Spring 2009- The new president faces a crisis...
[[Man is talking to an unseen Mr. President, who is sitting behind a desk.]]
Man: Mr. President, the bloggers are restless
Mr. President: What are they a-twitter about now?
Man: It's the tubes sir. They're clogged. We put too much stuff on them.
Mr. President: How bad is it?
Man: The internet could be inoperative within days.
Man: We can't let a crucial resource go unshepherded.
Mr. President: Go on.
Man: I recommend you appoint a Secretary of the Internet. Someone to impose some orders on this mess.
Mr. President: Ordering bloggers around? Doesn't sound easy.
Man: No; it's like herding lolcats.
Mr. President: What?
Man: Nothing.
Mr. President: Do you have someone in mind for the post?
Man: I know just the guy.
Soon:
Phone: <<Ring>>
[[Man-with-hat looks away from his computer at the ringing phone]]
{{Alt-Text: The blueprints for the Department of the Internet offices call for Ceiling cat-themed sprinkler heads.}}