Thursday, April 12, 2007

Weapons of Mass Deception


Why isn't this story, instead of the Imus flap, headline news???

http://www.toledoblade.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070412/NEWS03/304120012
Well, on second thought, this Christopher Paul character probably does take his orders from Rove as part of the administration's "Politics of Fear" covert program. Jee, I almost got suckered in there by BushCo again.

2 comments:

Mark said...

He's just more commited to enacting the will of God.

You can tell by the beard length.

Truth.

Mark said...

Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Sunday, November 7
First militant: “Do you suppose the American Marines will give us candy and toys once they’ve liberated the city?”

Second militant: “For the last time, that’s not funny, Raed. Now shut up and load your rifle.”



Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Monday, November 8
First militant: “Do you smell Old Spice, Farouk? Because I swear I smell Old Spice and cowboy boots. And Johnny Cash.”

Second militant: “If you don’t stop with the jokes, Raed, so help me I’ll shoot you my goddamn self, peace be upon you.”



Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Tuesday, November 9
First militant: “Listen to that rumble, Farouk. Do you suppose its P-Diddy and his posse come to help us ‘Rock the Vote’?”

Second militant: “If that last air strike hadn’t pinned me under this rubble, Raed, so help me God I’d be on sitting on your chest right now, bitchslapping you like the little woman you are.”


Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Wednesday, November 10
First militant: “You know, for paper tigers, these American infidels sure did pack enough ordnance, wouldn’t you say, Farouk?”

Second militant: “I cannot feel my legs.”


Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Thursday, November 11
First militant: “What’s that smell, Farouk? Do you smell it?—like deviled egg and Drakkar slathered over wet goat?”

Second militant:


Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Friday, November 12
First militant:  “Okay, let me put it this way, then. If I am the greatest warrior in all of Arabia, and you, Farouk, are but a simple-minded, flea-bitten kalb who likes to lay with men...say nothing.”
Second militant: 
First militant:  “Ha! I knew it.”

Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Saturday, November 13
First militant: “Why do you suppose Allah so hates the west, Farouk?  Is it the pork?  Because I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, and I’ve decided I don’t want to be the last man to die for a ham sandwich...”
Second militant:


Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Sunday, November 14
First rodent: “Any good..?”
Second rodent: “Feh.  Tastes like a bearded chick pea.”