Darrell Davis

The Cost of War

...BUUUUZZZZZZZ...BUUUUZZZZZZ..."Hello?" A sleepy voice answers.  It is 2 O'Clock in the morning.  A somewhat annoyed voice on the other end asks, "Mrs. Bush, sorry to call at this un-Godly hour. Is George there?   

"Tony?"

"Yes."

"He's not here, did you try Condi's place. He likes to work her..er..with her at odd hours of the night.  I trust him though.  He's never liked anything dark, except coffee and oil."

"Yes of course. Tell George I was checking my Swiss bank Account and I don't see the 50 million.'

"Oh, well, I will tell him.  Listen, I really have to go."  Cough! Cough!

"Excuse me Mrs. Bush, I thought I heard someone cough. If George is there, put him on, I want my money.  I flushed my whole political career to support this war."

"Oh that.  Hehe..that is Collin.  He likes to work odd hours also.  And boy can he work!!...I mean I will tell George to call you.  CLICK!!

Fighting Terror

I pushed the door open with breathless anticipation. My country was counting on me. I felt like James Bond (shaken not stirred) as I walked in and took my seat along side the suspect. He was the third person within the hour my instincts told me to check out.

I believe that everyone who loves freedom and privacy should spy. I was certain this system I developed would one day be adopted by spies everywhere. I looked down and there they were. Shoes!

I deduced from recent public descriptions by the intelligence community that terror suspects would probable wear shoes! If not shoes, then sneakers! Here was the third person to come into this bathroom wearing shoes! I began to sense a pattern.

Although it was too early to confirm, I felt that other bathrooms were also being used by terror suspects and they too would be wearing shoes. I decided to pick up my operation (and my pants) and set out to find another place to stake out. I was on to something!

What Year is This?

In a brightly lit space (not quite a room as we understand it), two figures sat across from each other.

"Continue agent Robur," Commodore Nemo said with a puzzled look on his face. He would have to look into this new weapon called TV.

"Well, there is a man who was elected that seems to now be a dictator," Robur said. He continued. "Even though he was elected, he doesn't serve the people who voted for him. Instead, he spies on them and watches them by putting military and police forces among them. These forces are able to search the citizens or their residences without cause. They can be dragged away at any time to a military facility and held indefinitely," the agent reported as the Commodore was clearly becoming impatient.

Robur continued,"This man is even blaming racial groups for crime and run away government spending even though his war machine is the real cause."

The Commodore had enough! He jumped up and shouted," Why are you wasting my time agent! Robur knew when the Commodore used his title without his name, he was in trouble.

"You gave this same report 60 earth years ago! You don't have to keep reminding me that you feel we made a mistake at that time by not intervening! I want present day information!" the Commodore insisted.

Agent Rogur looked at the Commodore with genuine confusion on his face. "Oh no sir," he said with a sad look on his face. "This is present day information. The man of this report's name is President Bush."

Report of Little Green Men...

"That's impossible agent Robur! It was a mere six years ago that you filed a completely different report!" Commodore Nemo was upset. He referred to Robur's earlier report where he described a planet named Earth that had hundreds of countries of all sizes, peoples and populations. Now, apparently, there remained only a few. Something had gone terribly wrong.

Agent Robur had been scouting planets for the past 10 sinos, and never saw anything like this before. The thought made his green blood turn purple!

Agent Robur continued, "Sir, I monitored all forms of communication. There are only a few countries left on the planet! Apparently some kind of weapon that looked like an airplane, two to be exact, were fired at two buildings and not only destroyed them, but left only America, Britain, and Iraq intact!

This was more than the Commodore could bare. "What kind of earth weapon could do that?" the Commodore demanded.

"I think they call it...T.V!