Posted on 05/22/2002 3:40:55 AM PDT by glorygirl
There he was, Georgie, squinting into the great world yonder and protesting, once more, at the raw deal cowboys get these days.
Had he known terrorists would actually use planes as missiles on Sept. 11, Georgie said, he would have used all the powers invested in him by virtue of scraping through the US presidential polls, to stop those cutter-wielding madmen from claiming their quota of virgins.
A couple of hours later, Georgie’s aides were admiring his rants against Europeans and Latino ingrates, and UN fuddy-duddies who can’t seem to absorb his namesake’s lecture about some being more equal than others.
Oh well, that’s what you get, Georgie, for snubbing the Philippines. Forget those spoilsports. Here we’ll roll out the red carpet and tap-dance to a bebop version of the Star Spangled Banner.
You know carte blanche? That’s all the way, in cowboy lingo. Giddiyap. Go get them, boys. Kick ass. You got it.
In this country, terms of reference are interpreted into infinity. Borders are there for the taking. Our generals bat their lashes at US unmanned drones straying far from authorized paths, and nobody even asks why Abu Sayyaf rebels and their hostages are being sought in Zamboanga del Norte, when 6,000 Filipino troops and hundreds of US soldiers are still traipsing all over Basilan.
In this country, you need not worry about your boys getting dragged into prison. We tolerate mayhem in the name of freedom and democracy, even if it takes the form of mauling a cab driver, as your guys did in Cebu. We allow GIs in civilian clothes to stand guard outside bank doors, the better to protect their precious dollars from local robbers, or brandish rifles while on their R&R. Hey, our officials won’t even mind taking gals into GI barracks, when it’s too dangerous to venture out for, uh, kits.
In this country, too, top officials don’t mind when Federal Bureau of Investigation agents facilitate the payment of ransom in the hope of tracking the bad guys via devices planted into greenbacks. Instead of fulminating against Washington officials for leaking the story, our officials scold the local media and come up with entertaining lectures on the cultural nuances of ransom facilitation. Such masterful spins, Georgie, worthy of a citation from your boyo, Ari da fishy.
Perhaps you ought to meet with the Office of Strategic Influence, to figure out which magic buttons can suspend people’s IQs while the war against terrorism unfolds. Not good for morale, that scandal about Sept. 11 terrorist warnings being ignored, either willfully or through sheer incompetence.
Filipinos are very interested. After all, the first warning, way back in 1995, came from our cops. Being little pudgy brown fellas from the Third World pits, they were mocked into silence by the FBI, the CIA and every US agency that ever sought to make the world a safe place for Americans.
The grapevine says you’re pretty interested in Flips right now. Betcha that involves the efforts of some pesky Americans to resurrect curious lapses in the Oklahoma bombing investigation.
It’s not politic to rant at victims, and now they want to know why US officials hid evidence of that strange convergence of redneck rightwing lunatics, murderous Iraqis and German neo-Nazis. A couple of million worth of used guns and planes could probably persuade Filipino officials to hem and haw, and lie through their teeth, about that transcript of Abu Sayyaf co-founder Edwin Angeles’ interrogation — where the one-time government agent boasts about this neat brotherhood featuring Filipino descendants of Bluebeard, Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh and assorted white smugglers, and the masterminds of the original World Trade Center bombings.
Granting you’re sincere about getting to the root of all that global skedaddling, you may still need our underpaid, hopelessly low-tech cops, to mosey into those inner sanctums where money, power, and terror intersect. Though given the US’s history of covering its ass in Asia and Latin America and the Middle East, Papa Bush and pals will yank you out of that path faster than you can invoke the Alamo.
Never mind, dearie. You can always call in Celine, to provide a perfect soundtrack the next time America burns.
And maybe mixing it with prescription drugs as well.
I was wondering whether I had suffered a mini-stroke or something that affected the reading comprehension portion of my brain.
Has a very sixties' tone doesn't it?
A couple of million worth of used guns and planes could probably persuade Filipino officials to hem and haw, and lie through their teeth, about that transcript of Abu Sayyaf co-founder Edwin Angeles’ interrogation...
A credible point though, nonetheless.
This is true. Bubba was in charge back then.
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