The Carson Clint Speech
The Secretary of War vs top generals/admirals
Numerous U.S generals and admirals from all over the world sat as comfortably as they could in a heavily blue room while being aggressively spoken to by the 38-year-old Secretary of War, Carson Clint. Thirty minutes had already passed since the secretary began his speech to them.
Most of the leaders had hoped that Clint’s speech would improve, while others were becoming irritable listening to the buff secretary with black wavy hair.
‘‘It’s a new day, gentlemen and gentlewomen!’’ Carson shouted. ‘‘The President and I want our military to be strong and only strong!’’
55-year-old Army Lieutenant General James J. Mallory, who was sitting in the eighth row in the room, was doing everything he could to hide his growing contempt for the Secretary of War. The bald Black-American felt the Galveston, Texas, in him wanting to come out.
Sitting beside him was 49-year-old Air Force Major General Raina Sira, whose intense stare could scare troublemaking teenagers into behaving right. The Indian-American was also not pleased with Clint’s speech after taking three flights from Camp Simba, Kenya.
60-year-old, Adrimal T.J. Aires, who was on the left of Lieutenant Mallory, had a slight smile that hid his disbelief at what he was experiencing.
The water-loving Kentucky native, who was also bald, was already missing being on his ship, the U.S.S. Denver, in Crete Naval Base, Greece. Like everyone else in the room, he tried to endure the torture the best way he knew how.
‘‘Every soldier must be hairless from face to toe! If there’s a little piece of hair on your face, you’re out!’’ Carson hollered.
‘‘Another thing I want you all to get in your heads, to prevent war, we must create a war!’’
Carson took notice of the stoic stares he got after he said that heavy sentence. ‘‘That’s right! There’ll be no more waiting and being on the defensive! We will declare war on other countries, big or small, before they can declare war on us!
We’ll even go to war inside our states, cities, and towns if need be. Our president wants America’s strength to show all over the world, and by God, that’s what we’re going to do!’’ shouted Carson while throwing punching jabs towards his audience.
A cold chill flowed throughout the room.
‘‘America’s military needs to step it up! I need you all to step it up! And we will step it up! If you can’t handle these new requirements, well, thank you for your service and get out!’’
The generals and admirals remained unmoved by what Carson was saying to them.
Numerous U.S generals and admirals from all over the world sat as comfortably as they could in a heavily blue room while being aggressively spoken to by the 38-year-old Secretary of War, Carson Clint. Thirty minutes had already passed since the secretary began his speech to them.
Most of the leaders had hoped that Clint’s speech would improve, while others were becoming irritable listening to the buff secretary with black wavy hair.
‘‘It’s a new day, gentlemen and gentlewomen!’’ Carson shouted. ‘‘The President and I want our military to be strong and only strong!’’
55-year-old Army Lieutenant General James J. Mallory, who was sitting in the eighth row in the room, was doing everything he could to hide his growing contempt for the Secretary of War. The bald Black-American felt the Galveston, Texas, in him wanting to come out.
Sitting beside him was 49-year-old Air Force Major General Raina Sira, whose intense stare could scare troublemaking teenagers into behaving right. The Indian-American was also not pleased with Clint’s speech after taking three flights from Camp Simba, Kenya.
60-year-old, Adrimal T.J. Aires, who was on the left of Lieutenant Mallory, had a slight smile that hid his disbelief at what he was experiencing.
The water-loving Kentucky native, who was also bald, was already missing being on his ship, the U.S.S. Denver, in Crete Naval Base, Greece. Like everyone else in the room, he tried to endure the torture the best way he knew how.
‘‘Every soldier must be hairless from face to toe! If there’s a little piece of hair on your face, you’re out!’’ Carson hollered.
‘‘Another thing I want you all to get in your heads, to prevent war, we must create a war!’’
Carson took notice of the stoic stares he got after he said that heavy sentence. ‘‘That’s right! There’ll be no more waiting and being on the defensive! We will declare war on other countries, big or small, before they can declare war on us!
We’ll even go to war inside our states, cities, and towns if need be. Our president wants America’s strength to show all over the world, and by God, that’s what we’re going to do!’’ shouted Carson while throwing punching jabs towards his audience.
A cold chill flowed throughout the room.
‘‘America’s military needs to step it up! I need you all to step it up! And we will step it up! If you can’t handle these new requirements, well, thank you for your service and get out!’’
The generals and admirals remained unmoved by what Carson was saying to them.
‘‘You’re all dismissed!’’ yelled Carson.
All the leaders slowly rose out of their seats and headed toward the exit doors. Carson smiled devilishly while watching all the generals and admirals, still dealing with jet lag from their flights, leave the room as quickly as possible.
Lieutenant James J. Mallory was fuming inside. He continued walking and thinking about what the Secretary of War said to him. Major General Raina Sira was walking behind Mallory and could feel his inner rage. She could emphasize while also feeling disgusted by the meeting she had endured.
A male general behind her stormed through numerous generals and admirals, headed towards the exit doors, and threw his military ribbons in the trash.
Mallory, Sira, and Aires were near the exit doors. Once they got out of the blue room, a weight had released itself from them, as well as the other leaders out in the bright hallway. Mallory kept walking until he reached an area where no one was around.
Major General Sira and Admiral Aires followed him to the area he was in. Mallory walked to and fro near a hard white wall.
‘‘Who does he think he’s messing with?!?’’ Mallory blurted out.
‘‘Stay calm, General,’’ said Admiral Aires while looking at Mallory’s name tag on his uniform. ‘‘General… Mallory.’’
‘‘What do you mean, stay calm?!? You heard how that little peacock spoke to us!’’ shouted Lieutenant General Mallory. ‘‘I can’t believe I had to fly three flights for this crap show! How did this come to be? A young YouTuber lectured us on how to be a soldier and command our troops. This is beyond offensive. It’s soul-piercing.’’
‘‘I’m with you. I was in Greece, chatting with Socrates in Athens, when I got the call to come here. I hope Socrates didn’t leave the area.’’ said Adrimal Aires.
‘‘I’m sure he’s still there, waiting for you with open arms.’’ Major General Sira walked up to the two men.
Both Mallory and Aires chuckled. Sira joined in on the chuckling.
‘‘Well, getting chewed out by Secretary no-combat Clint was not on my list for today,’’ added Major General Sira.
‘‘It wasn’t on my list either. That guy is a psychopath,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘The whole damn admiration is nothing but psychopaths,’’ uttered Lieutenant General Mallory.
Both Sira and Aires nodded to Mallory’s words.
‘‘Yeah, but Clint is the worst. He could lead us into a war that we won’t be able to escape,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘Someone needs to teach that YouTube star a lesson before he gets a lot of people killed for no reason,’’ said Lieutenant General Mallory.
‘‘We could try to beat some sense into him,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘Yeah, but he’s got an army of security around him. We would never get within ten feet of that lunatic.’’
‘‘I know someone who works in that world. From what I was told, most of Clint’s security can’t stand him. I’m gonna talk to them again and see if it’s possible to give Clint a visit.’’ said Major General Sira.
Both Mallory and Aires curiously stared at Sira while wondering if it was possible to do the unthinkable.
TWO DAYS LATER
It was 11:00 pm on a Sunday, which was 23:00 in military time.
The Secretary of War, Carson Clint, had fallen asleep in his room on his king-size bed. His room contained a large portrait of Charlie Kirk with black shades over his eyes above his bed.
Downstairs, his door slowly opened — eight individuals wearing all black, including their masks, glided inside Clint’s home. The individuals swiftly searched for Clint on the first floor, but didn’t find him there.
One of them pointed upstairs to the others. They nodded and proceeded to head upstairs with their eyes on high alert. They glided past Clint’s bathroom, which had a strong odor of urine. They were approaching Clint’s gym room, filled with what looked like a million dumbbells and a large treadmill.
One of the masked men looked at the room with admiration.
‘‘This ain’t a bad setup,’’ they thought before following the others ahead.
The person at the front of the group kept ice skating across the hard floor until they reached the last room on the right. They grabbed the door handle before slowly pushing the door enough to see inside the room. They scanned the room with both eyes before seeing Carson Clint asleep in his bedroom.
‘‘He’s in here.’’ they said silently.
One by one, they silently entered Clint’s room with their weapon of choice in their right hand. The eight circled Clint’s bed, ready to strike him. They nodded at each other while hearing Clint snoring in his sleep. The person who wanted to throw the first hit lifted their weapon in the air before releasing it on Clint.
The first hit quickly woke a baffled Clint up. The second hit from another person prompted him to get into a defensive stance with his hands over his head.
Afterwards, the rest of them joined in on striking Clint with their white pillows in their hands. Clint hollered hysterically while taking each hit the masked individuals threw at him.
One of them started to speak while enjoying striking Clint with their pillow. ‘‘Don’t…you…start…a….stupid…war!’’
The eight continue hitting Clint with their pillows until his crying made them stop. They listened to Clint cry like a kid who was spending time away from their parents for the first time in their life.
‘‘What…what do you all want from me?’’ Clint asked with a teary face.
‘‘To do the right thing, Secretary. We also want you to show the U.S military more respect,’’ said Major General Sira.
Her expressive eyes shone through her face mask.
‘‘We’re willing to work with you, Secretary, but not if you continue to antagonize us.’’ Adrimal Aires added.
‘‘Yeah, and for the love of God, start acting like you got some sense!’’ shouted Lieutenant General Mallory.
‘‘Okay, okay, I’ll work on being more cooperative with the military and showing more grace. Please, just don’t kill me.’’ said a sobering Clint.
‘‘We’re not gonna kill you. You’re safe on that. But if you keep acting recklessly, someone else may try to, and you don’t want that.’’ uttered Major General Sira. ‘‘Well, good night, Secretary. Good luck.’’
‘‘Good…good night.’’ said Clint.
Clint rose his whole body on his mattress, only to see that the eight masked individuals were gone. He grabbed his green blanket and held onto it as tight as he could.
Meanwhile, Mallory, Sira, Aires, and the rest of the leaders ran out of Clint’s house. A secret service agent near the house saw the eight soldiers coming in his direction. The agent smirked at the eight soldiers. Major General Sira ran towards the esteemed agent and removed her face mask.
‘‘Thank you for this, Larry. We couldn’t have got in without you,’’
‘‘No problem. This is the most action I’ve seen since I was in the Force. Maybe that’ll cool the wanna be war hero down some,’’ said Larry.
‘‘I think our visit did the trick.’’ Major General Sira
Larry, Mallory, Aires, and the other military leaders nodded in agreement at Major General Sira.‘‘You’re all dismissed!’’ yelled Carson.
All the leaders slowly rose out of their seats and headed toward the exit doors. Carson smiled devilishly while watching all the generals and admirals, still dealing with jet lag from their flights, leave the room as quickly as possible.
Lieutenant James J. Mallory was fuming inside. He continued walking and thinking about what the Secretary of War said to him. Major General Raina Sira was walking behind Mallory and could feel his inner rage. She could emphasize while also feeling disgusted by the meeting she had endured.
A male general behind her stormed through numerous generals and admirals, headed towards the exit doors, and threw his military ribbons in the trash.
Mallory, Sira, and Aires were near the exit doors. Once they got out of the blue room, a weight had released itself from them, as well as the other leaders out in the bright hallway. Mallory kept walking until he reached an area where no one was around.
Major General Sira and Admiral Aires followed him to the area he was in. Mallory walked to and fro near a hard white wall.
‘‘Who does he think he’s messing with?!?’’ Mallory blurted out.
‘‘Stay calm, General,’’ said Admiral Aires while looking at Mallory’s name tag on his uniform. ‘‘General… Mallory.’’
‘‘What do you mean, stay calm?!? You heard how that little peacock spoke to us!’’ shouted Lieutenant General Mallory. ‘‘I can’t believe I had to fly three flights for this crap show! How did this come to be? A young YouTuber lectured us on how to be a soldier and command our troops. This is beyond offensive. It’s soul-piercing.’’
‘‘I’m with you. I was in Greece, chatting with Socrates in Athens, when I got the call to come here. I hope Socrates didn’t leave the area.’’ said Adrimal Aires.
‘‘I’m sure he’s still there, waiting for you with open arms.’’ Major General Sira walked up to the two men.
Both Mallory and Aires chuckled. Sira joined in on the chuckling.
‘‘Well, getting chewed out by Secretary no-combat Clint was not on my list for today,’’ added Major General Sira.
‘‘It wasn’t on my list either. That guy is a psychopath,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘The whole damn admiration is nothing but psychopaths,’’ uttered Lieutenant General Mallory.
Both Sira and Aires nodded to Mallory’s words.
‘‘Yeah, but Clint is the worst. He could lead us into a war that we won’t be able to escape,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘Someone needs to teach that YouTube star a lesson before he gets a lot of people killed for no reason,’’ said Lieutenant General Mallory.
‘‘We could try to beat some sense into him,’’ said Admiral Aires.
‘‘Yeah, but he’s got an army of security around him. We would never get within ten feet of that lunatic.’’
‘‘I know someone who works in that world. From what I was told, most of Clint’s security can’t stand him. I’m gonna talk to them again and see if it’s possible to give Clint a visit.’’ said Major General Sira.
Both Mallory and Aires curiously stared at Sira while wondering if it was possible to do the unthinkable.
TWO DAYS LATER
It was 11:00 pm on a Sunday, which was 23:00 in military time.
The Secretary of War, Carson Clint, had fallen asleep in his room on his king-size bed. His room contained a large portrait of Charlie Kirk with black shades over his eyes above his bed.
Downstairs, his door slowly opened — eight individuals wearing all black, including their masks, glided inside Clint’s home. The individuals swiftly searched for Clint on the first floor, but didn’t find him there.
One of them pointed upstairs to the others. They nodded and proceeded to head upstairs with their eyes on high alert. They glided past Clint’s bathroom, which had a strong odor of urine. They were approaching Clint’s gym room, filled with what looked like a million dumbbells and a large treadmill.
One of the masked men looked at the room with admiration.
‘‘This ain’t a bad setup,’’ they thought before following the others ahead.
The person at the front of the group kept ice skating across the hard floor until they reached the last room on the right. They grabbed the door handle before slowly pushing the door enough to see inside the room. They scanned the room with both eyes before seeing Carson Clint asleep in his bedroom.
‘‘He’s in here.’’ they said silently.
One by one, they silently entered Clint’s room with their weapon of choice in their right hand. The eight circled Clint’s bed, ready to strike him. They nodded at each other while hearing Clint snoring in his sleep. The person who wanted to throw the first hit lifted their weapon in the air before releasing it on Clint.
The first hit quickly woke a baffled Clint up. The second hit from another person prompted him to get into a defensive stance with his hands over his head.
Afterwards, the rest of them joined in on striking Clint with their white pillows in their hands. Clint hollered hysterically while taking each hit the masked individuals threw at him.
One of them started to speak while enjoying striking Clint with their pillow. ‘‘Don’t…you…start…a….stupid…war!’’
The eight continue hitting Clint with their pillows until his crying made them stop. They listened to Clint cry like a kid who was spending time away from their parents for the first time in their life.
‘‘What…what do you all want from me?’’ Clint asked with a teary face.
‘‘To do the right thing, Secretary. We also want you to show the U.S military more respect,’’ said Major General Sira.
Her expressive eyes shone through her face mask.
‘‘We’re willing to work with you, Secretary, but not if you continue to antagonize us.’’ Adrimal Aires added.
‘‘Yeah, and for the love of God, start acting like you got some sense!’’ shouted Lieutenant General Mallory.
‘‘Okay, okay, I’ll work on being more cooperative with the military and showing more grace. Please, just don’t kill me.’’ said a sobering Clint.
‘‘We’re not gonna kill you. You’re safe on that. But if you keep acting recklessly, someone else may try to, and you don’t want that.’’ uttered Major General Sira. ‘‘Well, good night, Secretary. Good luck.’’
‘‘Good…good night.’’ shuttered Clint.
Clint rose his whole body on his mattress, only to see that the eight masked individuals were gone. He grabbed his green blanket and held onto it as tight as he could.
Meanwhile, Mallory, Sira, Aires, and the rest of the leaders ran out of Clint’s house. A Secret Service agent near the house with his black shades on saw the eight soldiers coming in his direction. The agent smirked at the eight soldiers. Major General Sira ran towards the esteemed agent and removed her face mask.
‘‘Thank you for this, Larry. We couldn’t have got in without you,’’
‘‘No problem. This is the most action I’ve seen since I was in the Force. Maybe that’ll cool the wanna be war hero down some,’’ said Larry.
‘‘I think our visit did the trick.’’ Major General Sira
Larry, Mallory, Aires, and the other military leaders nodded in agreement at Major General Sira.
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