You can always hit the "delete" button when you see my e-mails. It is up to you But know I will always love with agape love (from the Greek verb agapaow).

 

The Tibetan Buddhists call it "altruistic love".

 

So anyway . . . Donald Trump is president and decides that the lesbian witches have put a curse on the United States, so he thinks he has gotten to the root of the problem. He orders all lesbian witches to be burnt at the stake, in the Puritan tradition, don't you know.

 

But Janet Napolitano has other ideas, and she still has influence, as she was once Homeland Security Chief. So she has some "soul sisters" get the dirt on Donald, who has ordered the military to stand down because the Chinese have secretly agreed to finance another Atlantic City casino for him. The "soul sisters" sweet-talk the President's Marine guards into assassinating him, which they do.

 

Then Vice-President Glen Beck takes over. This is worse.

 

The intelligence officer on the rebellious sub has talked other sub commanders into sinking the Chinese surface fleet against The Donald's orders. When he hears Glen Beck has become President, he retargets the missiles on the sub for the Siberian, Alaskan, Middle Eastern, and Libyan oil fields, and the misilles are fired and destroy their targets.

 

The junior officers then find they have put their faith in an unstable man who cracks after he realizes what he has done. He insists he is Jack London and tries to open a port hole in the sub so he can jump out and drown.

 

He is restrained and put into the brig. There he hallucinates that he is Marlon Brando and keeps muttering: "I coulda been a contenduh!" Then he calls to his warders and insists: "I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse!"

 

Meanwhile, back in the Oval Office, the Marine Guards bring in a barrel of oil, and explain that they are stealing it because it is now worth one million dollars and they can retire on it. Glen Beck jumps up and says "No! Wait! I can make the price of a gallon of gas go down to twenty-nine cents! There's plenty of oil! This is all a conspiracy against me!" The Marine Guards look at one another, shrug, and throw the oil in the barrel on to Glen Beck.

 

He says "Oh no! I'm melting! I'm melting!" and he melts into the pool of oil on the floor.

 

The last scene is back on the sub, where the intelligence officer is heard singing Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus" from the brig!

 

Pretty good, huh?

 

Ciao new friend

 

Wes