The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The War On Santa
It was the night before Christmas, as the world waited for Christmas Day
But The rumblings of power, was ill at ease in the USA
In the White House, in Washington DC, the snow fell from the sky
Inside Obama, was holding an emergency meeting with the FBI
Surrounded by his ‘trusted' advisors and Army Generals of War
Obama was facing a major problem, one he could not ignore!
"My friends," he began to say, "Our country is now in turmoil"
"We have conquered Iran, Iraq and Libya for its oil!"
"We have taken Afghanistan for it Heroin!"
"We have our sticky fingers in so many pies, but something is missing!"
Obama was like Darth Vader, everyone in the room felt his presence
Obama, paced for a while before saying " What's missing is, Presents!"
"We need to control the worlds presents!" He said with  no banter
An evil shadow crossed Obama's face when he finally said "We must kill Santa!"
"Kill him, destroy his Reindeer and his terrorist elves"
"We must do it for America, but more importantly, for ourselves!"
Soon maps were strewn over desks and charts were up on computer screens
Santa was located in the North Pole, about to get ready to fulfil children's dreams
Air strikes were arranged and the Navy was setting course to the North Pole
Christmas was soon to be thrown into utter turmoil
"sir!" said one of the Generals, "What will do with all the presents we find?"
Obama, rubbed his chin , he pondered and said "Well no one can say America is unkind…"
"We'll take them, all of them and put them in a bunker in Canada!"
"Then we'll tell the world the truth about Santa, with some propaganda!"
"How he was an evil terrorist, a dictator, how he was smuggling drugs in toys"
"How he was a paedophile, who molested little boys!"
"The world will only suffer for a day, they'll remember it forever and a day"
"And who will they expect to help the world out? Of course us, the USA!"
"We'll own the whole present market, every present bought next year"
"Will be controlled by us, through social regulated fear!"
"We'll tax them high, and blame it on the ‘War' on Santa Claws"
"Explain that we're still recovering from all the other Wars"
"In time the world will love us, for bring Christmas back to them"
"And of course when the truth finally does come out. Well, we'll be dead by then!"



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