I have a theory about the location of Saddumb's weapons of mass destruction.
Maybe Aslan snuck in through a magical doorway, up through a rathole, and into the Iraqi deserts. From there, he stole all the poor megalomaniacal dictator's WMDs and spirited them off to Narnia. Now he's wreaking havoc on the Calormenes and the upstart giants to the north. Anthrax deliveries have stymied their postal systems. Mustard gas flows through the streets of Underland. Fauns prance gleefully over the killing fields. Badgers and dwarves dutifully launch S.C.U.D. missles tipped with nook-yuh-luhr warheads into hamlets and townships. His new scorched-earth policy is a rousing success.
He's tired of being a nice kitty. And he sure as heck ain't a tame one.
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