Mister Obama. Heck, you're from my home state, I think I'll call you Barack to keep it
all nice and informal like. Listening to you speak, I think you don't quite understand
what exactly the CIA does. Without the f bombs or the threat of violence, let me break
it down for ya Nicky Santorio style. See, the CIA hires people called ops.....
These ops get a little breakfast and then take a nice stroll down
to the interrogation room. Now if the enemy in question doesn't have any
useful intel to share...... they split their bleepin head open. And hopefully,
when said enemy is just about to write a letter screaming about their civil liberties
being violated...... the op will split their friggin head open again. To quote Nicky S,
that's what they do. See, that's their job. It's why they're called
black ops. See Barack, it's not like the movies. The bad guys who mean us harm don't
crack under the rigors of garden variety interrogation. Sometimes, protecting America
requires a little, oh, Chinese water torture. Or, perhaps, the use of a nice thick telephone
book upside the skull. Now I know that you want to talk it out Barack but bombers and
fanatics aren't the type of people that you chit chat with. Now here's what I want you to do.
I want you to stop bailing out every failed business and I want you to never ever mention
Obama Care again. At least until someone other than a member of Menza can
actually explain what the hell it's actually about.
One more thing Barack......
I want you to leave those CIA people alone. Tut tut, no peaking behind the curtain
over at Langley. You're a peacenik so you just stick to your ideals and let the CIA
do what it does. But remember..... DON'T. PEEK. BEHIND. THE. CURTAIN.
It's for your own good, believe me. When Khadafi gets whacked, you just repeat
the following; he fell.
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