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Edited on Sat Dec-31-05 07:24 PM by realpolitik
I have a great MS to pitch to you!
'Incurious George Snorts Iraq' is the working title.
It's the story of a naughty little chimp who rises higher than a line of CIA cocaine will take him with a little help from his friends...
Asbestos Dick: A Nixon high-level towel boy who took time out from plumbing to run HallwayBurdon-- the little corporation that could. Specifically, it could return to profitability only if spoon fed billions in no-bid contracts and ditched the asbestos liability Dick took on when he bought Snappy-Dresser industries.
Karl Goebbels: The Pygmalion like Nixon rat-lover* who ditched college for a segretti-life of election fraud and who finds in Incurious George his soul mate/Eliza Doolittle.
Field-marshall Herr Rumsballs: A wacky word smith whose incessant quasi-socratic questioning and verbal gymnastics unfailingly help catapult Incurious George's major malapropagandizing.
Kenny, See-No-Evil Lie and Condo, the brown bombshell, whose face launched at least one supertanker. Their oily influence keeps things sliding in the house that Incurious George Sr built.
Ball-peen Tommy: The lovable semi literate exterminator whose crawl space antics inspire literary works by Hunter Thompson, Franz Kafka, and William Burrows.
With the help of Juicy Miltown's boys, a gang of merry spinsters and greased flack-pole sitters, whose gyrations guarantee hours of side splitting belly laughs as they frantically try to avoid a long visit to Leavenworth while milking the treasury like golden guernsey.
Mix in Drunken Neocon-men, Gay Escort Reporters, Falafel Loving Pundits, Talk Radio Junkies, Neo-con golf junkets, and a military adventure so improbable it could have only been dreamed up by Incurious George on a three week Blow and Scotch jag.
Fold in no-bid free market philosophy, and transcribe it from covert NSA wiretaps and you've got 'Incurious George Snorts Iraq!'
I am thinking of an abu ghraiphic novel format.
*Not the original verb.
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