Infinite MonkeysMr. Kos Moonbat: I wish to complain about this Terrorist what I was rooting for not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Mr. MSM: Oh yes, the, uh, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
Mr. Moonbat: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
MSM: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
Mr. Monbat: Look, matey, I know a dead Zarqawi when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
MSM: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable Terrorist, al-Zarqawi, idn'it, ay? Beautiful beard!
Mr. Moonbat: The beard don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
MSM: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Moonbat: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the body) 'Ello, Mister Zarqawi! I've got a lovely fresh-cut head for you if you show...
(MSM hits the cage)
MSM: There, he moved!
Mr. Moonbat: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the body!
MSM: I never!!
Mr. Moonbat: Yes, you did!
MSM: I never, never did anything...
Mr. Moonbat: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO TERRORIST!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Zarqawi out of the coffin and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
Mr. Moonbat: Now that's what I call a dead terrorist.
MSM: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
Mr. Moonbat: STUNNED?!?
MSM: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Terrorists stun easily, major.
Mr. Moonbat: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That terrorist is definitely deceased, and when I was cheering him on to victory not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged beheading.
MSM: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
Mr. Moonbat: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
MSM: The Zarqawi prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable terrorist id'nit, squire? Lovely beard!
Mr. Moonbat: 'This terrorist is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the coffin 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-TERRORIST!!
With apologies to myself.
The reaction to this is so weird--and revealing. On the Diane Rheems show on NPR this morning, one caller was actually crying because "we dropped a bomb on someone's head--we're terrorists."
Posted by: Monkey David at June 8, 2006 12:37 PM