Don’t Mess With Earth
The President was not looking forward to his first press conference, especially in the White House Press Room in front of all those scowling reporters. He had wanted to do it in the comfort of the Oval Office, sitting behind his desk, with no one around but the TV people and the Secret Service. In the end, he felt it was necessary and the right thing to do to give this press conference in person, because he was the one who ordered the strike and he was confident he did the right thing when it was ordered. What he was about to tell the people of not only the United States, but also the rest of the world, filled him with trepidation, only because it could anger enough of the right people to get him impeached and kicked out of office. The United States government had kept this secret now for more than sixty years, and now was time to tell the world. He himself had not known about it until scientists had finally figured out the technology to do what he had just ordered the military to do. The previous administration was informed, but that particular president, since he was leaving office, wanted to pass the buck, and let the new administration deal with it. So, here he was, a new president with less than one month in office and he was walking into the Press Room as his press secretary was introducing him, feeling as if the whole world was on his shoulders.
He stationed himself behind the podium, looked around the room, took a deep breath, composed himself, and began, "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of the Press and those of you at home watching on TV or the Internet. I am here to inform you of an action we, the United States, have taken no other government on Earth would have known about until shortly before this press conference. I suggest all of you sit back, relax, and listen to the whole story, because this may take a while, and if it takes longer than that, I’ll have the story broken up over a period of three or four days. Well, it all started a few thousand years ago...."