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   On top of the tunnel entrance, a construction company had built the VP a one-bedroom and thirty-bathroom single-family residence. This construction company, of which the VP was an honored Board member, had an international reputation for building architecturally magnificent mansions.

   This construction company had been in business for over one-hundred years and had constructed mansions for oil barons, utility executives, and rulers of countries around the world.

   Some of their overseas clients had accumulated their fortunes from their oil reserves. Other of these overlords had been successful in feeding their citizens by the cultivation of important export crops such as coca leaves and opium

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poppies. Some had had the expense to construct their royal residences generously donated to them by their grateful citizens. The natives lived happily in their rural hutments, so that their beloved leaders could occupy palaces appropriate to their exalted stations.

   From any of the VP’s thirty personal and private bathrooms in his single family residence he could take an elevator down to his command post in mere seconds. From this secure environment the VP could monitor and direct all intelligence and communications from the Pentagon; the CIA, the National Security Agency, NORAD and NASA.

   Sitting at his desk, at the top of this bowl shaped mission and command control center he could look down from his aerie into the 5-story, 500,000 square-foot space. The VP watched his workers scurry about, as they performed their important duties.

   Using technologies and products developed for use in the Patriot Act, the VP could sit at his desk and use surviellance cameras and microphones to audit the conversations and actions of his two-thousand technicians. The cameras and microphones were wired to a twenty-foot square high defi- nition, digital big screen television, so that the VP could be prepared to offer his sound advice to those technicians as they performed their important duties in the event he determined they required his assistance.

   The VP congratulated himself on his foresight, seven years previously, when he had had this complex designed and built. He had stressed to the President the importance for the nation of having an impregnable nerve-center from which to operate

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in the event of a national emergency, such as a revolt by the unwashed idiots.

   The President had at that time sat at his desk in the Oval Office, the desk the VP lusted for, and screwing up his face into a caricature of a circus sideshow freak worried that such a facility might be misinterpreted.

   The President expressed his concern that in other countries; their kings, presidents and sheiks, who had built such facilities as the VP was describing, were sometimes referred to as dictators.

   The VP had responded, “Mr. President, if I may say so, there is nothing wrong with dictators, as long as you sir, are the one doing the dictating.”