Re: Obama is the Antichrist

[charlieblue]

Context.

Jason Jones: I'M SORRY, I MUST HAVE BLOOD IN MY EAR.

Oh Daily Show, never change.



Barack Obama is the initially idealistic, utterly charismatic, endearingly seductive Antichrist Superstar with a darker self full of rage and power that he struggles to come to terms with, and tries desperately to twist into something that will do some good for the world. Rahm is his sexy, foul-mouthed, bad-boy hunting 'partner' who battles with partisan moral lines of black and white, good and evil, agrees-with-him/doesn't-agree-with-him, who would, and has, sacrificed everything for Barack. Together they fight Republicans! Hellspawn!

Meanwhile Anderson Cooper is the hypnotizing angel sent by God to grip Rahm tight and raise him from hell, and finds his serene indifference slowly but surely being overcome by the utterly overwhelming humanity of Rahm. Jon is the wise-cracking, all-knowing hunter who occasionally helps out Rahm and Barack, but spends more time making sarcastic comments about their ineptitude despite his underlying adoration of them. Stephen is the sassy (not-sure-if-he-is-black-as-he-does-not-see-race-thankyou-very-much) psychic who can smack some nonsense into anyone and anything, and carries on a long distance courtship-through-prank-war with Jon.

Sarah Palin is the Yellow-Eyed Demon.

Oh God. Somebody stop me.



And now, because there is a magnificent one brewing over the ocean, a mix of songs that I, for whatever reason, associate with thunderstorms:






Thunderstorms are a strange experience of L’eau de Rose romance and violent electric-shock treatment; an unfriendly coexistence of rival airs and lightening graces. In demanding rain, we come to a strange impasse of the entitled ‘Whatever Lola Wants’ mindset of humanity, and the cruel reckoning of the swirling Dust of bones ground down, of history and cruel nature.
We clay models, we who walk the muddy earth to Spanish rhythms and dance the Bolero, we may take pleasure or pain from such a meteorological confluence of events, each to each, according to our individual natures, and yet some may remain Numb.
The crashing lights strike us down, and sometimes a Medevac is urgently required, but more often death comes sooner to the lightening-struck. In our Heart of our Chambers, we sit still, and in stricken silence, waiting for the Glittering Cloud of the stormy all-seeing eye to pass judgement on our electrified souls.
Do you believe in karma? Who needs a Black Cat when the heavens are angered far past superstition and into multi-layered Phenomena that could destroy us all? It is a perversion, to feel deviant without doing a thing at all, just for loving the thunder. We decry the sacred, Pot Kettle Black, we live, you die, vengeful God.
We conquer this force of yours, we survive far past the time When the Levee Breaks, and blood sweeps the skies, casting Red Rain down our cheeks in glorious surrender.
We might sleep, finally, but Ghouls creep through our haunted sleep as the storm thunders onward. When we wake to find ourselves living in a Broken Down Palace, with cracked marble and a torn silk bed for comfort, and only The Raven for company, look to the skies and be thankful for Air and Simple Gifts.


01. L'eau de Rose (Air ft. Louis Armstrong) - DJ Earworm

02. Whatever Lola Wants - Sarah Vaughn

03. Dust - Van Hunt

04. Bolero - Pink Martini

05. Numb - Portishead

06. Medevac - Siobhan Donaghy

07. Heart of Chambers - Beach House

08. Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap

09. Black Cat - Ladytron

10. Phenomena - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

11. Pot Kettle Black - Tilly and the Wall

12. When the Levee Breaks - Led Zeppelin

13. Red Rain - Peter Gabriel

14. Ghouls - We Are Scientists

15. Broken Down Palace - Sarah Mclachlan

16. The Raven - Alan Parsons Project

17. Air and Simple Gifts - John Williams



Enjoy, and please comment if using. ♥

Comments

[charlie-d-blue.livejournal.com]

Junkie!Barack? I think I may just have to join you in the fiery pit there.

[vixen-notatramp.livejournal.com]

Barack’s first month in prison is a series of badly framed snapshots, blurry and out of focus and only half-remembered. He remembers detoxing, sweating through the night, biting bloody through his lower lip because he’s not crying out, not here. But fuck it hurts, and it hurts bad, and he’s this close to breaking down and trading something-- anything-- for a fix when suddenly, everything snaps into focus.

“Hey, kid. Yo, motherfucking Dumbo. You deaf or some shit?” The voice is sharp, curious if not a little belligerent.

Barack opens his eyes. Over him, hands on hips and outline black and hazy in the harsh light of the yard, stands another prisoner.

“Mmm?” Inquisitive, non-confrontational is the way to go. Barack’s not a fighter. Never has been.

“You’re from Chicago.” It’s not a question. “So’m I. Come on, you should meet a couple people.”

When Obama takes the hand-- with a half missing middle finger-- he has no idea he’s just irreversibly altered the trajectory of his life. He’ll figure it out later, but now he’s just a too-skinny ex-junkie taking the battered hand of another anonymous con.


That would be a snippet.

[charlie-d-blue.livejournal.com]

asdfghjh - Dumbo.

This is harsh and awesome and intriguing and, and *wails* I WANT MOOOOOORE.

[vixen-notatramp.livejournal.com]

MOAR SNIPPETS

Rahm jerks his head towards one of the older guys in the yard, lounging on the bleachers, head tipped up towards the sun. "Joey B. Joey the Shark, or whatever the fuck. Old school, kiddo. You do not fuck with Joe. He's been here long enough the warden sucks his dick when she asks him nice. Good people. I'll introduce you later."

Barack just nods, follows dumbly behind. He's shaking slightly, nerves all jumbled and haywire and Jesus Christ what he wouldn't do for a fix right now.

A hand lands on his arm, digs fingers into spare muscle. "Calm down, Barry. Jesus Christ, you'd think somebody threw you at one of the fences."

Another head jerk, in the direction of a smoothly handsome man surrounded by another group of inmates, hands moving quick, briefly flashing a finger at Rahm. "Yeah, fuck you too, cocksucker!" Rahm yells back, but this time it's affectionate. "My brother, Ari. We'll get to him soon enough."

Barack thinks to question why they're serving time together, but he keeps his mouth shut. He's a smart kid, like they always said. Rahm makes a small sound of approval at his silence.

"Good, good. You'll go far." Then the hand turns from a guiding help to a vise. "Shoot up again and I'll kill you. I'll fuck you. I mean it."

Barack nods, quick, jerky, eyes wide. "I- Yes."

That hand becomes a gentle caress, now. "Good boy. Come on. Let's go meet the Shark."

[charlie-d-blue.livejournal.com]

Because of course, once they couldn't get out (read: bribe the hell out of the judicial process) of doing time for whatever it was that they did (and just what would that be?) the Emanuel brothers would bribe the buearocracy to at least send them to the same place.

"Good, good. You'll go far." Then the hand turns from a guiding help to a vise. "Shoot up again and I'll kill you. I'll fuck you. I mean it."

♥

This is awesome. You are awesome.

[vixen-notatramp.livejournal.com]

I don't know what they did, yet, actually. But you're right, when it became clear they were going down, Rahm made sure they got stuck in the same prison. Zeke lent a hand, in his own understated way. It's important one Emanuel keep the fuck out of this, at least as far as the world knows. Gotta keep big brother above suspicion.

Rahm doesn't give a fuck about drugs. Whatever these bitches wanna do to their bodies, it doesn't matter. Hell, he's been a hookup for some blow once and a while, when he needed a guy in his pocket. But drugs make you fucking stupid, and Rahm's not sticking his goddamn neck out for some skinnyass baby fish if he's just gonna roll over-- or roll over on Rahm-- for some coke and a suckjob. Drugs make you stupid, and stupid people aren't loyal. Rahm hates stupid, and he needs loyal. So Barry's gonna keep detoxing until the only shit he needs is Rahm. Simple as that.

[charlie-d-blue.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly this. He's seen some potential under the drugged out, desperate Barry, and he's not gonna let that spark go without a fight. And of course, he's gonna play mindfucks with Barry, substitute himself for the drug, make himself the only lifeline Barry's got until, as you said, the only shit he needs is Rahm.

Brilliant. I love it. :D

[vixen-notatramp.livejournal.com]

Exactly. You know, sometimes I wonder if I'm a bad person for being this gleeful about portraying politicians I actually like as criminals and drug users and borderline sociopaths. Then I write drabbles about Rahm jerking Barry off while reinforcing he doesn't need drugs, just this, and whispering about the horrible things he'll do to Barry if he gets weak on Rahm in great, bloody detail. And I deal. :P

[charlie-d-blue.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've fully accepted the fact that I am indeed a bad person. It's kinda fun. ;)

Then I write drabbles about Rahm jerking Barry off while reinforcing he doesn't need drugs, just this, and whispering about the horrible things he'll do to Barry if he gets weak on Rahm in great, bloody detail.

*flail*

I'll be in my bunk. Off to write more mafia!fic.

(Also? BOBBY FTW.)