http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8665-2004Jun26.html?referrer=email
Can’t hardly believe no one has pitted this yet.
Well, that certainly sounds promising, nascent democracy a-borning! Pick the pre-approved candidate of your choice! But it gets better, oh, yes, indeedy…
Whaddaya wanna bet that “national intelligence chief” has some police powers. Might even need some special emergency powers, to help weather the current crisis. Terrorists, terrorist sympathisizers, terrorist front organizations, terrorist dupes… Gotta collect 'em all! But we’re just getting warmed up…
Lets just suppose that you’re a power-hungry, unscrupulous lowlife, say, make up a name at random, say,…Ahmed Chalibbubby, something like that…which job would you most like to have?
Gee, no shit? You think maybe?
(Emphasis added in horror and dismay)
So these legal orders are binding upon a government that does not even exist! Who was that, some guy on TV, saying something like “Full soveriegnty means just that, full soveriegnty!” (Did he say “read my lips, full sovereignty!” Or maybe I’m just imaginating…)
OK, now I catch on! Its a shuck, isn’t it? July Fool’s day is coming up, and the Washington Post is making up this silly story, because…I mean, c’mon…who’s gonna believe anything so stupid.
How do you say “Good luck, fucknut!” in Arabic?
I’m not making this up, I swear! Click the link, you think I’m shitting you!
Which job did you say you wanted? Want to change your mind?
Can’t wait for that first e-mail! “Dir Illustrious Sir! I am greeting you! Rachmid Bagel Al-Shmiri I am, and I want to contacting you about big opportunity here in Baghdad…”
Ready yet? Good, 'cause here comes a beauty!
[Emphasis added while shaking head, wondering if anybody is really this retarded)
You remember those programs, right? The ones that, so far as we know, didn’t exist? OK, well, we’re gonna spend 37.5 million bucks to retrain people who didn’t work on the weapons programs that didn’t exist! Invisible Pink Unicorn herding, typewriter/accordion repair, God alone only knows.
Nope. I shit you not, if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’. That’s what is says. Ronco’s Poqueil Pocket Mobile Bio-Chemical Weapons Lab of Doom. OK, that part I made up, but still…
Splendid. Good we’ve got that settled. Now, who shall make those determinations. Volunteers? Nominations? Yes, Mr. Chalabi, I see you have a list of candidates! Jolly good, given this some thought, have you?
So, not everybody is barking mad. That’s a big relief.
Which political parties is the United States backing? Myself, I’d rather be national spokesman for the Man-Boy Love Association than the US candidate for office in Iraq. And the electoral commission should consider issuing regulations? When? Like, maybe, soon? Good plan, keep total chaos from descending into anarchy.
Jeebus fuck a shit souffle! What are these people smoking? Never let a Republican near a hookah full of hash, 'cause things can go to Hell in a hurry!
If he had nailed these 97 feces to the Mosque of Ali door, or maybe some mullahs forehead, that would be worse. Short of that…