ONLY THIS MORNING, We, the bureaucrats, were despoiling our breakfasts, letting gravy run down our billowing chins and onto our quivering bellies, when we were given pause in our perusal of the usual news offerings. We had just flicked over from the Wall St Journal to chriscrews.com, when the following, PERSPICACIOUS, lines of analysis caught our monocled peepers:
“After all, when the politics are reduced to this [and here, the author specified our entire PRESS AND MEDIA RELEASE of the 25th], what room is there to talk any more? How does one argue with a politics like that? How does one work with a politics like that? What the hell kind of politics is that? Whatever it is, this is what finally killed the occupation.”
Yes, oh poet of the revolution, WE KILLED THE OCCUPATION.
And VICTORY tastes GOOD (like TURKEY flesh, only more suppliant, more moist).
But to answer your queries,
How does one argue with a politics like that?
You POLITELY register your discontent at the central office. We take note, dismiss, notify you, file the entire correspondence under ‘q’ for ‘correspondence’, and bill you for processing.
How does one work with a politics like that?
Slowly, while your CHILDREN are co-opted into the relentless march of PROGRESS.
What the hell kind of politics is that?
Hell indeed, Sir, HELL indeed.