threatened?
About six months ago....
One night while John Roberts was enjoying the Christmas holidays with his family...the phone rings in his personal study.
Raising an eyebrow, John wonders who is calling him during this festive occasion. Only about three people have this phone number.
He gets up from the couch and goes to answer it.
"Hello?" he answers.
The man on the other end of the phone says, "Mr. Roberts, this is Guido, and I am telling you to decide Obama Care is constitutional."
"Wha..what? Who is this? You can't threaten me. How the hell did you get this phone number?" Roberts demands.
"It's not important how I got it. The important thing is that you make sure Obama Care survives the court intact," the voice replied.
"I will rule as I see it. " Roberts vows.
"No you won't...you will do what I ask," the calm voice on the other end replies.
"Who the hell are you?" Roberts demands, again.
"It doesn't matter," comes from the firm but calm voice .
"You can't threaten me." Roberts retorts.
"I am not threatening you...I am promising you. Do you remember the 'unexplained' seizures you had about five years ago." the caller asked.
"Yeah" said Roberts.
"Well, I can explain them." the caller said with conviction
<click>
and the line went dead.
Mr. John Roberts, Supreme Court Justice, goes back to his family.
His wife, seeing something is wrong by his ashen face, asks, "Who what that, honey?
"Uh, er....nobody. Wrong number." Roberts says as he slumps into his recliner.
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