The President’s Brain is Missing

“Storms, we got a problem.” Said Markham, head of white house security for the Secret Service,

“Christ, what now?” Said Storms, his number two. It had been a week full of problems and gaffes.

“He’s done.” Said Markham

“What’s he done now?” Ask Storms with a sigh.

“No, he’s done, done. Stick a fork in him. He’s totally lost it. Last night he couldn’t find the bathroom, and he crapped in the walk-in closet. This morning he asked where his wife was and got very agitated because he thinks she’s having an affair with James Dean.” Said Markham shaking his head sadly.

“In heaven, maybe. She’s been dead for five years, and Dean’s been dead for sixty or more.” Said Storms.

“My point exactly we can’t cover it up anymore. His brain is missing. We gotta hide him.” Said Markham.

“Hide the President?” Exclaimed Storms, “That’s going to take a lot of work.”

“Well, none of us want that Psycho of a vice president in charge, do we? There is no telling what she might do. Plus with her in the White House we are guaranteed to lose the next election, which could set our agenda back years.” Said Markham

“What is our agenda?” Asked Storms.