Potus said,
“Whatever, what’s next?”
SoD cleared his
throat and said, “Well, Sir, I still have some items on the agenda.”
Potus was clearly
irritated. “Yes, yes, go on then.”
SoD
continued. “As I was saying, the
situation in the Oman gulf” (with added emphasis) “is under control and Hormuz
straight is being held in a joint tactical strike force with the United
Nations. In another part of the world,
we are working closely with counter insurgency groups in India, the
Philippines, Iran, Yemen...”
Sod trailed off,
looking at Potus who had been holding a finger to his lips. “Sir?”
Potus
giggled. “I was saying, ‘shhhh’, don’t
tell anyone about the insurgents.”
“Sir?” Others around the table shifted
uncomfortably.
“Because they’re
asleep, get it?”
Nobody laughed.
“Asleep. ‘Shhhh!’”
Silence.
“Go on.”
“Yemen... Let me see.
Ok, getting to another point of importance. Drone strikes in Afghanistan and Iraq have
been having some difficulties with the hackers as you know...”
“Hackers?”
“Yes, Sir. These are sophisticated techniques in which
the determined forces of our enemies use technological tools against us to
secure and advantage in ways we were unable to imagine...”
“No, that’s
bullshit.”
“Sir?”
“Well, it’s
Bullshit! I can hack the Wifi connection
at a Starbucks with my iPhone. Do you
really think that some towel head in the desert can’t figure it out? He needs to go on the internet to look stuff
up. How does he do that? He hacks shit. That’s how you survive in the desert. Of course they’re going to hack our drones.”
SoD looked
uncomfortable but defended himself. “Well,
sir, it’s more complicated than that...”
“No it’s not. What’s your password?”
“What password?”
“The password to
your email?”
“I don’t know...”
“How do you read
your email then?”
“I don’t, my
secretary...”
“Oh, your
secretary!” Potus nearly stood out of
his chair.
“Yes, she...”
Potus sat back
down. “You don’t even know your own
password to your email and you’re worried about security on a drone in the
middle of the desert where that’s all the insurgents do (but don’t bother them,
they’re asleep) all day is hack the shit out of Wifi connections to look at
porn on the internet?!”
The table was silent.
SoD tried to press
forward. “Sir, they don’t look at porn,
they’re Islamic...”
“I know they’re
terrorists. Terrorists need to get off
too. Everyone looks at porn. Even the terrorists. Give me a break.”
“Well, sir, I don’t
know that, that, you know, that...”
“Never mind. I’m tired.
It’s lunch time.”
Someone across the
table spoke up. “We can order from
Anchovy’s.”
Someone else
groaned. “I need a salad and they don’t
have anything vegetarian.”
Someone else said,
“I thought we agreed to go to Benedicts?”
Potus raised his
hand. “Everyone go back to your
offices. We’ll meet again later. Call my chef and tell him I shall be dining
on his daily special.”
Everyone stood as
Potus got out of his seat and he glanced around surprised. “I never get used to that,” he said grinning
and everyone smiled. Five minutes after
Potus strode out preceded and followed by Secret Service, the meeting room was
completely empty.
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