You are George Bush the Third (and, with the middle initials WWW, also known as 'Dubya Dubya Dubya'), direct decendant, successful Oil Baron and President of the USA (thanks to your previous campaigns).
Under the secret codename 'Crusades', a high level meeting takes place in the Pentagon War Room to discuss strategies for the War on Terror.
Afterwards, your chief 'adviser' asks you to follow him. He takes you into the top secret 'back' war room, explaining that this is the hub where highly classified surveillance of potential adversaries and traitors takes place. He goes on to tell you that that most of the war cabinet do not even have security clearance to know of the existence of the room, let alone the plethora of agents and operations directed from there.
Your adviser gestures towards a series of complex maps and screens of confusing technical data, informing you that the Irakstanis have developed a new, even more lethal and subversive Weapon of Mass Destruction: the Crayons of Mass Destruction! There may be sleeper agents out there with them now!
"As you are Dubya Dubya Dubya, you are champion of the Internet and IT. So we have created a new simplified interface of the back war room in your home office ....."
"You are Commander in Chief and with your new interface you can strategically direct the war on terror yourself without need to be accountable to the war cabinet ...."
As he is about to leave, he reminds you: "Remember, boss, you have the authority to nuke 'em."
He extends his right arm in the air with a straightened hand, the secret salute of The Chosen, "God Bless America and The Holy Land!"
Thanks for helping to get rid of the idea that one should have six or seven chances to join. Twenty four hours, yeah!! Unless one contacts the TO ahead of time. I am with you and I don't think it's harsh at all.
