on the news that night as just another publicity stunt by guerilla
environmentalists.
Once
inside the UN Building, Hood and Little John attached clip-on ties to their collars,
and assumed the walk of regular bureaucrats.
Owing
to the labyrinth of national offices inside the building, the Americans would never
know into which mission the two thieves walked—would never know which country’s
high-pressure release valve was used to open the mysterious Grauss case.
In
this vein, Herr Fuhrer, I propose an alliance between our two great
nations—between Germany and the United States of America—that will supercede
any previous treaties my country may be party to.
I
await your reply. In the meantime, I remain,
Yours
sincerely,
Franklin
Delano Roosevelt
President
of the United States of America
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THE
BENEFITS OF LEVERAGE
Two
days after the theft, the President of the United States gave an impromptu
press conference during which he announced that tariffs preventing Australian
meat products from entering the United States—tariffs which for years had
unfairly protected American farmers from open-market competition—would be
abolished.
He
also issued a statement saying that aggressive US tactics toward the Euro and
the European economy would cease. Some economic commentators noted that several
currencies that were ‘tied’ to the Euro would benefit immensely from such an
action, one of which was the beleaguered Australian dollar.
When
questioned about the sudden changes of policy, the President denied that it had
been the result of a recent meeting at UN Headquarters with top-level
Australian diplomats.
In
fact, he said, relations between the two nations were stronger than ever. Why,
just next week, US SEAL teams were to engage in exercises with crack troops
from the elite Australian SAS…
________________
THE ROCK PRINCESS
AND
THE THRILLER WRITER
_____________________________
They
met in a hotel in New York City. She was a hip young rock star from LA—newly
discovered and heavily promoted—on a sixteen-city tour of the States selling
her new album.
He
was also on tour, but it was a wholly different kind of promotional trip.
She
went on Letterman.
He
did interviews on local cable channels.
She
went on Howard Stern.
He
did a syndicated late-night radio show—a midnight-till-dawn sit-in.
She
had stretch limos to take her around.
He
took cabs.
She
had an army of publicists and managers and record company execs who insisted on
doing everything for her.
He
had a chain-smoking in-house publicist from his publishing house.
Her
songs were all Rock-the-System, Rage-Against-Capitalism stuff. She wrote them
herself. Her image was petite girl-genius: lead guitar, baggy jeans, and big
doe eyes.
He
was published around the world by a gigantic publishing conglomerate.
She
did a lunchtime in-store appearance at the Virgin Megastore on Times Squares.
The 3,000-strong crowd flowed out onto the street, causing a traffic jam.
The
Rock Princess & the Thriller Writer His in-store gig that day attracted 76
people. His publicist (cigarette in mouth) was absolutely thrilled. ‘Mark, this
is awesome! When Grisham did this place the first time, only four people turned
up!’
At
the Radisson on Lexington, she was in the top-floor Grand Executive Suite.
He
was in a room overlooking a back alley.
She
was a rock princess.
He
was a thriller writer.
They
met in the restaurant of the hotel.
It
was late. Each had had a long day. Except for the two of them, the restaurant
was empty.
He
was seated alone in a corner booth, eating a club sandwich with one hand and
reading a book with the other, like he always
environmentalists.
Once
inside the UN Building, Hood and Little John attached clip-on ties to their collars,
and assumed the walk of regular bureaucrats.
Owing
to the labyrinth of national offices inside the building, the Americans would never
know into which mission the two thieves walked—would never know which country’s
high-pressure release valve was used to open the mysterious Grauss case.
In
this vein, Herr Fuhrer, I propose an alliance between our two great
nations—between Germany and the United States of America—that will supercede
any previous treaties my country may be party to.
I
await your reply. In the meantime, I remain,
Yours
sincerely,
Franklin
Delano Roosevelt
President
of the United States of America
-----------------------------------------------------------
OFFICIAL
STAMP 046-24 --DOCUMENT NOT DELIVERED
(7
DECEMBER, 1941) --DESTROY ALL COPIES --DESTROY ALL COPIES
–-DESTROY
ALL COPIES –-DESTROY ALL COPIES
-----------------------------------------------------------
THE
BENEFITS OF LEVERAGE
Two
days after the theft, the President of the United States gave an impromptu
press conference during which he announced that tariffs preventing Australian
meat products from entering the United States—tariffs which for years had
unfairly protected American farmers from open-market competition—would be
abolished.
He
also issued a statement saying that aggressive US tactics toward the Euro and
the European economy would cease. Some economic commentators noted that several
currencies that were ‘tied’ to the Euro would benefit immensely from such an
action, one of which was the beleaguered Australian dollar.
When
questioned about the sudden changes of policy, the President denied that it had
been the result of a recent meeting at UN Headquarters with top-level
Australian diplomats.
In
fact, he said, relations between the two nations were stronger than ever. Why,
just next week, US SEAL teams were to engage in exercises with crack troops
from the elite Australian SAS…
________________
THE ROCK PRINCESS
AND
THE THRILLER WRITER
_____________________________
They
met in a hotel in New York City. She was a hip young rock star from LA—newly
discovered and heavily promoted—on a sixteen-city tour of the States selling
her new album.
He
was also on tour, but it was a wholly different kind of promotional trip.
She
went on Letterman.
He
did interviews on local cable channels.
She
went on Howard Stern.
He
did a syndicated late-night radio show—a midnight-till-dawn sit-in.
She
had stretch limos to take her around.
He
took cabs.
She
had an army of publicists and managers and record company execs who insisted on
doing everything for her.
He
had a chain-smoking in-house publicist from his publishing house.
Her
songs were all Rock-the-System, Rage-Against-Capitalism stuff. She wrote them
herself. Her image was petite girl-genius: lead guitar, baggy jeans, and big
doe eyes.
He
was published around the world by a gigantic publishing conglomerate.
She
did a lunchtime in-store appearance at the Virgin Megastore on Times Squares.
The 3,000-strong crowd flowed out onto the street, causing a traffic jam.
The
Rock Princess & the Thriller Writer His in-store gig that day attracted 76
people. His publicist (cigarette in mouth) was absolutely thrilled. ‘Mark, this
is awesome! When Grisham did this place the first time, only four people turned
up!’
At
the Radisson on Lexington, she was in the top-floor Grand Executive Suite.
He
was in a room overlooking a back alley.
She
was a rock princess.
He
was a thriller writer.
They
met in the restaurant of the hotel.
It
was late. Each had had a long day. Except for the two of them, the restaurant
was empty.
He
was seated alone in a corner booth, eating a club sandwich with one hand and
reading a book with the other, like he always
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