Falling for My Dirty Uncle

"Oh, and another thing," I say. "Just make sure Ashley is there."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? She stormed out of here, and seemed pretty upset."

"Just do it, please—it's important."

Tracy reluctantly nods her head, as if she's resigned to the idea and there's nothing she can do about it. "Okay, I'll do my best."

"Thanks, I believe in you, Tracy."

"That's a lot of pressure," she grins.

"I know you'll make it happen," I say, patting her on the shoulder.

As Tracy leaves the office, my mind continues to spin like a top, twirling through every possible scenario, every possible narrative that I could give at tonight's press conference.

What I know for certain is that I'm not giving up Ashley.

I'm not giving up the presidency. No. We’ve done too much good. We’ve fixed the country too much. Too many people are still left to help.

I pace around the office like a tiger pacing inside of a cage. I feel that every

muscle in my body is tense, and ready for action.

If Bob Walker thinks I'm going to step out of the arena with my tail tucked between my legs, he's sorely mistaken. If there's any fucking man up to this challenge, it's me.

I remind myself that that this is where I am because I took chances. I knew from the beginning that it was a risky endeavor. And still, I took that risk.

Why? Because at the end of the day, life favors the bold. That's the honest fucking truth. That's where real success can be found.

Show up. Be bold. Fake it if you have to.

I don't give a fuck what anyone says. I will always take my chances.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do tonight.

Roll the dice. Spin the roulette wheel. Play my hand.

Tomorrow night, I'm going to fucking take my chances in front of the entire world.

An idea starts formulating in my brain. I can feel a switch in momentum, and I feel like I'm onto something. I don't give a fuck if anyone thinks that this is the craziest idea ever.

You know why? Because no matter what—come hell or high water—nothing is stopping me. Tomorrow night I'm going down in history.

For good or for bad—I'll be in the next generation of history books, that's for fucking sure.

I scroll through every legal contact I have in my phone.

It's time to call the experts.

Washington Beat

Future First Lady? Or First Mistress? First Booty Call?

From the desk of Margie Preston – our savvy but slightly sappy political reporter

Wow wee!!! Did you see the last 24 hours people? Have you followed on what’s been happening? Because events are changing minute to minute and if you don’t keep up, you’ll soon find yourself needing a map you’ll be so lost.

But just in case you missed something that happened in the news because you know, life, let me break it down for you.