RUSSIAN ELECTION MEDDLING!
For the past year, there’s been a non-stop barrage of this headline. Everyone has heard or seen it. Surprisingly, there was no need for the meddling. It’s been going on much longer than most people realize.
On January 20, 2009, a new occupant had moved into the White House. The transition of power from the previous administration had been orderly and uneventful, and on the surface, seemed to move smoothly through the process as prescribed by the US Constitution.
What millions of Americans couldn’t know was that a few years before the new president was born, another man had been offered two lives to live. His choice would change the lives of every man, woman and child on our planet. Many famous assassinations had been left behind in the wake of his ascension. He destroyed many large individual fortunes and the economies of some countries.
He could have chosen the winning numbers of any lottery ticket, but instead he chose to play Wall Street, the biggest gamble and most lucrative game of them all. Perhaps, it was his reward for surviving many hellish years and being able to come back unscathed. He then established himself as a power broker.
On that very day of the inauguration, he also just happened to be in town..., and was less than a mile away from the Oval Office.
There are no coincidences! There are no twists of fate! And there is nothing that just happens…, without someone orchestrating the outcome!
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The phone rang. Then it rang some more. Startled, the occupant of the room sat on the edge of his bed, blankly gazing at the blinking blue panel on his nightstand. He was still dead-tired from the whirlwind night before, from endless hopping from one inaugural ball to another, from the countless procession of smiling faces congratulating him with the victory. It had been barely twelve hours since he moved to these quarters. This was his first night in that bedroom. He sat for a while motionless, trying to remember where he was. Then, he instinctively reached for his cell, just to realize that it wasn’t the one ringing. The blue panel on his nightstand kept blinking.
The room was dark, and the unfamiliar surroundings made it seem even darker. Finally, he realized that the ringing came from the line he dreaded the most. He slowly stretched his long arm and, with his eyes still half-closed, picked up the receiver. “Mr. President,” he heard a quiet voice of his night secretary on the other end, “there is an urgent call for you...” “Didn’t I tell you last night hold all the calls? In a few hours, I have to fly down to Florida to host a golf event for my biggest ‘bundlers.’ I have to be on top of my game...” He sounded irritated. “Mr. President, I’m afraid you would need to take this call. This is your counterpart from Russia.” “Couldn’t he wait till morning..., bastard...” “Mr. President, it is morning in Moscow.” Still sitting on the very edge of his bed, he reached for a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth without lighting it. The smell of tobacco made him relaxed and finally fully awake. “All right, put him through.”“Mr. President... I can call you that now... Congratulations are in order.” He heard a heavy Russian accent on the other end.“Couldn’t he wait, this prick...
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