I'm on a funk(again)

                In a world of clashing ideologies the universe seems
    so far away. There is a dog that is a citizen of a pack in a kennel.
    Sally felt so ugly. She had beer titties. She looked at her naked
    body in her bedroom and felt old. Her tits sagged down to her potbelly.
    She wanted to throw something at the mirror, but that would be bad
    luck. "I'm a toad." she thought. Her cell phone rang.

              There was an emergency meeting at the Pentagon.
    Israel had bombed Iran. Sally got dressed quick. The secret service
    escorted her to a limo. This was a moment every President feared;
    the possibility of nuclear war. The drive was short. There was a bunker
    for a command center. "Do you think will have an incident?" her aid asked.
    Sally could not say. It was too sensitive. "Do you think I'm fat?" she smiled.
    The aid smiled back and made the necessary phone calls.

                The meeting took place with video screens.. Sally sat at her desk.
    There was little doubt the Chinese would defend Iran. Sally ordered a code Red.
    The entire country's military was to be prepared for a nuclear war.
    The discussion was simple, either wait for Iran or China to retaliate or make
    a first strike. Sally, ran her fingers through her blond hair. She looked at the
    Secretary of Defense on her monitor. "Do you think I'm fat?" she smiled.
    He said, "Yes." and smiled back. She drank some Ginger Ale.

                "Hit them. Hit them hard." she gave the go order.

    History does not record the easy choices.
    It is a bloody record of conquest and annihilation.
    "This will be a big Sunday." Sally said.
    "I feel ugly." her voice faded as she shut off her screens.

     
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