As more and more bombs are delivered to the island and
readied for launch a series of provocative military manoeuvres takes place.
Tension increases as a few skirmishes break out. Direct communication with the
island closes down. Missile launch is imminent.
You sit in your oval office, thinking about the depressive
missiles over and over again. You feel trapped. What am I to do? Then, with
courage and determination you call somebody into the oval office. You say with
a trembling voice, “I think I might be depressed”. The person replies, “OK,
don’t worry we will sort it together! We need to open up a dialogue with the
island. The missiles don’t have to be there forever. Now you’ve told me, we’ll
sort it out…”
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