With a little help from my friends
While reading a Simon Jenkins column about Iraq and some new international initiative to help this hapless country, I was reminded of a very old cartoon I once saw.
First, we see what people used to call an Indian brave (before political correctness turned him into a Native American, a term both meaningless and mean-spirited.) The man is standing on some beach, staring out over the ocean, looking scrawny and somewhat listless, which, on the whole, is not terribly surprising.
Then, an honest to God flying saucer appears, with a little green fellow on board. (Though I’m sure, these days one shouldn’t use words like small or green. In PC terms the l.g.f. would be called a vertically challenged, environmentally correctly coloured, Native Universe Type person – or N.U.T. Or nutter.)
So, the green nutter person reassures the red, listless one that he and his spaceship have come in peace. The Indian brave answers:
“Oh no, not again.”
Which probably is how most Iraqis would feel if they heard of yet another group of foreigners offering their helpful services to Iraq.
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June 9th, 2008 at 07:49
To put it in such a way as a government educated fast-foody would understand: “You are the sh-t wo/man!” I stumbled upon your site and read the post about you and your cat etc. I love your whit and am pausing my perusal to say as much. I say pause because I read about 8ish post out of sheer joy. Continue the good work!
June 9th, 2008 at 10:28
Thank you. As most of my ex-girlfriends (and the current one) would be happy to tell you though: It’s actually kind of hard to stop me talking…
J.