Political Satire {circa 2243}

A little ditty I wrote a few years back. =)

Pediatrician’s Office—

Dr. Wilson: I’m afraid I have some bad news. The test results show your baby will be a Politician.

Mrs. Bush: Oh my god! [Puts her face against her husband’s shoulder and sobs.]

Mr. Bush: But… how, Doctor? I don’t understand.
Dr. Wilson: It’s actually a recessive gene found in the “Y” chromosome. It could pass through several generations then pop up suddenly.

Mrs. Bush: Weren’t there were some Politicians in your family, honey? Over a century ago.

Mr. Bush: [Sighs.] I’m afraid so. Can you change it somehow? My wife’s only on her first term.

Dr. Wilson: Unfortunately no. This particular gene is tenacious and could even duplicate itself.
Mr. Bush: So we’ll just have to live with our child being a Politician?

Dr. Wilson: That is one option, of course. However, I should tell you that Politicians are often ostracized within the community which they grow. Adults won’t want him around and will most likely turn a blind eye when other kids are taunting him.

Mrs. Bush: Oh, honey. That would be so cruel to put a child through that. And what could he do when he grows up?

Dr. Wilson: If he grows up. Seven out of ten don’t even reach adulthood. [Mr. and Mrs. Bush look sadly at each other.] The only other option is to abort it now. It’d be the humane thing to do.

Mr. Bush: Of course, you’re right. But, Doctor, will we be able to have a normal child?

Dr. Wilson: It’s possible, but the chances are against it.

Mrs. Bush: I just couldn’t go through this again. [Looks at her husband.] Maybe we should try adoption, honey.

Mr. Bush: Certainly we will. Do you have any suggestions, Doctor? [Dr. Wilson pulls open a folder and hands over a piece of paper filled with agencies and addresses.]

Dr. Wilson: These are the national adoption agencies. The three I’ve marked in red would be your best bet. In fact, I’ve heard the first one there just received a new born with Garbage Collector genes. His parents weren’t able to afford to raise him with the extra education costs that would entail.

Mrs. Bush: Well no wonder. My god, my friend Harriet had to pay a bundle to get her boy a slot in Yale’s Garbage Collector program and he’s only 5 now.

Mr. Bush: Just think of it. [Smiles proudly.] Our son, a Garbage Collector! Thank you very much, Doctor Wilson!

Dr. Wilson: You’re very welcome. [Writes out a prescription.] Now, when you get these abortion pills, you’re to take one each night before you go to bed for the next week. Set up an appointment with my secretary for a week from Tuesday and we’ll make sure they worked. [All three stand and shake hands.]

Mrs. Bush: Thank you again, Doctor Wilson. Bless you.