Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
He set his frothy Bartlesmann-Yahoo-Avaya Ale down on the porous, moisture-absorbing coaster. It was a free gift when he signed his 4 year lease on his new Microsoft-Picotium 7.14 THz HoMedia Center. It had a shimmering lenticular logo, bearing the flaming crest of it's corporate parent, that played a little jingle every time he rested his drink on it.
He jutted his finger out in front of him, making mock sign-language Zs with his index finger. The light-screen that was projected in the middle of his cluttered living room jerked as he changed channels. He was trying to adjust the screen closer to himself, so as not to strain his eyes trying to watch his favorite Improvisational Reality-Docu-Drama "Allah's Playground."
He, like 389 million other dedicated viewers, was fascinated by the exploits of Sidhartha, a Turkish-Hebrew netJournalist whose earth-shattering and grandiose news assignments are only surpassed by her all-too-well known affairs with some of the world's wealthiest bachelors. Her half-brother, Hasaan, a Palestinian Moslem-extremist, is constantly trying to trump his do-gooder sister by creating civil disturbances to disrupt her scoops.
He always liked the show because the actor who plays Hasaan, Richard al-Jihad, was an actor he had seen since childhood. al-Jihad was the man who used to play an infamous dictator, bin Laden, in the propaganda of the Old Imperialist America. He was out a job when
Quite possibly the greatest single phrase transmitted to me via email, I rec'ved this morning:
"i hate wizards."
I invited you
what has happened? is happening? will happen?
marred by pomp and happenstance
enduring the witless numbskullery of pretend superiors
I give them the finger, and kick their yapping big-lipped yes-men as I exit