The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 2 of 3 Home Sweet Home
Ballrooms, gala affairs, champagne flowing, maybe even a tango to catch the eye. Of course it’s hard to see the occupants when the reflections from an overwhelming amount of gilded surfaces bounce from every nook and cranny. But we’re not here to pass judgment on what may well be the most garish brothel parlor in existence.
We’re here to wonder at the thickness of the bulletproof glass. At the structural engineering that went into this shed, yes, shed, as that is what the President himself referred to it as.
The shed that covers his expansive bomb shelter and command center. His hospital complex. His lavish living quarters. In wartime they call it a bunker. That’s where Hitler hid at the end and took the coward’s way out.
A bunker.
Why do we need such a command center? When was the last time the United States was attacked on its own soil? When has there been a physical threat from another nation since the end of the Cold War?
And Dude, his bunker isn’t going to survive ground zero. So what’s it all about? Maybe Alfie knows.
If it won’t survive a nuclear blast, won’t survive a rogue comet or asteroid, and we don’t see hordes of zombies rushing over the horizon, we are still left with one question.
Why does he need a bunker?
Maybe, just maybe, he thinks he needs it to protect himself from us.
And if that’s so, the next question follows naturally.
Why would he need to protect himself from the very people he was sworn to serve and protect?
Or are we expendable?
Maybe that’s a question we should all be asking ourselves.
The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 2 of 3 Home Sweet Home
The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 2 of 3 Home Sweet Home
Ballrooms, gala affairs, champagne flowing, maybe even a tango to catch the eye. Of course it’s hard to see the occupants when the reflections from an overwhelming amount of gilded surfaces bounce from every nook and cranny. But we’re not here to pass judgment on what may well be the most garish brothel parlor in existence.
We’re here to wonder at the thickness of the bulletproof glass. At the structural engineering that went into this shed, yes, shed, as that is what the President himself referred to it as.
The shed that covers his expansive bomb shelter and command center. His hospital complex. His lavish living quarters. In wartime they call it a bunker. That’s where Hitler hid at the end and took the coward’s way out.
A bunker.
Why do we need such a command center? When was the last time the United States was attacked on its own soil? When has there been a physical threat from another nation since the end of the Cold War?
And Dude, his bunker isn’t going to survive ground zero. So what’s it all about? Maybe Alfie knows.
If it won’t survive a nuclear blast, won’t survive a rogue comet or asteroid, and we don’t see hordes of zombies rushing over the horizon, we are still left with one question.
Why does he need a bunker?
Maybe, just maybe, he thinks he needs it to protect himself from us.
And if that’s so, the next question follows naturally.
Why would he need to protect himself from the very people he was sworn to serve and protect?
Or are we expendable?
Maybe that’s a question we should all be asking ourselves.
I know I am.
You?
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