Posted by Exile on February 28, 2012
A shakespearean tragedy.
Somewhere in Damascus.
Enter the Foreign Minister….
FM (excited): Mr. Bashar, Sir. May the rivers of milk and honey flow from your ears.
Bashar: Thank you. And yours. What’s up?
FM(excited still.): We’ve received another communiqué from the UN Sir.
Bashar: I see. What does it say?
FM: They’re condemning us, oh mighty president, Sir.
Bashar (Stands up): Really? To what, exactly, are they condemning us?
FM (trembling): Er.. hang on, your eloquence, just having a quick read.. blah.. blah.. condemn.. blah.. murder of the innocents… blah… blah… Banki Moon..
Uhm.. They don’t say, Sir.
Bashar (Sits again.): Oh. Well. That’s annoying. Are they expecting an answer?
FM: I don’t think so, oh magnificent one.
Bashar: Hmmm… OK. Not to worry. How’s it going in Homs?
FM: Wonderful. We’ve slaughtered a shed load of ‘em today.
Bashar: Good. Carry on.
FM: Very well, your almightiness. What should I do with this communiqué?
Bashar: The same as you did with the last one.
FM: Ah, yes. The sanctions are working. No toilet paper….