My custom Maybach Exelero pulls up to the private club entrance, the twin-turbo V12 and 691 horsepower make a unique echo as they bounce off the century old brick and mortar. I see TBs Mercedes SLR McClaren being driven off by the valet. I step out and hand another valet my keys.

I see Gary pull up in his trademark yellow Maserati coupe. He steps out, and like the rest of us is wearing the customary black tie and tails.

"Long time no see Techster! How goes the universe?"

"It's holding together pretty well Gary, my man...you look marvelous. I see you put that last billion dollar buy out to bed last week - that was a sweet deal."

"Don't I know it! Who can resist when its a buyers market? Two engineering firms for the price of one. Even more personally gratifying was an important ancient coin collection I acquired today. But enough of that did you hear about Tom?"

"No, what's the latest?"

"He now owns most of Lockheed-Martin through a number of proxy holdings. I hear he also bought up a nice little slice of Australia to build a new rocket facility. Fire sale prices on some of the stuff down there."

"That sounds sweet. Tom is already inside, he can only have just beat us here by five minutes or so. We'll get the details from the horse's mouth."

The red carpet is thick and with each step into the CSCC (Conservative Star Chamber Club) one sinks into its luxury. The attendants stand at attention besides the 15 foot carved solid mahogany doors with the polished brass handles and open both up in unison as Gary and I walk towards the entrance.

"Good evening sirs!"

"Yes, isn't it?"

"Definitely."

Two blondes in little black dresses offer to take our coats. Simply gorgeous. You'd be harder pressed to find more attractive women at Elite, Ford or any of the top model agencies.

"Gentlemen your presence is requested at Mr. B's table."

"Thank you."

Two more women appear, amazingly just as beautiful as the two who took our jackets. They guide us up at least twenty floors in a private elevator which opens up out to a huge balcony with a view of the entire bay area. At a large table Tom sits, his laptop on the table."

"I'll be right with you guys, I'm just keying in a response to that jackass on the flame board."

Gary turns to me and laughs, "Which jackass? You'll have to be more specific."

I spot Larry J over at another table looking over the schematics of the latest Sikorsky he has acquired for his collection. Candles on the table flicker in the wind. The bay flickers as the evening sun flickers upon th waves rolling in. Simply magnificent.

"There. That does it. They were getting close to figuring out our secret. If we lose the appeal of everyman our cause is lost. Tech here has already done enough damage."

"Give me a break. I think I have been very restrained. Most of them haven't a clue as to the truth."

"Sure and every time you write a post about your lunch dates with Coulter you damage our working hero rep just a little bit more."

"None of them believe it."

"Can we really afford to take that chance? And your post about 'creating stock' - are you insane? Giving away those secrets to the riff-raff on the HZ?! Why don't you just tell them all of our billionaire secrets?"

"Okay. Point taken."

Gary and I sit down across from Tom. A waitress arrives with a selection of the most exquisite hors d'Å“uvre. I try the freshly imported Russian Black Sea caviar. Perfection. Delicious beyond words.

"We lost McFly and we're losing RobVG. I've written off McFly, but we may still keep Rob under our power. Any ideas?"

"I don't know. How about a folksy piece on astronomy with a homesy pacific-northwest slant?"

Tom looks up and out over the bay. The sunlight reflects of his glasses and I can tell inspiration is at work.

"I've got it. Ask him about his home made observatory. When he remembers that conservatives recall these details it should keep him from jumping ship."

I take another dab into the caviar and respond.

"I don't know if that will be enough. Should we use one of our fictitious liberal characters to go on a rampage against us, and make it easier to hate extremist liberals? Perhaps Z?"

"Brilliant. Do you want the honor or should I do it?"

"I defer to the master. And besides I overused Z when I made all those 'conservatives are racist' posts."

"No one suspected though. Even ER was duped beautifully into singing along."

"Yeah, but still...I'll pass."

Gary is finishing up a piece of fresh shrimp. "What about ET? We may have to do something about him. He blew EBs return and cover."

"A minor setback. We'll just have to be more careful. But enough of Zone talk. Let me tell you about the win I made with Lock-Mart. We just secured a $299 million dollar contract to produce the C-5M Super Galaxy."

"Congratulations!"

I watch as the sun dips beneath the horizon. A cool breeze flickers the candles on the table but does not extinguish them. The waitresses bustle and bring us the 1st course. The first stars and Venus are now appearing in the darkening skies and even though DC may be in the hands of the socialists, all will be well...

..with our power and wealth there can be no other alternative.

;-)