In this little meeting they discussed their business.
So here is the skinny from Cat, they talked about:
First they congratulated themselves on a hard stolen election.
The magnificent plan to topple Saddam, rebuild Iraq into a democracy and make a tiny profit.
This would secure the neo-cons in power and begin a new world order.
With Con D on the big chair they would have another eight to manifest their destinies.
They needed that oil anyway and now they had it.
Sure a resistance had appeared but in time it will disappear, besides they are there to stay.
The American people had better wise up, this is war,
economic war and the troops are the front line sales department.
Sure, they had the oil but they couldn’t move it.
The oil, pumping or not, was secure, and still would turn a tidy profit.
Of course the rebuilding of Iraq will guarantee a taste for all their friends.
The citizenry were still not that concerned due the fine tuning of the news by the friends,
who owned the stations, and their hired guns,
who repeated all the latest catch phrases and arguments
no matter how silly.
Keeping the people distracted with entertainment and gossip or there could be trouble.
"Give them something else to talk about." Stinkweed said with a laugh.
“Keep those mushrooms fed.”
The Sneer kept giving out orders to the group,
with the phrase "the president wouldn't agree" or
"president would agree".
Everyone would giggle when he said this.
Then they talked about getting all those illegal aliens out of the country.
Couldn't afford to lose them and have an unstable Mexico go socialist too.
Stinkweed adds. “Gives us an enemy we can beat.
We make a few showcase raids to make them keep their heads down. The locals too."
They talked about the fact of putting US born children in danger by deporting their parents and them.
They agreed not to notice.
The Sneer told them if things didn't work out they would have to go to plan B.
So every one better have the guts to go through it.
Because they were all standing on shaky ground and in order to protect freedom
drastic measures must be given.
Maybe even a bigger surprise than the last one.
The group became panicky, talking nervously all at the same time and looking over their shoulders.
The Sneer called them all a "bunch of sissies"
and brought the group to order saying
that a year from now this whole thing will blow over.
He promised to take them all out for a beer and a shot.
Cat says that through out the meeting they all were stuffing there pockets with anything that had the presidential logo on it.
Cat had heard enough, it was time to find Bumbles and the alien.