Sunday, December 31, 2006

War Diary


The children returned. Sat under the bed with me. Then we rearranged Abu-Ghraib pyramids in the South Forest. Oh, yes, Tony and Shelly, enjoy the so-called "Florida" beach while you can. You'll have a lot to clean up if you wish to regain some semblance of precious bourgeois propriety in your living room.

Then the obtrusive odor of Rumsfeld and his Familiar, the Zuni doll, as they wake at the foot of the stairs. The children, in their belted trenchcoats and intractable knee socks, watched me watch Rumsfeld and his Familiar prepare my food.

The two vast ex-Pentagon beasts were dilgent. They crushed my heart pill and mixed it with the contents of an arthritis capsule. They sandwiched my medicine between two robust dollops of IAMS Senior Formula Lamb and Rice. I pity Rumsfeld. No other job but the one he lost could have so much blood in it.


Blogger Kimo & Sabi said...

We wish you a furry happy, safe, healthy, flea-free, Temptations-filled New Year!

7:32 PM  
Anonymous JollyRoger said...

The Rummy gift of "Democracy" to Iraq will keep on giving, probably for at least twenty more years.

At the end of those twenty years, Afghanistan may look like a Paradise by comparison.

12:12 AM  

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