Like most problems, it was mostly the "Washington-think" getting in the way.

We are sitting on an incredible amount of fuel, enough to probably last us centuries. It's been the government laws, rules, and regulations which has been keeping it from being used.

As well, our friends overseas could be using it to improve their own situations - like Natural Gas to those who have been stuck under the Russian Oil Giant as a monopoly.

Nothing like spreading freedom around, like freedom of choice.

I found out from my predecessor that the deal with memorandums is "prosecutorial discretion" (like he refused to defend certain laws, and recommended other ones about illegal immigrants be put on hold.)

So I put out a memorandum that we weren't going to prosecute companies that shipped crude oil, natural gas, and even refined products overseas. And another memorandum said that we weren't going to enforce prices or limits as "supports" for that market.

We were going to be getting our taxes, though - and this made revenues jump, as well as dictators on the other end.

Along with shutting down all banking to any person or company or government operating out of a terrorist-based country (which included Russia, interestingly) - this then pretty much put an end to the Second Cold War.

The other prong which helped create the Global Peace Breakout, was putting our troops out to protect our Ag teaching groups. It seems the real problem all these terrorist countries had is that they destroyed their farming long ago, by destroying the land. So we quickly had to rebuild the soil on their continents - but until it was safe enough, we sent in troops to protect the trainers we sent out there.

And our Navy was busy protecting the trade lanes so shipping was safe. Turned out nations loved having their ports kept open for trade. (As well as sailors with those high-priced dollars in their local shops.)

Oh, and North Korea got no handouts anymore. Period. We tied these humanitarian aid to countries which didn't support terrorism, but did support free trade. That's another story, but part of the Global Peace Breakout. (Meanwhile, as part of our support for friendlies in these terror-ridden areas, we bombed the living hell out of any oil refineries and anything terrorists could make money from - and leaned on the social media to tamp down hate-speech - which of course included terrorists.)

We were busy for quite awhile, just putting out the various brush-fires that had started up. Clean-up was a b*tch.

But what made this easier was not having to go around the country giving speeches to push some odd-ball agenda down everyone's throats. I was visiting the states in the order they joined the Union, and was busy pushing that state's tourism (especially rural areas) when I wasn't busy being pro-freedom to our foreign interests.

"Jim and ghost huck finn" by Edward Winsor Kemble

Some comments by Mark Twain through the eyes of his character “Pap Finn,” the father of Huckleberry Finn.

Note: while this contains the correct dialect of this era, some of the terms may not sit well with our more “enlightened” age. In fact, this is from one of the most banned books of all time, while pointedly anti-racial. If you have eyes which are overly sensitive to patois, please avert them.

 "Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what it's like. Here's the law a-standing ready to take a man's son away from him—a man's own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the anxiety and all the expense of raising. Yes, just as that man has got that son raised at last, and ready to go to work and begin to do suthin' for HIM and give him a rest, the law up and goes for him. And they call THAT govment! That ain't all, nuther. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and helps him to keep me out o' my property. Here's what the law does: The law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and up'ards, and jams him into an old trap of a cabin like this, and lets him go round in clothes that ain't fitten for a hog. They call that govment! A man can't get his rights in a govment like this. Sometimes I've a mighty notion to just leave the country for good and all. Yes, and I TOLD 'em so; I told old Thatcher so to his face. Lots of 'em heard me, and can tell what I said. Says I, for two cents I'd leave the blamed country and never come a-near it agin. Them's the very words. I says look at my hat—if you call it a hat—but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down till it's below my chin, and then it ain't rightly a hat at all, but more like my head was shoved up through a jint o' stove-pipe. Look at it, says I— such a hat for me to wear—one of the wealthiest men in this town if I could git my rights.

 "Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio—a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there ain't a man in that town that's got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver- headed cane—the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you think? They said he was a p'fessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that ain't the wust. They said he could VOTE when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was 'lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warn't too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a State in this country where they'd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says I'll never vote agin. Them's the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me —I'll never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that nigger—why, he wouldn't a give me the road if I hadn't shoved him out o' the way. I says to the people, why ain't this nigger put up at auction and sold?—that's what I want to know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he couldn't be sold till he'd been in the State six months, and he hadn't been there that long yet. There, now—that's a specimen. They call that a govment that can't sell a free nigger till he's been in the State six months. Here's a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yet's got to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a hold of a prowling, thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and—"

 Pap was agoing on so he never noticed where his old limber legs was taking him to, so he went head over heels over the tub of salt pork and barked both shins, and the rest of his speech was all the hottest kind of language—mostly hove at the nigger and the govment, though he give the tub some, too, all along, here and there. He hopped around the cabin considerable, first on one leg and then on the other, holding first one shin and then the other one, and at last he let out with his left foot all of a sudden and fetched the tub a rattling kick. But it warn't good judgment, because that was the boot that had a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end of it; so now he raised a howl that fairly made a body's hair raise, and down he went in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussing he done then laid over anything he had ever done previous. He said so his own self afterwards. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon that was sort of piling it on, maybe.

From the book “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” - available at most booksellers and Gutenberg.org.

We found a solution to "autonomous" government agencies - not polite, but effective.

(Photo: Jess Johnson)

Short answer: make them always have pairs.

It's not that graphic in reality - but we added another member to any that had an odd set, then set out a memo that they have to be diverse in their postings, meaning that all major parties had to be represented equally, and rotate the chairmanship annually.

This essentially meant that they had to get along in order to pass anything at all.

None of this FCC nonsense where they could steamroll a secret set of laws into place over the protests of just about everyone else.

Right away, they had to have 3 Republicans and 3 Democrats. Or 2 Republicans, 2 Democrats, 1 Libertarian, and 1 Constitution party members.

Nice gridlock, don't you think?

"Government seems to do best when it does nothing of consequence."