If you are new to this story - it has had many episodes over the years - go to the recent entré for this one.
Otherwise, hang on.
The President looked at me with those clichéd eyes and I waited for his next thought.
"So what are we gonna do"? he said quite crisply.
"Hey, I'm just a grieving drunken burglary victim here; I want to go back to sleep; I don't want to talk about problems".
"Nor do I; I don't want to TALK, I want to DO; it's time we take him out; even The Council agrees; Catherine has expressed horror that that bastard spawn of Germany has tried to become an ally of Russia.
"To the detriment of the rest of Europe.
"Some of us, from 1776, on The Council, agree, but for our own reasons.
"In any event, Drumpf must go."
"So, Mr. President, HOW?"
"I don't know"
"Glad you weren't at Gettysburg".
"I have always shared that sentiment".
At this point I sensed checkmate or entropic exit, or both, or neither.
So I just threw a philo-conversational concept log on the fire.
"What if we invoke the Tom Dictum"?
"You mean 'The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.'”
"That sounds right".
"That sounds like Steve Bannon; odd isn't it, when one concatenates time and people one ends up with bullshit?
"Jefferson has always been headstrong; but he did do a good job as President; and he did buy Louisianna.
"He and Napoléon are fast friends".
"We keep getting off the subject - that subject being, as you have called him, or Catherine, has called him, or, perhaps, as both of you have called him, I guess, Drumpf, what are we going to do about this mess"?
"I don't know.
"But it won't be pretty.
"And you, citizen, and all like you, will be central.
"We cannot have a quarter millennium squandered to such as Drumpf".
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