The French Fries of Freedom

The President likes his french fries. He also likes watching  things blow up. He's not so sure, though, he likes watching them blown up by a missile guided by three crows pecking at a screen. I mean, what's the use of having the biggest, most macho button in the world if when you press it someone hollers away all crows? But once he understands some of the response-reward principles, he turns into a big booster. You could do the same thing with babies, all pecking at pictures of him. Imprint 'em at birth.A noble dream. But in the missile flying toward the enemy target, one crow fights off the electric shock as he tries to remind the others of their proud heritage.