Imagine if you will, you are a congressman or senator. In walks the enforcement arm of the ADL, the FBI. They say "mr congressman our affiliates dont like your stance on online platforms. We want you to change it. We need you to go after gab and other alt platforms." You're pissed, this is the fifteenth group lobbying you all day, a contingent of hasidics have been sitting outside your oak office doors shouting slanders of nazism all day, crying and shouting hysterically like its the wailing fucking wall, and every time you've put down your phone, or your secretary has put it down, it has rung again five seconds after. Continuously. For hours on end. You think fondly of your vicious cocaine habit, and wish you could bring more to the office, but AOC keeps sneaking in and stealing your supply and when you catch her she just clicks her tongue at you, like a mocha mulatto cannibal, high on yayo, threatening to have a line of women with rape accusations out your door to carve your beating heart right out of your chest with an aztec knife engraved with a star of david, if you call her on it. So you don't. And heres these chucklefucks from the federal bureaucracy of rackeeting and influence, working the gestapo business now that the name brand is out of fashion, the genuine article. Sitting in your office. "Mr congressman, what is your answer." And you scream at them. Face so red the spittal flies from your mouth like juice squirting from a fresh ripe tomato thats been cut. "LIsten you motherfuckers! I got $20 million from an assortment of midlevel tech companies that know they're gonna get F. U. C. K'd by big tech if I pass these bullshit laws so jack dorsey and zuckerberg can jump off a fucking bridge made of gold into a bigger pile of money. Tell them: pay me bitches or get the FUCK OUT of my office." The agents, a jet-black haired women in her thirties, pantsuit, and slick backed hair, looks non plussed. She crosses and uncross her legs, but her pencil thin eyebrows ride high on her forehead. She is not pleased. She looks at her partner, wordlessly, a tall and skinny man, except for a pot belly, in slacks and a smart watch, nearing his 50s, like an old georgia pig farmer that dressed up to go to dc, just as good-ol-boy corrupt, and just as calloused. "Well mr congressman. We can just show this video of you fucking this 5 year old to the national public. I'm sure we can arrange a little leak!" The congressman stands, outraged. "I never did that!" "Oh but according to our video you did!" as the older FBI agent shows him a video on a tablet. The congressman looks wordlessly, holding the tablet. "This is a lie, this is fake, this a deepfake!" he yells, outraged, pointing his finger angrily at the fbi agents. The FBI agents, look at each other in unison, and then at the congressman. And then the raven haired agent says, almost coy, but expressionless "Honestly mr. congressman, if we showed that video in court. You think little 80 year old ms ethel on the jury is going to find that believable? Or is the prosecutor going to call you nuts, and claim you're making up a bunch of bullshit to cover your disgusting crimes? And how many news stations can we get to play this 24/7, and call deep fakes a conspiracy theory?" The congressmans mouth falls open, and he shuts it, like a a fish out of water, gasping for air. "I..." he falls back into his leather chair. "What bill should I sign when congress reconvenes? " Both the FBI agents smile at each other, and stand up. "We're done here for now." The raven haired one says. "Thank you for your cooperation mr congressman. We'll let you know if we want anything further from you." The congressman, alone at his mahogany desk, in the vastness of the office, sits, and wonders, *would anyone believe what just happened? Would anyone believe me if I refused their demands? If I said no?** Moments later. A knock at the door, among the commotion of the crowd outside. Disturbing the stillness of the air. The congressman adjusts his tie, sweating a little, loosening the colar, and pours some bourbon into a glass, throwing it back quickly. "come in." Its aoc. With a crazy look in her eyes. Back for more cocaine