Faced with the potential double swine panic in New York City yesterday, the White House sent two F-16s and Air Force One lookalike in a daring preemptive strike to blow the air out of the media cycle. The precision photo-op decimated expected media coverage of Wall Street quarterly non-earnings and the St. Francis Prep post-spring break flu outbreak.
Office workers fled towers throughout Midtown worried that 4/27 would turn into a repeat of 9/11.
Fully informed in advance, but still “furious” Mayor Bloomberg, put a positive spin on the day to the media, saying, “The good news is it was nothing more than an inconsiderate, badly conceived and insensitive photo op with the taxpayers’ money.”
There were no immediate reports of fatalities, but Keith Mercantine of Jersey City reported seeing a pregnant woman in an ambulance. Late in the day, the Director of the White House Military Office, Louis Caldera, became the only victim of the strike as he fell on his sword and took full blame.
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