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Written by: Diana West
Thursday, March 26, 2009 6:19 AM 

This week's column, director's cut:

“Jack Bauer Meets Barack Obama…Or Does He?”

Note: The message to Iran attributed to “the President” below is directly quoted  from President Barack Obama’s message to Iran of March 20, 2009.


The following takes place in an unseen episode of “24.”

Tony Almeda, glowering, is watching the President live on a television in a seedy bar across the street from the White House. (Agreed, there are no seedy bars across the street from the White House, but this, after all, is “24,” where a small army of African terrorists recently accessed the White House via a waterway leading to the basement….)

The President (on screen): “In particular, I would like to speak directly to the people and leaders of the Islamic Republic of Iran. Nowruz is just one part of your great and celebrated culture….”

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Tony punches in a number on his cell.

Jack Bauer answers. “Yeah,” he breathes, also watching the president on a Blowfish 148 mirror server uploaded to his monitor.

The President: “Over many centuries, your art, your music, literature and innovation have made the world a better and more beautiful place….”

Tony: “Are you watching the President?”

Jack, making his way to his car as he downloads a frame grab to his PDA: “Copy.”

Tony, leaving the bar and walking across the street toward the White House: “What’s he talking about, `innovation’? Does he mean the high-tech armor-piercing roadside bombs Iran “innovated” to kill and maim hundreds of U.S. troops in Iraq?”

Jack, by now speeding across the 14th Street Bridge into downtown Washington: “Copy. And notice the specific reference to `the leaders of the Islamic Republic of Iran.’ The president is directly addressing A-jad and the mullahs, and thus in some unprecedented way America is now legitimizing the 1979 Khomeini revolution.”

Tony: “Copy that, too. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Jack: “Copy. No American president would ever, could ever, lower himself and our nation to grovel like this to that vicious Islamic regime. Unless--Tony, someone’s gotten to the president. He’s in trouble.”

Tony, eyes narrowing as he peers at the White House: “Copy.” 

The President (on Jack’s car radio): “We know that you are a great civilization and your accomplishments have earned the respect of the United States and the world….”

Jack pulls up to the curb outside the White House (I know, but this is “24”….) and hops out, joining Tony now standing by the White House fence.

Jack: “Someone on the inside working on behalf of Iran is forcing the president to make this broadcast, Tony, forcing him to grovel to the mullah-ocracy. We need weapons, surveillance equipment, thumbtacks, quick.” Punches in a number on his cell.

Jack: “Chloe?”

Chloe, also watching the president on television: “Jack!”

The President: “We seek instead engagement that is honest and grounded in mutual respect….”

Jack: “The president is being coerced into surrendering to Iran.”

Chloe: “I know. I’m watching. How else could he talk about `mutual respect’ with that monster-regime that has targeted thousands of Americans and Israelis since it came to power in 1979, continuing to this day in Iraq and Afghanistan and even Gaza? How do you mutually respect a leader obsessed with three things -- Holocaust denial, nuking Israel and destroying America?”

Jack: “Copy.”

The President: “The United States wants the Islamic Republic of Iran to take its rightful place in the community of nations. You have that right—but it comes with real responsibilities, and that place cannot be reached through terror or arms, but rather through peaceful actions that demonstrate the true greatness of the Iranian people and civilization....”

Chloe, grimacing: “Yeah, `peaceful actions’ like what that senior defector, former Deputy Minister of Defense Ali Reza Asghari, just disclosed about Tehran’s financing of Syria’s nuke program. Jack, who could be making the president do this?!”

Jack: We don’t find out for a few more episodes, Chloe. You know that.

Chloe: OK, OK. Lissen, I just accessed encrypted Secret Service bandwidths to confirm the President’s daughters are in class at Sidwell, but what about the First Lady? Do we have a visual?

Tony, peering through the White House fence, urgent: “Jack, I think I see the First Lady being held by weird-looking hostiles in white coats in that untamed thicket over there.”

Jack, looking up for a second: “No, that’s just the First Lady with her chefs in the new White House organic vegetable garden. Chloe, I need the most current CIRG logs and recognition codes for entry in the Oval Office.”

Chloe: “I’m on it, OK. I’ve downloaded them to your PDA.”

Jack: “Copy. We’re on it.”

From a duct over the Oval Office, Jack and Tony can hear the President and his teleprompter wrapping up as Jack noiselessly drills an eye-hole in the plaster wall.

The President: “With the coming of a new season, we’re reminded of this precious humanity that we all share.”

Jack, under his breath: “Precious humanity we share? What about the regime’s hanging of homosexuals and stoning-to-death of adulterers? Tony, just yesterday a 25-year-old Iranian blogger named Omidreza Mirsayafi died in mysterious circumstances in Tehran’s Evin prison.”

Tony, under his breath, too: “Why was a blogger in prison?”

Jack: “They gave him two years for `insulting’ Ayatollah Khomeini and criticizing the government. The President must be under incredible duress. We’ve got to save him.”

The President, concluding: “And we once again call upon this spirit as we seek the promise of a new beginning. Thank you and Eid-eh Shoma Mobarak.”

An Aide: OK. All clear. That was perfect, Mr. President. Thank you. We’ll get you up on Youtube within the hour.

The President: I want it out on Al-Jazeera, too.

Aide: Of course.

Surreptitiously, Jack peers into the room.

The President: Thank you all. That was great. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. Now, when is the Islamic Republic of Iran’s actual Independence Day—or whatever they call it? Maybe we can send them a cake, or pie, or something.

Tony: “How many hostiles, Jack?”

Jack is still surveying the apparently peaceful scene when the door opens and the First Lady enters.

First Lady: Hi, honey. Want some organic broccoli?

Jack: “No hostiles, Tony. Or maybe all hostiles.” Punches in a number on his cell. “Chloe, download the reverse quadralinear coordinates to my PDA so we can get out of here. The President of the United States just groveled to Iran because he wanted to. And that makes this whole thing one lost episode.


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