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The Press Conference That Made The Worlds.
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Hello, this is important, very important,
More important than any other press conference I've ever had.

My boy, John, who is a super-genius,
Who may even be smarter than me,
If you can imagine such a thing,
Has told me that I have had something he calls an
"Eppy-fanny."

It's not like the fannies you sit on.
It's bigger, much bigger, so bigly and bright
That it shines like the Sun.

I have, today, stopped all of the wars that our beloved
United States is involved in.

Stopped them forever.

No more will our lovely men and girls die in strange places.
We are at peace, forever.

There's more ...

I have, today, recalled every soldier, sailor, airman and
Warrior back from all of those bases in foreign places
And I have taken steps to close those bases, forever,
And to give them back to the places where they sit situated
In their sites on distant lands.

Our boys and girls are coming home.

My boy, John, told me that my mehbey-fanny has more and more
Big, huge, giant thoughts inside it.

We are going to build new Cities.
Not in Kansas, nor in Kentucky, nor in other distant places
But in *THE* *SKY*!

The monies we will save by not destroying arkylojal places
In the Middle East, the Far East, the Near East and the Southern
East, we will pump into building golf courses on the Moon,
On Mercury and on Mars.

We will invest and we will profit so big.

Those golf courses will need hotels, waiters, bartenders, girls
To take your coats and kitchens.
The kitchens will need acres and acres of farms to feed them,
Pools full of fishes, vats in which meat can grow without ever
Harming an animal and doctors, dentists and heart guys.
They will need places to build diabetes pills and ball-point pens.
The cities in orbit, whatever that means, can be made to be
Huge, American, Free, Big and beautiful.

When we have dozens and dozens of those, some will decide
With the blessing of the Greater USofA,
To slip away into orbits around Saturn and Neptune
And into the cool, dimness haunted by the comets.

My boy, John, the genius almost so smart as me,
Tells me of a Cloud bigger than Texas
Where there is lots of room for many Cities.

There is going to be a Future Full Of Hope
And Life Without Ending.

It will be big and beautiful and full of Liberty and Promise.
The skies will be full of flags.

No one will ever need to die for countries nor gods nor hate.

Anyway, that's my new happy-fanny, helped by my mate, John,
Who is nearly as bright as me.

Cities in the sky.
Golfing holidays on Mars.
Tours to Cities in polar orbit around Saturn.

And absolutely full employment at home.

My friend, John, the genius, tells me that we'll get goodies
Out of this.
As the web came from atom research and lasers from other
Deep thinking,
We will get tools and tech we can't even imagine now
From the Sky Cities.

We will get songs and shows and paintings and arts never
Seen before.

And we don't need to kill anyone to do it.

Well, that's my happy-fanny, folks.
Thank you for your attentions on this matter.

I'll take some questions, now.

J.


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