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February 25th, 1967. Washington D.C
Lyndon B Johnson stood up tall as the co-ed of Reporters gathered around him, some with microphones. He answered the questions like a true professional he thought, even though he was getting very aggravated at the mention of the Vietnam War. A Male Reporter came even closer then the others, annoyingly trying to grab Lyndon's attention for more info about the war. He shook Lyndon's hand, and while the Man looked back down to his notebook for prepared questions, Johnson wiped his hand on a towel.
"Michael N. Rogers, Sir." The Man introduced himself. "Is it true that the troops we're sent before the war to try and engage in some type of action Sir?" Before LBJ could get a word out, a Lady asked another question regarding that.
And Another. And even more.
"Is this going to last even longer?"
"When are our troops coming home?"
"Was the reason for this war was to stop communism?"
It was starting to get a bit overwhelming, and Lyndon was struggling to keep having a nice smile and that Texas charm. The flashing lights we're starting to overstimulate him as was the voices of all the Reporters who demanded answers for his doings.
"Can you find ways to obtain a good solution to cease the bloodshed?" Aw that was it, he needed to show who was boss. Lyndon took a towel and patted it on his head, and fixed his tie.
"May all the Women leave the room for me, As I am about to conclude this session." The Audience gave questionable looks as the Women reluctantly left the room, their answer pads barely filled with any valuable information. While the Male Reporters we're excited as they hoped to receive some answers to their questions. As they left, LBJ folded his arms as he caught a breath. More Questions, Dumb Questions if you asked him, spread like wildfire.
"Are you doing more to aid the troops?"
"We need more Veteran Discounts!"
"Can you justify the continuation of the Vietnam War?" Johnson had it.
"This is why!"
what the fuck.
A few minutes of silence flowed through the room in shock, as the 36th President whipped out his penis, and not just that, did a helicopter with it. Most of the Reporters dropped their things in surprise. Lyndon Baines Johnson was smug as he witnessed their reactions.
That'll teach em'.