“I can’t imagine it,” said one of President’s top security officials, a man by the name of Thomas Snee, who poured himself a glass of ice water from the pitcher that sat before him. “I mean, this is a real crisis, wouldn’t you say?”“Hey,” said another of the President’s advisers, “We’re just carrying out the President’s plan. What he says, goes. Sometimes we have to know our place. What the President says, goes. That is what I say.”
And then another adviser.
“Yes, but I think we have a major situation on our hands. The country is going mad while under this specific policy, and it has to stop. We have no right to engineer our society this way.”
The three advisers had this discussion at a roundtable in the backroom of a semi-clandestine strip club not far off the Beltway. They chose the p
