11.03.2004

Fun for foodies!

Now that Regime Change in America has failed, it's time for the fun to begin. I know you're thinking that only Republicans and their labotomized brethren are enjoying themselves right now--and you're right. But O Ye Bitter Partisans, relish the rich meal that is coming: a four (or more) course meal of richest scandal.

1. Soup. Yellowcake: You thought the pilot was good. Well, this season's episodes promise to be better. Coming soon: the continuing investigation into the Plame Affair (sorry, no sex), with the dogs sniffing at Cheney and Feith's doors for leaking to douchebag Novak that Joseph Wilson's wife was a CIA operative.

2. Appetizer. Just around the corner are revelations about the forged Niger documents. Remember those? Saddam? Niger uranium? Sixteen words? Who forged the documents and why? And who's that crazy Italian dude who keeps cropping up (see Talking Points Memo for details)?

3. Entree. From the bowels of Bruckheimer, it's Abu Ghraib II: Guantanamo. Now I'm pre-enraged that it happened at all, that we treated prisoners this way, even if some of them deserved it. But think how disheveled Our Beloved Leader will look after the tropical shitstorm hits. And now that OBL (Our Beloved Leader) has been elected (finally!), one wonders how he'll treat Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz and Feith. (Care to start a betting pool, anyone?)

4. Dessert. Report on the White House's use of prewar intelligence, witheld until after the election. A delicious variation on creme brulee. Tap the crust on top with your spoon to reach the creamy center.

So while you're fretting about the damage to the national interest, our interests abroad, the military, the environment, ethics, education, the justice system, and reality itself, remember to make reservations for this fine meal served for a short time only at The Second Term.

1 comment:

iratesavant said...

Whilst you have whetted my appetite, I fear that I shall nonetheless go hungry, for the owner, cooks, and waiters all belong to the Dark Side, raising doubt that I will even be seated, much less served the menu you describe.