Anonymous Comrade writes
"Urgent Call from Cheyenne Mountain"
By John Chuckman
YellowTimes.ORG Columnist (Canada)
On the U.S. President's desk in the Oval
Office, a phone's red light urgently flashes. It's the signal for
an incoming call. Only calls from deep inside the vast
command-center redoubt known as Cheyenne Mountain come
in on this line. Constructed during the Cold War, this
hollowed-out mountain contains a virtual Pentagon
satellite-city built to survive a hundred years behind
million-ton blast-proof doors.
The president gleefully picks up the receiver. He just loves
getting important calls.
"Howdee!"
"Mr. President, this is a secure line, so we may speak freely."
"Dick, you old son of a gun, how's it goin' out there, livin'
under the mountain an' all? T'aint getting' to ya none?"
"I'm just fine, Mr. President, don't concern yourself. You know,
I spent a lot of time as a congressman with folks who live in
abandoned missile silos and mine shafts.