"Thank you, Mr. President," someone cried.
As they were arriving at The White House there was quite a demonstration outside. People were carrying signs that read "Mercy! Mercy! Enough is enough!" and, "In The Name Of God Have Pity!" As The President passed the head of The Secret Service Contingent in the hall he remarked "Well done!" The Secret Service Man just smiled and nodded. He knew exactly what The President was talking about. The President was just getting ready to go to bed when an aide brought him a note. The President read it, folded it, and shook his head.
"What is it?" his wife asked.
"Some people started getting sick in Chicago, then dying. The only thing they had in common is they'd all been to a soccer game. The vendor at the stadium was Chinese. He sympathised with The North Koreans and poisoned the food he was serving. There were 13,000 people at the event. There's no way of knowing how many are dying. The vendor shot his wife and children so that they wouldn't have to be shamed, then shot himself.
How many more of these buried time bombs are hidden in The United States? How many more insane acts will be committed?"
The President's wife took his hand and patted it. The President said no more, simply got undressed and got in bed. He had to get back on Washington time. He couldn't be distracted now..he simply couldn't be!
When The President rose in the morning to begin his usual routine his aide was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"All right!" The President remarked, as he laid down on the white bench, "What is it?"
The aide picked up a newspaper and held it out so The President could see the headline. It read "California Court Drops Longstanding Charges Against The President. All Warrants Issued Against Him Suspended. Judge Involved In The Incident Retires Saying He Has Served The People Long Enough."
"Well!" The President remarked, "That's gonna make a lot of people happy! I think some college wanted me to speak there for their commencement. If things quiet down a bit, I just might go. Come on! Let's get my routine done. This stomach still looks a little flabby."
The aide smiled and they began the morning workout.

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