A garret in Berkeley, California. The walls are covered with posters featuring President Bush with a Hitler mustache, little Iraqi babies bleeding crude oil, Nader bumperstickers with savage Xs marked through them.

VI ZIMMERMAN, Democratic activist, sits feverishly typing at his computer, stopping to take drags on a clove cigarette.

Enter YURINA WASHINGTON, radical anarchist protestor, and probably a Lesbian from the looks of her. She dumps a bag of Kerry Edwards buttons onto the futon.

YURINA: Nobody wants these things anymore. Don’t know what we’re going to do.

ZIMMERMAN: I do.

YURINA: What you up to, V.I?

ZIMMERMAN: Kerry got killed this summer by all those guys questioning his military record. Time to turn the tables.

YURINA: (Peering at computer screen) What’s that?

ZIMMERMAN: Forgeries, babe. After these darlings hit the media, The Supreme Leader will be afraid to show his face in public!

YURINA: Bush’s national guard service? Oh, great! How about a letter from Bush to his Dad, thanking him for the cushy gig?

ZIMMERMAN: (With a withering look) Yurina, don’t you understand what we’re up against? Anything we put out that has anything to do with the President, will be attacked by the White House, their minions on the Internet, not to mention a national media that for some reason thinks it has to be even handed! Something like that would be seen through in a minute!

YURINA: Okay, okay. So what could you come up with that could possibly get by that kind of scrutiny?

ZIMMERMAN: Memos, comrade. Memos, private ones, written by Bush’s actual commanding officer at the time – conveniently dead, so he can’t contradict them. I’ve researched it intensely, so that the dates match up, and all the acronyms, abbreviations and military jargon will pass unquestioned. Do you know what the IAW AFM 35-13 is?

YURINA: Uh… no.

ZIMMERMAN: Flight review board. That would have ruled on Lt. Bush’s flight status after missing a physical. If I get one letter wrong, one hyphen, those jackals will tear me apart.

YURINA: Great! So, what is “his commanding officer” going to say? That Lt. Bush was seen Hoovering coke from the fuselage of a F-16?

ZIMMERMAN: F-102 Interceptor. You want to undermine a sitting president, you have to sweat the details. Which is why I’m not going to say anything outrageous… just subtle confirmations of stuff that’s already in the record. And nothing definite… just hints towards special treatment for Bush, pressure from unnamed sources above. As a forger and political saboteur, you can’t press too hard… your falsehoods have to fit seamlessly into what’s already known.

YURINA: I understand. So what are you going to do when you’re done? Post ‘em on the Internet? Send them to Drudge?

ZIMMERMAN: Jesus, Yurina, how’d you ever get to be cadre leader? Why would anybody believe another piece of crap on the internet? I’ve been working on this for months… through an incredibly complicated series of bribes and blackmail, I’ve got a series of people, many of them veterans of the TANG itself, ready to hand this off to CBS news and vouch for it afterwards. I’m going to play Dan Rather like a marionette.

YURINA: Wow. VI, I am much impressed. So… what’s next? You want me to go out and find an old typewriter, and some paper stock, both appropriate for the period?

ZIMMERMAN: Nah, why bother. The West Wing is on in a few minutes…

He pushes a button and a laser printer hums to life.

Fade to black.