Lame Bums
16-06-2005, 22:40
"Yes, sir." said the Vice President. "I know....Yes...Goodbye." Mike Bradley, the vice president, hung up the phone. It was a long yet typical day in the day to day management of the nation. A riot in Tehran, another one in Bahra, it was the typical day in the government. The unexpected was typical.
He left his office nearing sunset. It was a golden evening, a Friday night. Traffic was starting to pile up, lights showing themselves as drivers remembered to use their headlights. Just then he remembered something. Mike turned around and went back into his office. Into the computer he typed:
To: Nations of the World
From: Tehran, Iran (Lame Bums)
We are forming a new world alliance, called the Free Alliance of Solidly
Committed International Sovereign Territories, or F.A.S.C.I.S.T. for short.
We invite diplomats of all nations to a meeting tomorrow morning in the
Presidental House to discuss the formation of said alliance.
-General Mike Bradley
-17:41/06.16
With that he packed away his stuff and joined the crowd of commuters going to their houses.
He left his office nearing sunset. It was a golden evening, a Friday night. Traffic was starting to pile up, lights showing themselves as drivers remembered to use their headlights. Just then he remembered something. Mike turned around and went back into his office. Into the computer he typed:
To: Nations of the World
From: Tehran, Iran (Lame Bums)
We are forming a new world alliance, called the Free Alliance of Solidly
Committed International Sovereign Territories, or F.A.S.C.I.S.T. for short.
We invite diplomats of all nations to a meeting tomorrow morning in the
Presidental House to discuss the formation of said alliance.
-General Mike Bradley
-17:41/06.16
With that he packed away his stuff and joined the crowd of commuters going to their houses.