For those who like to wear the tinfoil hats and conjure
up wacky intrigue, it was a conspiracy of sorts beyond any doubt. There were
many abettors and operatives sought for their advice and opinions well in
advance of when the prime directive was decided. And thus was born a
clandestine caper worthy of any Oliver Stone movie.
It was conjured early last fall as the mastermind had
given the matter some serious thought, gleaned from experience and reasonable expectation.
It gained steam as the autumn leaves fluttered aimlessly to the ground and
another season was about to emerge. The time for action loomed. So, others were snared into the plot and sworn
to secrecy.
Most were relatives and a few well-chosen colleagues.
They listened to the proposed mission outcome and offered timely and intimate
tips on how to most effectively target the prime directive: Strike fast and hard
with blitzkrieg brilliance. One of the main conspirators, who will only be referred
to as “Big Mama,” suggested how it could best be carried out “using a soft
glove,” she chuckled slyly.
And so the process began. Carefully select the necessary
resource and choose the proper occasion. Move silently and swift with a sniper’s
patience and cunning, fully aware the cover could be blown by an errant slip of
the tongue. Consider all of the options and potential outcomes. Pick the time
and place. Be prepared to adapt.
The plan was decided. The shock and awe would be
delivered on Christmas Eve 2012…
