Who Bought The Beer?

On Wednesday General Hayden, nominee to head the CIA, indicated he might be willing to modify the FISA law to accommodate the President's warrantless wiretapping program. That would be like raising the blood alcohol level retroactively to, say "0.25" instead of "0.08", to absolve the President of a DUI charge! Were it not for the fact he is chauffered everywhere, that might come next, ... who knows? The President has expressed no interest or need to change a law he disregards altogether.

The law is the law until it is changed by Congress and signed by the President.

Now DOJ says they are stymied in their investigation of the wiretaps, because they can not procure the security clearance for their investigators to view the records. NSA, of course, issues the clearance or not. NSA, Hayden and DOJ all are complicit in a cover-up, ...

It appears to me they are playing that (under)age old game of "Who bought the beer?" now that they were busted in a corn field.

When confronted by the investigating officers the first spouts "I couldn't have bought it, ... I'm under age!".

"No one here has a beer in his hands, do they?" asks another.

"We drank it all so that no other young people would get hurt or killed drinking it!", spouts one of the more feeble minded among them.

Then on the edge of the party scene, ... the host of this sad beer fest, the former Sheriff's minor son, lies amid the stalks, bathed in his own vomit. He looks up bleary-eyed at the officers' Maglites, trained on him, and pronounces, ... "It's my G**Damn Beer! I drank it! I've drunk at least 40 of 'em, ... and I'll drink again, any damn time I want! So just change the damn law about age and blood alcohol levels, and get over it!"

"What did he say?" the young officer asked his older counterpart. The senior officer had to translate for the younger policeman, as the drunkard's speech was garbled and barely comprehensible. Meanwhile the sheriff's kid threw back another long draught from the Corona in his hand, and immediately puked on the boots of the officers standing over him.

" Well, ... from now on, just drink where no one will find you!", said the officer, as he shook his leg to clear the mess. "It makes us look bad when you kids get caught doing this kind of stuff!"

"Yea, ... that's another thing, ... said the Sheriff's son, ... I want to know who tol' you we'd be drinkin' here tonight, ... jus' so I can fix their wagon good! It was s'pose to be a secret!"

"Yes, Sir, ... We'll let you know that first thing tomorrow mornin', ... when you're sober enough to do somethin' about it!", the officer finished.

And the Sheriff's son grew up to be Sheriff himself! His brother's even thinkin' about runnin' for Sheriff, ... And he and his family, and his drinking partners lived happily ever after. AS for the drinking parties?, ... Well, now, they have them anywhere they damn please!

SG51

PS: Any similarity between the characters in this story and real persons is purely intentional. Any patterns of behavior which seem to be repeated from one decade to another, or from one crime to another are, tragically, true to life.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act. - George Orwell -
by Stargazer51 (Stargazer51@comcast.net) on Thu May 11th, 2006 at 07:16:42 AM EDT