George V. Reilly

Iraqi Dead Parrot

Iraqi Dead Parrot

(Originally posted to Iraq at EraBlog on Wed, 23 Jul 2003 06:25:56 GMT)

[Found in my email. Original author unknown.]

THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (‘AP’, played by John Cleese) walks down the street carrying THE IRAQI INVASION (played by an empty parrot cage). He walks into THE WHITE HOUSE (played by a cheesy storefront) and addresses COLIN POWELL (‘CP’, played by Michael Palin).

AP: Excuse me… boy!

CP: (turns around and stands up) What d’you mean, ‘boy?’

AP: I’m sorry; I have contact lenses. At any rate, I wish to register a complaint!

CP: Sorry, squire, I can’t talk to you now. It’s Code Orange! (he hastily starts to put up a sign)

AP: Never mind that now, my fine fellow. I wish to register a complain about this military action, which you sold me just a couple of months ago.

CP: Oh yes, the Iraqi invasion. Lovely little war, that was. What… uh, what seems to be wrong with it?

AP: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it. It’s empty, that’s what’s wrong with it.

CP: Oh, no, no, no. It’s not empty at all. It’s served its purpose, it has. Freed the oppressed people of Iraq, fed the homeless, brought ever­last­ing fame and glory to our bulging leader.

AP: But when I purchased this dreary little police action from you, you assured me that the whole and entire purpose was to disarm Saddam Hussein and take away, quote, his vast stockpiles of ready-to-use weapons of mass de­struc­tion, end quote.

CP: Oh, there’s some mistake. We went in to liberate the poor oppressed people of…

AP: Listen, mate. I took the liberty of recording your voice when you sold me that thing, and here’s what it says. (produces tape recorder)

Tape: (CP’s voice): "We know just where they are. We know just what they’ve got. They’re buried in these bunkers right here, which our sur­veil­lance satellites have pho­tographed not more than twenty minutes ago. They could not possibly be used for any purpose other than the storage of hideous, slime-dripping nuclear anthrax chemical weapons of mass de­struc­tion. Say, are you recording me?"

AP: Right. And when we "liberated" those poor bastards, the bunker was found to contain little more than a twenty-year collection of Penthouse and Hustler magazines, plus a dozen lava lamps and a mini-bar.

CP: Well…

AP: Well?

CP: Well, of course they’d cleaned it out before they left. Sold it all to their chums in the Taliban, they did.

AP: I happen to know that their ‘chums,’ as you so colorfully put it, hate their guts and have referred to them repeatedly as "scabrous lackeys of the in­ter­na­tion­al­ist secular state," end quotation.

CP: Well, they have to say that, don’t they? I mean, it’s all part of the grand scheme. Lovely little war, wa’nit? Liberated all them poor…

AP: Stoppit! All you’ve done is make their lives worse than before. That’s why they keep killing our soldiers.

CP: Oh no, squire. They’re grateful. That’s why they pulled down that statue.

AP: I’ve seen the footage of the event, and the only Iraqis in the picture appear to have had their feet nailed there.

CP: Well, of course they were nailed there. If we hadn’t nailed them, they’d’ve been crushed by the falling statue, wouldn’t they? It was for their own safety. That’s why we liberated the…

AP: Shut up. Did you or did you not allege on several different occasions that we had found the weapons of mass de­struc­tion and that therefore the entire ill-advised escapade was a rousing success?

CP: What, them trailers? Well, of course they was weapons of mass de­struc­tion. They could’ve used them for germs, or chemicals, or…

AP: In fact, they were used for hydrogen, and precious little of that. They didn’t even have walls, for pity’s sake.

CP: Well, hydrogen’s pretty dangerous, isn’t it, Squire? It could power tanks or jets or… and what about that Hin­den­ber­ry thing? Let’s see you stand in a room full of liquid hydrogen with nothing but a ripe boy­sen­ber­ry to defend yourself with, and you’ll soon see mass de­struc­tive. Wouldn’t want to be in your shoes then! And anyway, we liberated the…

AP: Liberation don’t enter into it, mate. It was a bleeding sham.

CP: No, it was liberation!

AP: Sham, sham, sham! And you didn’t find any weapons of mass de­struc­tion!

CP: Well, of course we didn’t, Squire. They was… they was looted.

AP: Looted? LOOTED?

CP: Yeah. When our boys was busy not looking at the museum, they looted all them weapons out from under their noses. And anyway, we liberated…

AP: You’re saying that starving peasants with no resources of their own simply looted vast stores of nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons? With What??

CP: They carried them off on their bicycles.

AP: But a missile weighs several tons, and a bicycle can only carry, at most, a couple of hundred pounds.

CP: They used two bicycles, with a bungee cord between ‘em. They’re a nasty lot, Squire. Not like the ones that sang songs to us when we liberated…

AP: Will you shut up? Since when is it liberation to leave a people destitute, without food, water, elec­tric­i­ty, or law en­force­ment?

CP: Those things was all shackles on them. We freed ‘em, I tell you! They’re grateful to us. They’re singin’ songs…

AP: Those aren’t songs, you par­si­mo­nious pre­var­i­ca­tor, they’re protesting in the streets, and shooting at our soldiers.

CP: They’re just exuberant. Like to fire off their guns a lot, now they’re free and all. They don’t mean nuffin’ by it. They’re just so happy to be liberated, with Hussein gone. You mark my words; he was the real weapon of mass de­struc­tion his own self, why, he…

AP: That’s another thing. You didn’t even get him, did you?

CP: Well…

AP: You don’t even know where he is, do you?

CP: We got a tip…

AP: You’ve been blowing up caravans and bombing cities and striking about blindly, because your yahoo cowboy boss refused to listen to any in­tel­li­gence that con­tra­dict­ed his beliefs. Which, when you come down to it, precluded the use of any in­tel­li­gence whatsoever.

CP: I see. Quite. (pause) Well, then, we’d better replace it, hadn’t we?

AP: With what?

CP: Well, them Iranis are gettin’ pretty swaggery, ain’t they?

AP: I thought you were en­cour­ag­ing them to rise up against their religious leaders, now that they aren’t accepting any more cakes from your lot.

CP: Fair enough. How about something in a nice little Afghanistan?

AP: You’ve already done that one. Worse than Iraq, if I recall.

CP: How about… coming up to my place and re-electing my boss?

AP: Why in the world would I want to do that? Why wouldn’t I just vote for the Democrats and chase you idiots out of office, once for all?

AP: Oh, no, Squire! No, no, no, no! You wouldn’t want to do that, trust me on this one.

AP: And why not, if I may be so brash as to query?

CP: Well, they’re a bunch of psy­cho­path­ic liars, they are, always White­wa­terin’, ‘aving sex in the Oval Office, taking’ expensive haircuts on Air Force One, trashing the White House, murderin’ poor ol’ Vince Foster, and claiming they invented the Internet.

AP: Point taken! Well, then, I’ll have a North Korea to go, please.

CP: You won’t regret it, Squire! I’ll just wrap it up. (tears an American flag off of a roll and clumsily wraps up the same cage the AP carried in.) Come again!

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