Originally posted by Pellaken
the invasion on iraq
>>do it NOW!
THE SCENE: War Room, National Military Command Centre, The Pentagon.
President Bush, SecState Powell, SecDef Rumsfeld are sitting around in front of the Big Board with the Joint Chiefs, and a host of other apparatchiks rushing about. The place is a buzzing hive of energy; something is up.
"Very well, gentlemen," began the President "Even though we don't have our full forces deployed in the Middle East at the moment, the time has come to launch Operation F*ck Up Saddam."
"But sir, you said you'd give me a month to work up the new secret uberBattleships!" objected a rear admiral
"Silence minion!" the President screamed, pressing a red button in front of him labelled "Rear Admiral Johnson". The poor man suddenly fell screaming backwards into the burning pit that opened behind his chair.
"Now, as I was saying, the invasion begins now."
"But why, Mr President?" queried Colin Powell, a barely noticable tremulous edge to his voice
"Because some crazy little teenager up in the barbarian North said it has to be "done NOW!"
" 'NOW!', sir?"
"Yes, 'NOW!'. The capitalization is quite intentional. It is a little known loophole in the secret addendum to the Constitution that the only time the President's executive war making authority is over ridden is if a Canadian teenager demands it in upper case characters."
"Oh," muttered Don Rumsfeld. "Well, we can launch two Alpha strikes from our carriers in the region, and hit them with long range bombers from Diego Garcia and Whiteman Air Force Base. For gorund forces, we can send in the XVIIIth Corps quickly if you let us use the new teleporters-"
"No, we save the news about them until just before the Mid-Terms. That way Daschle won't be able to get the dazed look off his face in time...No teleporters yet. I have a ...better... plan."
"Yessir??" the audience chorused tentatively
"CINC NORAD, how soon can you retarget a missile?"
"About ten minutes, sir."
"Excellent," purred the President, stroking a white cat that had suddenly appeared on his lap "Then retarget five hundred missiles. We're gonna have us an early Fourth of July fireworks display!! Get Tony on the line, and ask if he wants to join in! Heck, I'm feeling magnanimous, ask Vlad, Ariel and Comrade Darkshade as well. We can make this a family affair!"
TEN MINUTES LATER
"Can you get me through onto Saddam's videophone, George?" Bush queried of his DCI
"Certainly sir. He never asked why you sent it to him as a mark of 'a genuine desire for reconciliation and peace'."
" IT's YOU!!! What want you, Yanqui imperialist dog. I am trying to ... wax my moustache!"
"How are you, gentlemen? I'd like you to look out your window, Saddamy of Gommorrah."
"How did you know that? You couldn't possibly see him from that angle!?"
>A third voice is heard to languidly exclaim<: "Who is it Saddam? The wax is drying out!"
"Shut up Yasser, and just concentrate on holding that position. Now, what am I supposed to be looking at, you American capitalist warthog?"
"Can ya see the incoming points of light."
[Hussein nods dumbly]
"You can guess what they are, but the real fun thing is working out what they spell."
In his last seconds on Earth before being atomized, Saddam, squinted at the missiles blazing towards him.
"A..L..L...Y...O...U...R...B...A..S..."
Saddam was always a slow reader, particularly with his nethers joined to the grasp of Yasser Arafat by litres of hot wax
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Boom. Bang. Boom.
The dulcet tones of We'll Meet Again begin to swell, and then there is the sound of a scuffle, a muffled mention of "we can't play that....fudgingg copyright...been done by bloody Kubrick", and of records being roughly changed.
A new song begins:
Political Science - Randy Newman
No one likes us-I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money-but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them
Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too
Boom goes London and boom Paree
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono
And there'll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now
(The credits for this sketch roll past rapidly. So rapidly, that it can only be discerned that all participants were played by Kevin Bacon, except for a cameo by Sal Mineo as the anonymous cat.)
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There. A short, hopefully vaguelly amusing Simon Darkshade story inspired by a Pellaken post. That's a first.