Dear Mr. President:
You do not have to respond to this note because it was just
a dream I had, but I thought you might find it interesting.
So, I was for some inexplicable reason sitting with you in
the Oval Office when your phone rang and your secretary informed you that Mr.
Putin was on the line. You said O.K. put him through. And then you said Hey
Vladimir, what’s up?
He was on speaker and
said, “Apparently you have not heard about the insanity concerned with the
downing of the passenger plane over
resistance controlled turf in the Ukraine.
You said, “Yeah, I was just getting an update on that.
Vladimir said. “Well, I want
you to know that I had no idea that this technology had been given to
those people. I have been busting my balls trying to dial them back, ( my dreams
translate according to the intent of the thought not the actual language the speaker
might have used.) but some nut case in my operation apparently shipped a lot of
this high-tech stuff to them without me of my immediate staff knowing about It.
You replied, “God, Vladimir, I know what you’re talking
about. I have numerous problems in the same category. I have people with the Chaney/
Wolfowitz virus running around generating constant problems in this category.
I see this as a shared problem. We both have these nut cases
doing stuff off the official grid and generating lots of chaos. This airliner thing
is over the top. I could not imagine that you or any of your immediate staff would have authorized this.
We have to work together to figure out how to get these
viruses out of our systems, or at least minimize the damage they can do. I have
an entire congress of them to deal with.
Anyway, I am going to have to say some stuff to the press in
a few hours, but I know that we are working together. Why did you want to be
the President, anyway?"
Vladimir said. I appreciate your understanding, and I want
you to know that I too am doing whatever I can to keep us from blowing the
whole place up. I will let you know why I wanted to be President when I figure
it out.
Thanks again. I know that you have to do what you have to
do.
Good By.
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