Sandbox Politics II
It�s been a while since they began liberating Iraq and I get the feeling that M/s Bush and Blair are getting just a little bit bored. Last I heard they were seen munching on some freshly made �Freedom Fries� and playing with their now famous deck of 55 cards. Bush kept complaining about how he kept missing a �royal flush� because the Ace of Spades was still missing.
Blair of course, was more interested in what the BBC had to say about his sudden increase in popularity back home in his Cool Britannia. There was also that really interesting episode of Question Time �Abu Dhabi� that they had reserved the whole evening to watch. They had a nice fire burning, Bush made no qualms about how he�d worked out this devious plan to make Well # 43 in the Nasiriyah region all his! Blair was still wondering whether the picture of his they�d shown with the last report on the BBC adequately hid his recent dental misadventures. Those things can seriously damage your popularity a certain Mr. Thatcher had once told him.
No matter, the show was starting; Blair was all excited to see his Gung-ho Defense Minister defend Cool Britannia all the way. Attaboy Hoony, just use words that are British enough to confuse the hell out of them! Sadly Geoff couldn�t somehow he was all tongue tied! One particularly bright young man had remarked about how he was �� a Palestinian who didn�t have a country�.something that dear old Hoony would never be able to understand� It worked because; Old Geoffrey really didn�t make head or tail of it. He kept mumbling something about a �road map to peace� but was mostly incoherent over all that clapping!
Bush was outraged! How dare those stupid sheiks, oil in their wells or not, treat his very special friend like this! He called in Donny, Colin and that frightful Ms. Rice (whose own dental misadventures were fast warming the hearts of Tony!).
�How can we get those idiots to see our side of the story, and only our side!� He needn�t have added the last bit; Donny was going to use one of those airwaves scrambling bombs of his anyway! Colin was busy giving a bunch of marines their last pep talk, fresh from his �Leadership Primer�, before he sent them off.
While Ms. Rice spent the better part of the afternoon explaining to George, how they would then be able to use the oil money from these new found enemies of theirs to finish off those Pesky French poodles. �How dare they not side with us, statue of Liberty or not!� �Aye, Aye� echoed Tony, �imagine the gall, calling the English Channel only �The Channel! Pesky French poodles!�
Then suddenly Dick walked in. �Guess what?!� he said. �I�ve got a new song that we will play from every French radio station from now on. �When you�re happy and you know it, bomb Paris!! �.When you�re happy and you know it, bomb Paris!..�
It�s been a while since they began liberating Iraq and I get the feeling that M/s Bush and Blair are getting just a little bit bored. Last I heard they were seen munching on some freshly made �Freedom Fries� and playing with their now famous deck of 55 cards. Bush kept complaining about how he kept missing a �royal flush� because the Ace of Spades was still missing.
Blair of course, was more interested in what the BBC had to say about his sudden increase in popularity back home in his Cool Britannia. There was also that really interesting episode of Question Time �Abu Dhabi� that they had reserved the whole evening to watch. They had a nice fire burning, Bush made no qualms about how he�d worked out this devious plan to make Well # 43 in the Nasiriyah region all his! Blair was still wondering whether the picture of his they�d shown with the last report on the BBC adequately hid his recent dental misadventures. Those things can seriously damage your popularity a certain Mr. Thatcher had once told him.
No matter, the show was starting; Blair was all excited to see his Gung-ho Defense Minister defend Cool Britannia all the way. Attaboy Hoony, just use words that are British enough to confuse the hell out of them! Sadly Geoff couldn�t somehow he was all tongue tied! One particularly bright young man had remarked about how he was �� a Palestinian who didn�t have a country�.something that dear old Hoony would never be able to understand� It worked because; Old Geoffrey really didn�t make head or tail of it. He kept mumbling something about a �road map to peace� but was mostly incoherent over all that clapping!
Bush was outraged! How dare those stupid sheiks, oil in their wells or not, treat his very special friend like this! He called in Donny, Colin and that frightful Ms. Rice (whose own dental misadventures were fast warming the hearts of Tony!).
�How can we get those idiots to see our side of the story, and only our side!� He needn�t have added the last bit; Donny was going to use one of those airwaves scrambling bombs of his anyway! Colin was busy giving a bunch of marines their last pep talk, fresh from his �Leadership Primer�, before he sent them off.
While Ms. Rice spent the better part of the afternoon explaining to George, how they would then be able to use the oil money from these new found enemies of theirs to finish off those Pesky French poodles. �How dare they not side with us, statue of Liberty or not!� �Aye, Aye� echoed Tony, �imagine the gall, calling the English Channel only �The Channel! Pesky French poodles!�
Then suddenly Dick walked in. �Guess what?!� he said. �I�ve got a new song that we will play from every French radio station from now on. �When you�re happy and you know it, bomb Paris!! �.When you�re happy and you know it, bomb Paris!..�
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