#ThePresidentIsMissing Nothing

#ThePresidentIsMissing Nothing

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#ThePresidentIsMissing Nothing Incidents from past years come tumbling in, eager to influence my decision. Like the time when my election advisor said, "Never waste a good crisis. Surge forward with killer slogans to seize attention. A few words may die but the gist lives long enough to empower ambitions." I had heard him out, debated, and concluded that no word was unimportant and must not be left to die if they could be saved. And children are far more precious than words. I remember tbe leader of opposition once mention in his public speech that it was vital to not just know and show force and power but to use it when the time was right. The time is right, I remind myself... but what exactly are force and power? Yes, I say to no once in particular, and then nod my head vigorously. His military commander looks at him silently, poised to convey tbe final order whatever it happened to be. I say aloud, "We will use force and power. The power of deception and the force of surprise. We're must capture the terrorists alive and see how we can reach their higher echelons. Let's not waste a good crisis. " #ThePresidentIsMissing
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