They're out to get my son, the poor dumb bastard

Now I know that I once said that anyone who actually intelligently revealed the name of one of our agents is a damn traitor but what happens when it's your own son?

George and Connie seem to be getting a bit too close for my tastes if you know what I mean. There are certain niceties that a married man must display, especially in public, and being hopped up on those white house HMO goof balls is no excuse. Discretion is the key. In public service as well as private...but you know, I mean we all know, that my son is not exactly some JFK or 666Ronny. The boy lacks tact.

And it got some of the old boys a bit riled up, good old boys in the best turn of the phrase, patriots one and all, Gods chosen. I mean you all remember before I was president I ran the place. And I mean I RAN the place, from Guatemala to Angola and over on to those SouthEast Asian oil fields. Never forget Lumumba's face in those grainy old b+w's...best we had before the satellites. Good times we had, protecting America, but then...

Yeah those boys got all riled up cuz, you know, my son is a bit headstrong and the agency people are more ..like... uhh, subtle. Hold on...Barb hey Barb get me another LoneStar...whadyamean I've had enough!.... shit I'm just getting started, all the goddamn news...hold on I got my emergency supply right here behind this damn orchid Mitterand gave me, yeah take a pop of this stuff, older than the search for WMD's.



So, anyways, where was I? Yeah, CIA, my boy, Connie...bad mixture. I don't want to believe they are out to get him...you know, I made the telephone calls, hell Tenet was practically crying on the phone to me last spring. I still have some connections, but I don't know....they just seem like they're out to get my boy, the poor dumb bastard...oh I think I'm going to be sick...scuze me.....

To be continued