Shock & Awe / Iraqi Freedom: An anagrammatic analysis [rated R]
in reply to a message by Elizabeth
The Anagram Oracle reveals that these two expressions hide aspects of George Dubya's intellectual capacities, as well as of his onanistic inclinations:
"Operation Iraqi Freedom"
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Error! Idiot, me! IQ of an ape!
"Shock and Awe"
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A son whacked (i.e. Dubya Jr)
Wank, sod, ache
Chaos wanked
Shake own cad
Saw and choke
Chokes a wand
Choked a swan
Coda: He wanks
Shake own cad
Sack oen head
Hack one's wad
A wad's choken
My apologies if I have offended anyone.Take it as comic relief, which is far less offensive than watching Mesopotamia burn on CNN...
"Operation Iraqi Freedom"
=
Error! Idiot, me! IQ of an ape!
"Shock and Awe"
=
A son whacked (i.e. Dubya Jr)
Wank, sod, ache
Chaos wanked
Shake own cad
Saw and choke
Chokes a wand
Choked a swan
Coda: He wanks
Shake own cad
Sack oen head
Hack one's wad
A wad's choken
My apologies if I have offended anyone.Take it as comic relief, which is far less offensive than watching Mesopotamia burn on CNN...
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Have you read Rudyard Kipling's poem, Mesopotamia...?
That's pretty damn apt at the moment too, mostly the last three verses...
Mesopotamia (1917)
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?
They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?
Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide -
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To confirm and re-establish each career?
Their lives cannot repay us - their death could not undo -
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?
By the way, you may be reading/hearing that anti-war protests have died down now that war has started; this certainly isn't true in the UK. Where I live in Wales, 700-800 people (in a town of 12,000) marched through the town on Saturday...
That's pretty damn apt at the moment too, mostly the last three verses...
Mesopotamia (1917)
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?
They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?
Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide -
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To confirm and re-establish each career?
Their lives cannot repay us - their death could not undo -
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?
By the way, you may be reading/hearing that anti-war protests have died down now that war has started; this certainly isn't true in the UK. Where I live in Wales, 700-800 people (in a town of 12,000) marched through the town on Saturday...
Woa, what a poem! Thanks, McMintyAirFreshener!
Thanks for the poem, Merriment MNIMN.
Most apt! :)