March 02, 2003
Make Way For The Superbrain
Ari Fleischer's reaction to recent developments suggest that the "powers behind the throne" may be trying to posit George W. Bush as possessing the intellectual faculties and the wisdom to not only single-handedly formulate policies for all the world's people, but to see into the future as well. A, kind of, Paul Muad'Dib for the 21st century, perhaps.
Fleischer on Friday informed the world that Iraq can now "only prevent war by both disarming and sending Saddam Hussein into exile." Despite this apparent contradiction of UN Resolution 1441, Fleischer maintained "both would be necessary conditions because disarmament was the United Nations' goal and changing Iraq's government was Bush's." One can only infer that the collective intellectual and empathic capacities of the world's six billion souls are as that of a mouse compared with those of The Superbrain.
Similarly, in reaction to Iraq's decision to destroy the ghastly missiles whose range exceeds the mandated limit by 20 miles, Fleischer cautioned that, "This is the deception The President predicted." If The Superbrain can in hindsight "predict" what many had assured as soon as the issue arose (viz., that the missiles would be destroyed), what mental midgets are we?
Here's hoping The Superbrain uses his newfound mind powers only for the good of humanity. He's certainly off to a rousing start...
Posted by Eddie Tews at March 2, 2003 07:16 PM
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"The Afro-American Ballad of the Black Berets"
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Back at home a young ‘ho waits, Her Black Beret has met his fate, 86-ed for a bad attitude, He’ll soon be stylin’ back in the hood.
Years pass by & they drop like flies, Jailed for crimes while some just die, Mens who live life day by day, The dusky niggers of the Black Beret.
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