Will Durst is an actor, comic, writer and radio talk-show host who thinks George Bush determining proper international conduct is scarier than a Rudy-Giuliani-in-drag compilation tape.
Writing on truth.comdig, perhaps with something of a tongue-in-cheek, he asks a pertinent question about what he dubs the nuclear two-step:
"This might be a good time to try and explain George Bush’s Mideast nuclear policy, which to the untrained eye must seem trickier than doing calculus on a solar-powered calculator in the front seat of a high-speed roller coaster while wearing gloves, at night. As leader of the free world, he’s taken a monumental task upon himself to divide the world into two distinct and separate groups: those countries sober and sensible enough to handle the whole nuclear thing in the mature manner of a good democratic nation like the United States, and all those other fourth-rate, scorpion-infested hellholes that still allow barnyard animals to board airplanes.
And what of the borderline calls? You know, countries with a couple of low-rent, knockoff fast-food franchises whose streetcars still allow live chickens in the overhead compartment? Easy. The nations we like can have nuclear weapons. And the ones we don’t like—can’t. It’s that simple. And don’t give us any lip either. Or we’ll talk to some buddies of Warren Buffett and get your Burger Imam licenses revoked.
Being the sole member of the “We Made a Big Badda Boom” club burdens us with the authority to write the admissions policy for all guild applicants. Not a pretty job, but someone has to do it. And the more like us you are, the more likely we’ll let you have what you want. As long as what you want is what we want you to want. The less like us you are, the more likely your topographical features are of becoming a vast expanse of smooth, green glass."
Writing on truth.comdig, perhaps with something of a tongue-in-cheek, he asks a pertinent question about what he dubs the nuclear two-step:
"This might be a good time to try and explain George Bush’s Mideast nuclear policy, which to the untrained eye must seem trickier than doing calculus on a solar-powered calculator in the front seat of a high-speed roller coaster while wearing gloves, at night. As leader of the free world, he’s taken a monumental task upon himself to divide the world into two distinct and separate groups: those countries sober and sensible enough to handle the whole nuclear thing in the mature manner of a good democratic nation like the United States, and all those other fourth-rate, scorpion-infested hellholes that still allow barnyard animals to board airplanes.
And what of the borderline calls? You know, countries with a couple of low-rent, knockoff fast-food franchises whose streetcars still allow live chickens in the overhead compartment? Easy. The nations we like can have nuclear weapons. And the ones we don’t like—can’t. It’s that simple. And don’t give us any lip either. Or we’ll talk to some buddies of Warren Buffett and get your Burger Imam licenses revoked.
Being the sole member of the “We Made a Big Badda Boom” club burdens us with the authority to write the admissions policy for all guild applicants. Not a pretty job, but someone has to do it. And the more like us you are, the more likely we’ll let you have what you want. As long as what you want is what we want you to want. The less like us you are, the more likely your topographical features are of becoming a vast expanse of smooth, green glass."
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