I was in a hospital operating room strapping the president down to a metal table explaining to the audience watching from above what we were doing since the president had expressed a desire to become like the messiah.
First, I ordered a large syringe and then had my assistant go fetch from my personal drawers a flap of speed. Then I loaded the syringe, fixed the presidents arm and and began delivering the meth amphetamine into the presidents bloodstream slowly and waited for him to cough once before I pulled the needle back out.
As, he lay there we began to unstrap him. Orderlies then wheeled in a bicycle and leaned up against the wall beside a door. When the president sat up, I looked at him and said,
'OK, you may leave now. But, you may only leave riding the bicycle. And, as soon as you feel that you may want more. You may come back. But, you must still be riding the bicycle. You must never walk Barack. Your feet must never touch the ground. On the bicycle is the only way to ensure that this happens. And, if you do this then we may proceed with the second stage of MKULTRA. We will let you smoke the meth. And, then Lord may meet you in the cloud.'
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