Chapter 1- The Rage of George
Chapter 2- Rattling of Sabres
Chapter 3- Entreaties Rejected
Chapter 4- Osama Speaks
Chapter 5- The Underworld
Chapter 6- Fatherly Advice
Chapter 7- The Gods of War
Chapter 8- Juggernaut
Chapter 9- The Prisoners
Chapter 10- Interrogation
Chapter 11- George Dreams
Chapter 12- In the Clouds
Chapter 13- Déjeuner
Chapter 14- Secret Agent
Chapter 15- The Tyrant Flees
Chapter 16- Out of Order
Chapter 17- George Descends
Chapter 18- Master Kim
Chapter 19- Uncurious George
Chapter 20- Asana
Chapter 21- Doing the Patriot Act
Chapter 22- Immaculate Reception
Chapter 23- The Little Prince
Chapter 24- Mission Accomplished
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A formal note from Iraq arrives at the White House:
“Consider please this, our most sincere offer, in full settlement of our conflict:
For those who through reason would care to choose peace instead of
resorting to warfare,
With utmost respect and provision for feelings and mindful of past indiscretions,
We humbly request your most close attention to matters of mutual profit,
A chance to amend our poor past relations and build toward a more stable future.
We wish to arrange a small meeting in secret, only those present who matter,
To offer appropriate measures, fair payment, for some goods and services rendered,
Build peace between nations, once close friends, but engaged now in near-combat,
A moment to place swords in scabbards, step back, stand down our gathering armies,
With honor a part of the overall planning, and always with hearts filled with caring,
Our offer includes countless valuable riches, and honor beyond all computing.
Mistakes have been made, we freely admit it, and humbly apologize for them,
Our misguided effort to blow up your father exhibits poor judgment, it’s certain,
And if it were under our province to undo such unkind behavior, believe us
We’d make it our duty to do so, and promptly, without even wasting a moment.
What’s done is done, though, that’s the painful truth, not even Allah can change it,
Our most current effort is geared to repayment, in fashion designed to your liking.
Our land is old land, the famed fertile crescent where mankind received his first blessings,
Resources have limits, we have lots of sand and some date palms of rather fine features,
The camels still range between scattered oasis and carpets are loomed in some cities.
In short we are simple and quite undemanding, a people accustomed to desert,
Hard working, quite honest and not prone to lying, we note we can make one concession:
Oil sits all below us, the fuel of the world, and it’s yours at a rather steep discount.
In short, we beseech, we request and entreat you to give peace a chance and consider
A fair and quite generous offer of black gold, delivered direct to your country.
And based on your background and that of your comrades whose own jobs included
We know you appreciate valuable assets, especially those that are liquid.
Please give us reply at your early convenience, since time, as you say, is the essence,
We remain at the ready to convene this discussion, with fondest regards, S. Hussein.”
The ashen face of George says all. Sweat
Gathers on his upper lip, dry tongue licks his lips,
His nostrils flare and he looks as if to speak
But only silence and rasping breath escape.
Stopped short and lacking words,
He must remind himself to breathe.
At last, composure brought to bear, he speaks,
But in a whisper, barely audible. “This
Is some kind of trick, and I’m not fooled.
No way Saddam wants to negotiate. Besides,
After all the time and money we’ve put into our plan,
We can’t afford the loss.”
small child caught in a big lie,
The Bushiad and The Idyossey - Copyright 2004 by Victor Littlebear - All rights reserved