SEPTEMBER 7, 2006
Word Count:250
“You’re kidding!”
“Kidding? No. Heck no. Heh heh. Actually, there are more than 14 of them prisons. I’m only allowed to tell you about those ones for now.”
“Allowed? Does that mean you’re not calling the shots? Who’s more powerful than the President?”
“Shhh. Have you ever heard of a little organisation called the CIA?”
“Didn’t your father used to be the head of that?”
“What do you mean, used to be?”
“Are you saying he still is?”
“Of course! It’s a life time membership!”
“This is fantastic! Are you admitting that you used torture?”
“Torture is an ugly word son. No, we didn’t ‘torture’ anyone. Now, if you were to ask if we wore white gloves and hats and said ‘pretty please’, we didn’t do that either. We had...er, tough talk.”
“What about the Nicholas Berg case?”
“Tough Talk”
“Aha! You’re admitting his death was a CIA conspiracy?”
“Sure, why not? Those fellas on the internet were right!”
“I’m sure my paper would be interested in any other revelations you’d like to share.”
“Wellllll, there’s another one I haven’t told anybody yet.”
“Go on.”
“Canada is next. Oh yes…Canada. All those trees, fresh water, oil and uranium. We want it all.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me this.”
“There’s just one more thing…Please look carefully at this neat little red flashy thing.”
ZZZZZZTTTTT!
“GEORGE!”
“Yes Daddy?”
“Stop toying with that reporter and remember to erase his notebook this time before you send him on his way.”
“Awww, yes Daddy.”
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