(Alternate?) Bush Reality
I'm not usually one for conspiracy theories, but I've been watching this one brew for almost a year and a half, and it's time to put pen to paper and get it down so that when it comes to pass (as keeps continuing to do) I can say "see, I'm not crazy" and have proof.
Well, maybe not proof, but at least other people will have shared my crazy notions with me.
What follows is, as far as I know, an entirely fictional work based upon current events and the possible actions which led up to them. Let's hope I'm wrong and it stays that way.
July 25, 2003XXXXXXXXXX Golf Course, XXXXXXX, FL
"So, you're telling me..." The President begins, as he lines up his shot. He's deep in the rough of the 3rd hole. "What you're saying to me is that..." SssshWHACK! The President hacks down a chunk of grass and sends his ball popping back up onto the fairway. "Is that there's absolutely no way out." The President hands his club to his man, taking a towel. He looks towards the high sun, and wipes his sweat covered brow. "I tell ya, I don't know how Jeb does it. Too damn humid for me... 4 Iron" He says, taking the club as it is offered by his assistant and walking towards his ball, away from a very severe looking Donald Rumsfeld.
"What I'm saying, Mr. President, is that we have a problem"
"Well no shit we have a problem - that's what this whole mess is about." The President says, stopping his game for a moment and leaning his weight on the top of his 4 iron. He looks Rumsfeld straight in the eye. "Let's go through this again, piece by piece. We've got to be missing something."
