A Conversation From Somewhere Deep In The Deep State

 

A Conversation From Somewhere Deep In The Deep State:

 

Deep Stater 1: “Are we on a secure phone this time?”

Deep Stater 2: “Yup.”

DS 1: “Did we get him?”

DS 2: “No.”

DS 1: “What the bleep do you mean we didn’t get him?”

DS 2: “He turned his head at the last moment.”

DS 1: “You’re bleepin’ bleepin’ me!”

DS 2: “Nope. I wish I was.”

DS 1: “What the bleep happened?”

DS 2: “He turned his head.”

DS 1: “He ‘turned his head?’ Was there a pretty girl?”

DS 2: “Nope. A chart. A big chart to his right.”

DS 1: “We allowed the kid to come in, survey the grounds, use his rangefinder, get the lay of the land, fly a drone, and take position on the roof…and we didn’t account for a bleeping ‘big chart to his right?’”

DS 2: “Apparently.”

DS 1: “We only hit him in the ear?”

DS 2: “Yup.”

DS 1: “What’d he do?”

DS 2: “He got up, raised his arm, and said ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ to the crowd.”

DS 1: “What a cluster-f*ck disaster! Put out a new directive right bleeping now: ‘New directive. Commence Plan B…repeat, commence Plan B!’ Godspeed, let’s hope we’re successful this time…or he might succeed in making…gag me…’America Great Again.’”

DS 2:”Bleep! There goes our democracy!”

DS 1: “Well, that’s the point, dummkopf!”