Ronald Reagan on W (1986): “A moment I’ve been dreading. George brought his ne’re-do-well son around this morning and asked me to find the kid a job. Not the political one who lives in Florida. The one who hangs around here all the time looking shiftless. This so-called kid is already almost 40 and has never had a real job. Maybe I’ll call Kinsley over at The New Republic and see if they’ll hire him as a contributing editor or something. That looks like easy work.”
Incidentally, this is a fake.
True artistry in fiction is to lie in order to tell the truth, especially about The Human Condition… or one individual human condition.
You almost had me though.
But it does provide the premise for a good (more entertaining than Turtledove, anyway) alternate-worlds novel – one in which Dubya has taken over the Washington Monthly from Charlie Peters, and in which Sean Hannity is President. Sorta like Idiocracy in the present day.