Her: "Yes, I'm sort of a secret agent."
Him: "Well, if you keep telling people it's not much of a secret is it?"
Her: "Oh, you're right! I need to work on my stealth. Sorry."
Him: "Don't apologize to me - I'm not the one who Libbyed you!"
:Borsched Old-Tomato-mmm:
Jack Bauer has made contact with the subject. [stop]
He has tentative arrangements to meet in a major midwesterncity.[stop]
His cover will be a Greek waiter.[stop]
He will be going dark for a while but will surfacewhen it's safe.[stop]
In the meantime, mind your ownbusiness with regards to this subject. rc/zm/CTU[end]
Hey rc/zm/CTU: Don't get Libbyed! [stop]
And that my friends is why Old News is soooo interesting. You can go back and find all the reasons for the nincompoop stuff we all do in the course of our lives. This news item apparently is over twenty years in the making; from Scooter Libby's conception of his right-wing dirty novel to now!"Describing the book as an "...entry in the long and distinguished annals of the right-wing dirty novel..." the New Yorker reports that it took Libby more than 20 years to write the book, which takes place in a secluded Japanese province in the early 1900s.
""The narrative makes generous mention of lice, snot, drunkenness, bad breath, torture, urine, 'turds,' armpits, arm hair, neck hair, pubic hair, pus, boils, and blood (regular and menstrual)," reports the New Yorker.
"One passage goes, 'At length he walked around to the deer's head and, reaching into his pants, struggled for a moment and then pulled out his penis. He began to piss in the snow just in front of the deer's nostrils.'" At some point, a character asks "if they should f--- the deer.""
""Retells the New Yorker: "The answer, reader, is yes."" (David Dow, "Independence Day: The Drama of Bush and Libby," New York Times, July 4, 2007). [Ibid. / rightweb.irc-online.org~]
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