James began salivating as he watched the coffee delivery boy arrive with the coffee and donuts. The meeting proceeded as usual but James wasn’t hearing anything once he caught a glimpse of the donuts.
“Obviously we’ll have to revamp the product line,” said Bob.
“Not to mention the marketing promos that are already in production,” groaned Sandra.
James was catatonic. All he could hear was “wonk, wonk, wonk, wonk, wonk.”
Everyone began to make their way to the coffee and donuts and James noticed that there was only ONE jelly donut. As Dan was about to put it on his plate, James sprung into action and leaped over a chair to tackle him. “Oh no you don’t,” he said as he grabbed the donut and started eating it. “To the victor go the spoils of wa...” he said as he spit out the food in his mouth. “This damn thing’s stale,” he said falling into his seat.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Monday, May 12, 2003
“What the fuck are these pansies doing outside MY building,” roared General Forzas looking out the window of his office. “Don’t they know it wasn’t my idea to go to war?” he exclaimed.
“Sir, I believe they think they can influence the government’s intention to wage war,” said his adjutant.
“I know what the fuck they think,” he raged. “But how do you convince them that the army is just a political tool?” “Ours is not to determine policy, but to enforce it,” he huffed feeling a tirade coming on.
His adjutant sat passively.
“You know, sometimes I just don’t get it,” he exclaimed. “Protest all you want, that’s what we fight for,” he said “but don’t protest the military because we don’t determine policy.”
“Sir I believe it’s supposed to send a message to the Capital regarding their political decisions,” said his adjutant matter-of-factly.
“Don’t get me started on those morons,” he exclaimed while pacing the floor. “Those halfwits would just assume the military covered the globe remaking it according to their twisted ideals.”
‘An instrument of foreign policy,’ he thought as he fumed. He thought of all the battles, both public and covert, that he’d waged for business interests in the name of “foreign policy” and he began to feel sick.
“I have to be honest, I’m glad the people are becoming more aware," he said profiling his reflection in the window, "Imagine the day we don't send men to their deaths needlessly,” he said as he exhaled forcefully.
“Sir, I believe they think they can influence the government’s intention to wage war,” said his adjutant.
“I know what the fuck they think,” he raged. “But how do you convince them that the army is just a political tool?” “Ours is not to determine policy, but to enforce it,” he huffed feeling a tirade coming on.
His adjutant sat passively.
“You know, sometimes I just don’t get it,” he exclaimed. “Protest all you want, that’s what we fight for,” he said “but don’t protest the military because we don’t determine policy.”
“Sir I believe it’s supposed to send a message to the Capital regarding their political decisions,” said his adjutant matter-of-factly.
“Don’t get me started on those morons,” he exclaimed while pacing the floor. “Those halfwits would just assume the military covered the globe remaking it according to their twisted ideals.”
‘An instrument of foreign policy,’ he thought as he fumed. He thought of all the battles, both public and covert, that he’d waged for business interests in the name of “foreign policy” and he began to feel sick.
“I have to be honest, I’m glad the people are becoming more aware," he said profiling his reflection in the window, "Imagine the day we don't send men to their deaths needlessly,” he said as he exhaled forcefully.
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