March 18, 2003

By Michael Strickland

Ignorant Idiot Man

Due to my seeming inability to secure a full-time job commensurate with my experience in this tight job market, I feel like an ignorant idiot man. But if you believe Iraqi foreign minister Naji Sabri, President Bush is the real "ignorant idiot man." At least that's what Sabri called him today. "While we were building civilization here in Iraq," he added, "people in America were living like animals." That may be a somewhat accurate, if highly oversimplified, view of ancient history, but it certainly doesn't represent modern society. If anything, the reverse is true today. Modern America represents the best of what civilization can offer, and in some ways Iraqis are living like animals—at least in the sense that the vast majority are oppressed by a rabid alpha male.

At this late stage, we've heard everything from reasoned debates to suicidal bravado. But little now can be said to stop a preemptive attack by the U.S., unless Saddam Hussein gets on the phone and gives President Bush his best John Denver impression:

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside my door,
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
There's so many times I've let you down,
So many times I've played around,
I'll tell you now they don't mean a thing.

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh Bush, I hate to go....

Unfortunately, Saddam seems to be more a fan of Twisted Sister ("I Wanna Rock!") than John Denver. It seems pretty certain at this point that the only jet planes to visit Baghdad in the near future will likely be dropping off, not picking up.

 

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Michael Strickland ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Previously...

3/17: The Pirate Queen
3/16: To War or Not to War
3/15: So Long, Seau
3/14: Telemarketing Pays
3/13: Free, For Now
3/12: Chicken Little Gets Respect
3/11: Axis of Evil
3/10: Writing Kept Me From Writing
3/9: King Arthur
3/8: The Women are Smarter
3/7: Salt on Old Wounds
3/6: 3/3/03, 3:33 p.m.
3/5: Beer Day
3/4: Pulling the Trigger
3/3: Make 'Em Laugh
3/2: Whither Iraq?
3/1: Strickland Cellars
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