Sixteen days after The Decider of Baghdad did the old drop, snap, and wiggle, the government that W ordered from Geppetto’s EBay Workshop dropped another debacle. Can you believe this? I’m not going to tell you what happened this time, except that it’s worse that what they did to Saddam. It’s not for the squeamish. Or the sane, for that matter.
Well, that’s just the first game of today’s totalitarian double-header (bwahahaha! … sorry.) Shifting metaphors, in the center ring we have the evidently impending demise of Fidel Castro. What can we say about that? I’m indifferent, except that it’s too bad I can’t think of anything funny.
“Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.”
— Mel Brooks
Are we not furnishing our client states with enough guns and ammo, or what?
Beheading is the way death sentences are carried out in Chop-Chop Square in Riyadh by our ally, Saudi Arabia, within sight of anybody who wants to attend.