America, but is that good for our country?
There are some who disagree with Spring, such as her hus-band and older son, James. The conflicts within her family finally come to a head by the end of the year.
Is this diary prophetic of the America of 2033? Sometimes absurd, sometimes ridiculous, it is also a sobering reflection on the direction of our country.
M.E. Shaver

• Language: English
• Publisher: TRAC IN SYNC, LLC
• Release date: Jun 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9780578123165

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A Satirical Novel

One man obsessed with power

One woman obsessed with him

James Tapley

Jackson, Wyoming

TRAC IN SYNC, LLC

Copyright © James Tapley 2014

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ISBN 978-0-578-12636-4 (ePub) June 2014

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

January

Introducing Spring

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

Native Prayer To The 4 Directions

About The Author

Introduction To The Next Book

Copyright

JANUARY 2033

The Time Is Out Of Joint. O, Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

Hamlet Act 1, Scene 5

Shakespeare

illustration: We’re so happy

Introducing Spring

Ever since I was in high school, and later at Smith College, I have always wanted to have a diary. I remember my mother saying to me, You know, Spring, you were terrible in math, but you were good in both drawing and writing. You should keep a diary. When I asked my mother, Then why didn’t you buy me one? She would just shrug her shoulders and say, You know, Pumpkin, I should have, but after your father ran off with Bruce, I was beside myself and then I got very involved with all the great movements surrounding the beginning of this century. I’m a bit sorry about all that. I am afraid you and your brother Mercury kind of had to take a back seat in my life. I don’t think it did you any harm, though, do you, honey? Look how you have turned out, after all. The women’s movement was gaining strength then and I wanted you to benefit from our struggles. After all, you did get that free abortion, thanks to us. Your brother Mercury, on the other hand, is another story. He has gone completely off the cliff with his obsession with the old Catholic Church, but, you . . . you are everything I could have ever hoped for."

I remember after she said this, we gave each other a tearful hug and I remember telling her that I wanted to be just like her.

Well, here we are. The year has already started and I have finally bought that diary. Who knows? Maybe someone will read this in the future and see how wonderful it was to live through these times."

January 1, 2033

New Year’s Day; also Inauguration Day

Dear Diary,

Today my husband, Jack, and I took the children to Washington to hear President Obama’s seventh inaugural address. In 2016, President Obama wanted to break with tradition and have the inaugural address on the first day of the calendar year. He said then, and we all agreed, that it was the way to start the year off right. There was some opposition to this, what with part of the population not wanting to have the football schedule changed (mostly men) and there were others, the diehards, wanting always to stay with the old America. Fortunately, the majority of us women agreed with the President that America was never going to be like that again. As a nation we were not the be all and the end all on the world stage anymore. Barack would say, We should know our place.

When one looks back, one realizes how much the President has done for this country since he first took office in 2009. Just think – if the country had stayed with the old ways, we would still be hampered by our much too wordy, antiquated Constitution.

Some of us call him President Barack Hussein Obama. Isn’t that the cutest name? It’s so unlike any of our previous presidents. Recently, however, Barack has told the press he prefers Fearless Father of the Land and that’s what they all call him now. Jack and I don’t really care. Sometimes we still refer to him as President Obama; other times the Fearless Father of the Land. Whatever Barack wants is fine with us.

We are so happy.

January 2, 2033

Dear Diary,

The crowd was huge to see our now seventy-one-year-old President. His new wife and their four children were there also. She is so young. We are told she is very beautiful under her Hijab, but she has never shown her face in public. The Fearless Father’s first wife, Michelle, left ten years ago when she was made aware of her husband’s new found friend. We all liked Michelle too, but we can understand how such a dynamic man like Barack would need someone new in his life. It is rumored that Michelle, after the divorce, was first living with Bill Maher and then Spike Lee and now she has been married for three years to Russell Crowe. He became a widower four years ago. Whatever she decides is fine with us. After all, being happy is all that counts.

It has been said that the President met Alie Mo Sadri his second wife, on one of his trips to Western Iran, which, of course, used to be called Israel. Those were trying times for the Fearless Father. The Jews did not want to leave their so called homeland. But when the President refused any aid to them, they had to decide whether to go it alone or leave. Without our help, and after six months of war, a war where even nuclear bombs were exchanged, the Jewish occupiers finally decided to abandon the Palestinian homeland. Some went to Canada, others to Europe, but most became scattered around the world like nomads. Obama said that being nomads have always been their history and that his administration has only allowed them to return to their ancient ways. The Jews here were in total agreement. Seventy-eight percent voted for him in this last election. Anyway, we also agreed. One thing is for sure, however – we were glad they weren’t allowed to come here.

Jack and I decided to bring the two children this time and they loved it.

We are so happy.

January 3, 2033

Dear Diary,

Sorry, I almost missed a day.

After the trip to see the President, both Jack and I and the children were so tired, we didn’t attend the evening mass yester-day. Our new priest is fine with that. He says, If we don’t really feel spiritually motivated on a given Sunday, Christ wouldn’t want us with him either. I just love the new church. I can’t believe at one time they thought abortion, gay marriage, euthanasia, and cloning were wrong. My grandmother said at one time being a good Catholic meant one couldn’t even eat meat on Friday. Of all things! Just what were they thinking of? Even Barack says the Ca-tho'-lic Church (notice how we accent the second syllable so no one will confuse us with the old Catholic Church) has come a long way during his administration. Now, however, that he has accepted again the Muslim religion as his faith, he of course doesn’t believe in Christianity. But, he says it’s all right with him if we do. I think this is what makes him such a great man. His truthfulness and tolerance for all of mankind.

We are so happy.

January 4, 2033

Dear Diary,

The children had a snow day today. We got hit with six inch-es of snow overnight. Scientists say the world is now getting cooler due to the Obama administration’s ability to partially eliminate greenhouse gases. China says that Mars is also getting cooler, ac-cording to the report from their colonies there. I am surprised since they have two hundred S.U.V.’s there. Obama said their data is not trustworthy and I accept his word, as always.

We are so happy.

January 5, 2033

Dear Diary,

Where does the time go? I am so busy with these two children, James and Zebulon. Yes, two boys. We are blessed. The country allows us two children. Most countries only allow one, but we are so lucky. I did get pregnant in 2026 by mistake and I had to have an abortion. It was by Jack and it was a girl. Jack called her Ruth. I think he was more concerned than I was. He kept asking me if I was all right. I appreciated his concern but really, what was all the fuss about? When I told Mercury about it, he said he would pray for both the child and me. He even had a memorial service said for the child. How silly was that? There was barely a heartbeat.

Anyway, as you should know, it is required by the state that we who are members of the white race have only one child. African-Americans and Hispanics can have as many as they want. Native Americans don’t have to follow any of the rules since they owned the land first before we stole it from them. Our President said that if we become browner in this country, the rest of the world will like us better. We Caucasians can have two but the second has to be of another race and must be male. Both Jack and I just love children, so when the time was right, a state-appointed surrogate father called Richard came to live with us for two weeks. It was during my fertile time, of course. The hope was that I would get pregnant. I did. The father of Zebulon was African-American and I very much enjoyed our two weeks together. Dear diary, I wouldn’t say this to just anyone but . . . I mean I really enjoyed it. Jack was very good about the whole thing and had only one com-plaint. He really hated the bed in the spare room. I was so glad it was a boy or I would have had to take time off from my busy schedule to have another abortion.

I, however, do like my abortionist doctor. He so understands. He usually tries to take his clients out on his 70-foot yacht at least once per abortion. Our turn came last year. It was such fun making new friends and they were all white. He has personally performed 3 million abortions. Now there’s community service for you.

We are so happy.

January 6, 2033

Dear Diary,

Today my