“You put ankle bracelets on all of them?” The president was getting his hair did. Annoying, but necessary. He felt like a chick, but whatevs. Showbiz is showbiz. “Are you telling me Pelosi is wearing a tracking device, right now?"
His generals were all smiles. One of them answered, “Everyone caught in the Epstein honey trap or the Wuhan tainted adrenochrome sting is wearing one.”
“John Legend’s wife too? Was she really pregnant or did they sacrifice someone else’s baby on the 1st of October?”
“The less you know, the better Mr. President,” another general added.
“Even Alec Baldwin? That prick. I hope he thinks about that ankle bracelet every time he plays me.”
“Even Balwdin,” the first general conceded, “but please sir, plausible deniability still applies here, so…”
“God Damn it feels good to be a gangster!” The president was still zinging from his COVID treatment and a Vitamin b12 shot. “I feel as good as I did on the day Bush senior died. Did you see their faces when we handed out those envelopes? Jeb and W were hilarious. They looked like scared kids! Those cocksuckers…Hillary will burn in hell too…”
“Sir,” the second general continued, “there has been little activity of those braceleted as far as their contacts. They’ve been warned not to participate in their monthly ceremonies.”
“So, they still happen? We didn’t halt their observance?”
The generals looked chagrined, “we have disrupted their usual means of communication, so they are severely hindered and those unaccounted for have had to scatter into the winds. The low level minions are spilling the beans, but the higher ups are still in the shadows.”
“Right, right… the ‘you wouldn’t even know their names’ people.” The president seemed caught up in memories. He paused and continued. “I was so pissed when I saw Eminem and Pharrell on that list.”
“Please consider some of them are assets like yourself, sir.” The first general oozed with admiration for the president. “We are so fortunate to be alive right now.”
“You had more insiders at Epstein’s? Ha! What a tool. I dodged a bullet partying with that asshole. How many agents did you have up in there?”
“Less is more sir,” The second general persisted, “let’s continue with the briefing.” “Right, right, so what’s next?” the president asked.
A third general stepped up, “we need to focus on the election.”
“Do we win?” the president asked.
“If we don’t, this all gets put on hold. Biden will take naps, the Clintons will be back in force and the Bushes will pull the plugs on every part of this operation they can,” the general paused, “then they will come after you.”
“LOL,” the president said, literally, “let ‘em try! This train ain’t stopping anytime soon.”
“It is imperative that we win the election, or all of our work is in jeopardy and you will be targeted by the USG.”
“So, do we win?” the president asked again.
“We do,” the general stated, “and we have several options on how that happens.”
