Ch 4, The Great PlagueChapter FourCh 4, The Great Plague
President William Sumter Eastwicke leaned back in his chair in the Oval Office, relaxing with his brain trust of advisors. He gestured to one of his guards, who quickly stepped over, handed the President his personalized cigar—a mixture of tobacco and Cannabis—and offered his lighter.
American presidents had long practiced the delicate art of saying one thing in public, while doing another in private. Eastwicke had brought that art to new heights.
"If we’re going to be a great administration, we need a war. A war requires an enemy—an enemy to be feared
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