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Fools Part 3
ERIC:
Asking the House for 5
minutes “upon adjournment” to speak is a longstanding way by which members can
talk about whatever’s on their minds. Usually, no one is around to hear them.
Newt Gingrich discovered this period as a useful way to speak to the
C-SPAN-watching public, to the point that Tip O’Neill made the cameras pan an empty House chamber as Newt spoke. I have no idea
what Sheila wanted to speak about (it’ll be in the Congressional Record),
but the fact she did so is not extraordinary. Also, did you see in the Chronicle
that Wesley Clark said he is definitely a Democrat?
CHASE.
Lt. Untermeyer (USN), quit chasing after ghosts of ideas! OK, I love you, so I’ll keep trying: SJL got calls from me (via the media fire I targeted at her and the Chronicle). She asked for a few minutes to bring up the business of when her ass is going to get off the hot seat of public opinion. Hell’s bells, chaplain, I told you I ambushed her at the Palestinian art exhibition three weeks ago. I gave her all the major op-eds, the letter to the Thom Shanker of the New York Times. I put a hand-written note on the front of the paper, called her down in front of dozens of folks, and demanded that she act. Do you know what here only reply was? “What’s you timetable?” She then spent three weeks dodging Mrs. May, who tried to follow up for a meeting. Hmm…
All right, here it is: SJL is a sunk
ship. I don’t care that all kinds of
folks take five minutes of time (although I think you’re stretching a bit to
compare SJL to Gingrich); I don’t care that all kinds of folks suddenly leave
D.C. the first night they’re back from vacation; I don’t care that SJL has
pitched a tizzy before when she got dissed on flights. All I care about is that all these things
happened together within 12 hours of my attack on her base in
By the by, I’d been letting SJL get further and further into the time trap, because I wanted her to be guilty as Judas when I made my move. Yesterday morning I woke up after my daily four hours of sleep and I decided I’d waited long enough on her, and I’d had enough with the Crummy Chronicle, so I tied the same information rope (a hot press release) around both of ‘em and threw ‘em into the deep end of the political pool. Let’s see who drowns who, or whether they’re willing to go down together. The issue ain’t in question, my (best) man. I’ve made some more contacts, and the media piranhas wont wait long after I’ve drawn first blood from the people who desecrated our comrades. No mercy. Fuck ‘em.
As for Weasley Clark, dammit, chaplain!
Why must you be a doubting Thomas each and every time? Ain’t it possible
that the psyops I whipped out across
And by the by, did I read it in the Chronicle? Yep, every morning I take a sit and scan the scatology they call scoops. First thing, every morning. It’s the tae kwon do, Chase. It makes me regular and righteous! Quit quoting the Crappy Chronicle! It’s time for you to join my movement!
I know you’re a chaplain now, so I’m not going to be overmuch harsh for your inability to read the terrain ahead. Just leave it to me and the general, sir.
Captain May
PS: Same
request: Pick up the phone and call
someone high enough to know whether I’m whistling
Doesn't the man who did that much for love of his brothers and concern for his country deserve an answer, chaplain? Pro deo et patria.