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PresidentMarcos
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The lobbyist had barely left the Oval Office, and the Secret Service agents had barely shut the door, before the intercom buzzer rang...again. The President picked up the speaker handle with a due sense of exhaustion and dread.
"Yes?" he answered. It was his secretary. "What? What is it? Is OPEN kvetching about the low price of oil again? No? Have the Canadians gotten cheesed off by another Bomb Canada advocate? No? Does it have anything to do with the Russians? What did they do, occupy another Eastern European country? What? General Wainwright is coming up? Okay. Bye."
A few moments later, the doors opened, and in stepped General Wainwright, the President's most trusted friend and advisor.
"Mr. President, we have another crisis with the Soviets...They are getting really peeved about that whole 'grain embargo' thing you imposed on them since that Commie overthrew the government and took power. They're massing troops on the northern Kurile Islands...This looks very dangerous. Japan supplies us with a great deal of oure manufacturing capability, and they are an important trade partner."
"Let's stay cool," the President said. "The last thing we want to do is start World War Three. We got close enough in 1962."
"I'll impose Defcon 3 quietly, then..."
"Yes."
***A US ARMY BASE IN NORTHERN JAPAN***
"You heard him," the Colonel said. "Defcon 3! Now move, move, move!"
The Lieutenant, in command of a single company of 'Cathapract' MBTs, ran over to his barracks and woke his troops. "DEFCON 3!" he yelled at the troops, as they got up, and ran toward their tanks. "But we're tired..." oen of them complained. "That's what the ****cking pep pills are for! Now let's go and FRAG some mother****ing Russkie ***holes! \/\/00t! |337! | 0w|\| d@ |=00|z!"
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29-07-2003 23:53
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