Tuesday, 4 May, 2004

Emperor of Ice Cream I've hit one of those phases where just reading the news wears me out. And I flip over to iTunes when I'm done and get Dizzy Rascal to explain the world to me, or StrongBad to tell the tale of Trogdor (the burninator) one more time. Some things remain a needle in the back of my mind. I keep reading descriptions in the papers, of reporters - media people of one stripe or another - coming across one of the administration's players, a luminary such as a Rumsfeld, Rice, or a Wolfowitz. Liberal or conservative, republican or democrat they feel they have to convey over to their readers their earnest sense of awe at being in the presence of such imperial grandeur. Candle-powered apocolocyntosian yard walkers! If I had my d'ruthers Paul Wolfowitz would be in a carefully locked padded room wearing no doubt a jacobin hat set low on his head, decorated with Dollar Store ribbons of many colors, and a securely tied strait-jacket. Flinging spittle and foam across the room as he mutters clever put-downs and cackles to no one obvious: "Murat, we will never retreat from Moscow. Whether the days grow short or long, Never!" This as he pushes little plastic soldiers into place with his tongue. and watches the encroaching tide of encircling vinyl avatars with wild eyes. "I am your Emperor, your emperor of the new world order, emperor of the New American Century. The Emperor of Ice Cream." 11:46:24 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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