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Hell
and High Water
for release 12-29-04
It was a beautiful crystal blue morning, when out of nowhere terror struck.
Thousands were killed and whole buildings were demolished. No, I'm not
talking about 9/11, I'm talking about Christmas in Sri Lanka. The ultimate
terrorist, Mutha Naycha, has struck again.
The 9.0 magnitude earthquake in the Indian Ocean sent a twenty foot tsunami,
more deadly than a hijacked 757 loaded with jet fuel, to attack a ring
of targets from India to Thailand to the African coast. It was an obvious
security failure. Western tourists were swept off beaches in Thailand
and washed out to sea. The entire island of Sumatra was moved 100 feet
to the Southwest. It was a terror attack.
Since we have no qualms about declaring war these days, we should declare
war on Mutha Naycha. Some would argue that the Repubs have already done
that, with sell outs to the oil and timber and chemical industries. But
that's just war on the environment, an old story.
What we need is a war on Mutha Naycha herself. She is the evil fanatic
behind all of our suffering. Let's get her. Wanted dead or alive.
Consider the 2004 Hurricane Season in Florida.
Bonnie, a tropical storm, brushed through the Panhandle. Then the four-hurricane
procession started. Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne. These one-eyed
minions of Mutha Naycha wreaked havoc on the lives of millions of our
citizens and cost billions in property damage. They were terror attacks.
We need to declare another war.
The United States is the greatest military power in the world. We shouldn't
cower in the face of this threat. When a tropical storm gathers itself
in a low-pressure area in the Atlantic off the coast of Africa, we should
take preemptive action and drop a small tactical nuke just to break the
rotation of this weapon of mass destruction that is aimed at Miami.
Sure, the drift of fallout would blister the African continent, but those
that die would probably have AIDS. This sounds like a neo-con win/win
situation.
Then just imagine the battle of Mt. St. Helens. Nothing but a smoking
nuclear crater is left after the shock and awe attack from a US submarine
in Puget Sound. Halliburton gets the contract to rebuild Seattle.
Let's don't forget the possibilities of weapons systems to be designed
by Lockheed-Martin that will sense and destroy tornadoes. This is a delightful
little war, the best of all possible wars. It could go on forever.
Hailstorms? That's just light work for the local first responders. A refitted
bunker buster should work just fine.
Earthquakes are another matter. They would probably require an international
coalition and the cooperation of the United Nations. We could place sanctions
on the tectonic plates. But if our intelligence tells us that the Mutha
is in the mood to smite, and that the Richter buzz is at level orange,
then we should not hesitate to strike at the tremors in Tokyo or Mexico
City. Forget the collateral damage. This is a war to secure freedom from
fear and danger and calamity. Sunny days for all.
Oh yes, the asteroid threat. This will require further security measures.
You will have to be vetted at airports to assure that you are not an asteroid.
All of your financial records will be subject to review in order to determine
if you are contributing to charities that fund asteroids. We can't be
too careful. It's wartime, after all.
The Poet's Eye sees that if the current government has any political capital,
it would best be spent in the production of disaster movies, because fear
is where the votes are. And the money.
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