so
valuable.
By page twenty-four he was ready to give up. His eyes were
sore and dry. The clock on the oak mantle chimed half past
midnight. He was about to close the cover when the title of the
next chapter across the page caught his eye:
' Economic Invasion - how to create and influence a migrant influx
and thereby manipulate the economy of a nation.'
By two-fifteen, what he had read convinced him how to
potentially save the United States economy nine hundred and fifty
billion dollars over the next twenty years whilst quietly bringing
down the governments of probably eight countries whose leaders were
hostile to the US or whose economies represented a threat to
America’s growth.
Within the week he would convene a meeting of the Chairs of
the Senate Committees to discuss the implications of this report
and how the information could best be exploited. He scribbled on
the notepaper emblazoned with the White House seal as he replaced
the file back into its leather case marked ‘For the Presidents Eyes
Only’ and, sliding the case under his bed, clicked off the
light.
Ten days later, the Chairmen of the twenty-one standing Senate
Committees convened noisily in a White House meeting room. There
was initial confusion, suspicion even, that this unusual unplanned
meeting had been called. There was no imminent threat to national
security that anyone was aware of, no looming natural disaster or
man-made crisis about to unfold.
Most of those present had at least made an attempt to read the
report that had been sent to them. Some had merely thumbed through,
confused by what seemed to be a report by some hippy Californian
post grads discussing holidays and family trends. A few had got
their advisers to read it and to summarize the contents for them.
What possible significance could this have to bring together such a
high powered group of influential senators?
Senator Elmerstein, the Chairman of the Energy and Natural
Resources Committee, who had been given an advance copy of the
report and had read and understood its implications thoroughly, sat
calmly as he waited for the final arrival. He looked up at the
clock high on the wall opposite him. It was now ten-thirty. Lifting
his stiff white cuff to glance at his watch, he looked up and
coughed loudly, instantly bringing the meeting to order. Senators,
who had been greeting each other, enquiring after wives and
mistresses, stopped talking and looked expectantly towards
Elmerstein.
“Gentlemen, thank you for coming this
morning. I hope you have read the report in front of you.”
Fresh copies had been neatly positioned, like table mats, one
for each person present. Those who had discussed the meeting
privately beforehand glanced at each other, exaggerated perplexed
looks on their faces. There was a thud on the large wooden door. It
was a courtesy, not a request for permission to enter. He needed no
permission to enter a room in his own house.
The President strode in. There was an audible gasp, combined
with a teeth-clenching screech of polished wood on wood as
eighty-four chair legs slid sharply back on the parquet floor,
their occupants standing to attention as their Commander-in-Chief
entered the room.
“Morning gentlemen, sorry I’m late. Have I missed anything
Elm?”
Elmerstein had been a Senator for thirty years and had earned
the respect, and in most cases the confidence, of every president
since Nixon. “No, Mr. President, we were just getting
started.”
“Good. Gentlemen, let’s talk about energy.”
The senators looked around for some sign that they were not
the only one in the room who had missed that part of the report.
The President, sensing the confusion, launched straight into a
speech he had spent the previous evening drafting, intending it to
eventually be for public broadcast. “Keeping America competitive
requires affordable energy, and here we have a serious problem.
America is addicted to oil which is often imported from unstable
parts
valuable.
By page twenty-four he was ready to give up. His eyes were
sore and dry. The clock on the oak mantle chimed half past
midnight. He was about to close the cover when the title of the
next chapter across the page caught his eye:
' Economic Invasion - how to create and influence a migrant influx
and thereby manipulate the economy of a nation.'
By two-fifteen, what he had read convinced him how to
potentially save the United States economy nine hundred and fifty
billion dollars over the next twenty years whilst quietly bringing
down the governments of probably eight countries whose leaders were
hostile to the US or whose economies represented a threat to
America’s growth.
Within the week he would convene a meeting of the Chairs of
the Senate Committees to discuss the implications of this report
and how the information could best be exploited. He scribbled on
the notepaper emblazoned with the White House seal as he replaced
the file back into its leather case marked ‘For the Presidents Eyes
Only’ and, sliding the case under his bed, clicked off the
light.
Ten days later, the Chairmen of the twenty-one standing Senate
Committees convened noisily in a White House meeting room. There
was initial confusion, suspicion even, that this unusual unplanned
meeting had been called. There was no imminent threat to national
security that anyone was aware of, no looming natural disaster or
man-made crisis about to unfold.
Most of those present had at least made an attempt to read the
report that had been sent to them. Some had merely thumbed through,
confused by what seemed to be a report by some hippy Californian
post grads discussing holidays and family trends. A few had got
their advisers to read it and to summarize the contents for them.
What possible significance could this have to bring together such a
high powered group of influential senators?
Senator Elmerstein, the Chairman of the Energy and Natural
Resources Committee, who had been given an advance copy of the
report and had read and understood its implications thoroughly, sat
calmly as he waited for the final arrival. He looked up at the
clock high on the wall opposite him. It was now ten-thirty. Lifting
his stiff white cuff to glance at his watch, he looked up and
coughed loudly, instantly bringing the meeting to order. Senators,
who had been greeting each other, enquiring after wives and
mistresses, stopped talking and looked expectantly towards
Elmerstein.
“Gentlemen, thank you for coming this
morning. I hope you have read the report in front of you.”
Fresh copies had been neatly positioned, like table mats, one
for each person present. Those who had discussed the meeting
privately beforehand glanced at each other, exaggerated perplexed
looks on their faces. There was a thud on the large wooden door. It
was a courtesy, not a request for permission to enter. He needed no
permission to enter a room in his own house.
The President strode in. There was an audible gasp, combined
with a teeth-clenching screech of polished wood on wood as
eighty-four chair legs slid sharply back on the parquet floor,
their occupants standing to attention as their Commander-in-Chief
entered the room.
“Morning gentlemen, sorry I’m late. Have I missed anything
Elm?”
Elmerstein had been a Senator for thirty years and had earned
the respect, and in most cases the confidence, of every president
since Nixon. “No, Mr. President, we were just getting
started.”
“Good. Gentlemen, let’s talk about energy.”
The senators looked around for some sign that they were not
the only one in the room who had missed that part of the report.
The President, sensing the confusion, launched straight into a
speech he had spent the previous evening drafting, intending it to
eventually be for public broadcast. “Keeping America competitive
requires affordable energy, and here we have a serious problem.
America is addicted to oil which is often imported from unstable
parts
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