2.15.02 @ 2:37PM
This week Enemy Central discovers a chicken in every plot.
We usually give them till about High Noon Friday to come out
with their hands up. Darn, but wouldn't you know that again they've
ignored our tearful pleas for peaceful resolution of our
differences. So round up the posse, fellas, and let's head 'em off
before they reach into the hills toward which they're headed.
Enemy Central's own Olympic judge, Thomas Spongberg, is ready to
buzz the Kremlin with U2's and B-52s and any missile we have left
over from the Clinton age of cowardice. No longer can the U.S. sit
idly by while our great friends to the North are treated like
Albanian skaters during the age of Enver Hoxha. To protect Canada
from further assault, occupation by U.S. special forces may be in
order.
In the interests of full disclosure, Enemy Central officially
declares it has paid scant attention to this year's snow games.
What do we know about a small faraway distant state like Utah,
other than that John Stockton and Karl Malone play there? Perhaps
we'd watch the coverage if the Olympics were finally to recognize
our favorite competition -- snowball throwing. The sport predates
even the ancient Greeks, archeologists tell us.
Judge Spongberg issued another complaint: against Philadelphia
76er fans who booed hometown antihero Kobe Bryant during last
Sunday's NBA All-Star game in Liberty Bell City. Some might argue
that it's a natural condition for captives to heap opprobrium on
the one who got away. Our own findings, however, suggest that
Russian and French fans in the stands made a deal to disrupt
proceedings. Just to be on the safe side, we've asked the U.N. to
send peacekeepers to next year's all-star game. U.S. special forces
may join them, if Canada permits them to leave.
As we head further South, Agent Robert C. Royce, Esq. hauls in
Atlanta editorialist extraordinaire Cynthia Tucker
for going gaga over Sen. John McCain. Royce liked
her more when she was calling for air-drops of pork-based Spam to
Muslim Afghan refugees. We ourselves like her most when she is
air-dropped into Jim Lehrer's "NewsHour," where she always finds a
way to inform Margaret Warner of something Ms. Warner appears to be
hearing for the first time.
Agent Ann Ellwood, a token female at Enemy Central whose hiring
cost several less-qualified male agents their jobs, has brought in
a stack of British and European newspapers and magazines to be used
as kindling for the Olympic flame. Their spewing against sainted
and selfless America is more than civilization should have to bear.
Hear, hear. Subpoenas will go out to Messrs. Daschle and Gore, who
apparently drew on these periodicals to formulate their attacks on
unimpeachable Bush policies.
Tom Daschle's case remains something of a
mystery, though. It took him a good few weeks before he went public
to attack Bush for calling the axis of evil an axis of evil. It's
not clear who's at fault: the White House, or the Senate majority
leader's own people, for failing to provide Daschle with a readable
translation of the president's State of the Union address.
In the busy world of journalism, Michael
Kinsley's announcement that he's retiring as editor of
Slate.com elicited many tributes to Kinsley and his many good
works. But then Salon.com's David Talbot came
along, and he criticized Kinsley and his Slatesters in these words:
"They have not excelled as reporters. I don't think they've broken
any stories that I can remember." But what about the story that
Kinsley was retiring? Anyway, last we checked it wasn't Salon.com
that broke it. (Of course our checking was less thorough than it
might have been if Salon.com didn't now charge Enron fees to access
its x-minded pages.)
Now thanks to a guest lecturer at Brown University it's possible
that all copies of Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" will go the way of
this week's haul of British and European journals. If as the
lecturer said our president is Caesar, is the lecturer suggesting
that he himself is Brutus? And were those 19 terrorists of
September 11 really as "brave" as he said they were? It's more
likely he doesn't even know the meaning of the word. He owned a
team that calls itself "The Braves," yet every year come playoff
time it turns into chickens. By popular acclaim, Ted
Turner is this week's EOW, not for what he said, but
because he proved too chicken to stand by own remarks. If Ted
Turner is no longer brave, then we know Jane Fonda will have
won.
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topics:
John McCain, Russia