The Idyossey
Chapter 18: The Unraveling


 

 
The Bushiad
Foreword
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- D
éjeuner
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

The Idyossey
Chapter 1- Ichor of the Gods
Chapter 2- The Price of Peace
Chapter 3- Empyre
Chapter 4- Woeful Warrior
Chapter 5- Mitzvah
Chapter 6- News Analysis
Chapter 7- Strategic Planner
Chapter 8- Aristea
Chapter 9- Last Supper
Chapter 10- Skullduggery
Chapter 11: Family Reunion
Chapter 12- Black Goddess
Chapter 13- Saboteur
Chapter 14- Glossolalia
Chapter 15- Visitation
Chapter 16- Dead or Alive
Chapter 17- Across the Border
Chapter 18- The Unraveling
Chapter 19- Summer in the City
Chapter 20- Wolf and Jackal
Chapter 21- George Gloats
Chapter 22- Surreality
Chapter 23- Kidnapped
Chapter 24- Denouement

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The fabric of well-woven lies frays;
As arguments for Iraqi war wear thin.
Revealed as sleazy fabrications,
Weapons of mass destruction never found,
Tales of deceit emerge, like yellow-cake
Uranium bought from Niger.

In his State of the Union address,
George repeats it: "The British government
Has learned that Saddam Hussein recently
Sought significant quantities of uranium
In Africa." The CIA advised against such claims;
The charges are phony.

Cornered by the Press, like pack dogs
Drawn to wounded prey, bold ones nipping,
Tearing bits of fur and flesh, tormenting their victim,
Relentlessly, until the prey has fallen,
The Bush administration admits
It’s been mistaken.

George Tenet of the CIA, falls on his sword,
This only after George claims his statement
Was OK’d by the security agency. Tenet
Gamely takes the blame, it’s all his fault.
George is off the hook, at least for now.
Condi spins and shuffles for distraction.

Foul Rumsfeld, U.S. losses mounting,
Concedes that more troops may be needed.
Long-term plans are made to occupy Iraq,
Enlist the help of willing coalition partners,
If any can be found, since the occupation’s
At double the original cost.

Paul Bremer III, appointed proconsul of Iraq,
Is bogged down and losing ground. He appoints
A council of 25 Iraqis who meet to plan the future.
Drawn from ethnic groups, expatriates, religious
Factions, and former diplomats, it is
Subject to the final word of Bremer.

Meanwhile Prince George tours Africa
Looking presidential, five countries in five days,
Some just for hours. He speaks out on AIDS
Talks about compassion, while
At home, unemployment hits new heights,
And the economy hits the skids.

“Look,” says George, “I want results,
Not excuses! We said there’s WMDs, God damn it
I want them found, and fast!”
In the Oval Office, Foul Rumsfeld, Cheney,
Wolfowitz and Rice look glum. Events of the last week
Are taking a stiff toll.

Foul Rumsfeld is the first to speak,
“The WMD will be found, I can promise.
We can’t afford to screw this up. We can’t
Find the stuff too soon, the press is suspicious.
The material’s well hid; we’ve engineered
The discovery for late September, 2004.”

“That’s too late Don, with this yellow-cake flap,”
George feels his oats, not depressed.
“Remember,” Condi interjects, “September is important.
The 11th is the anniversary of the attack,
All eyes on New York and ground zero;
No better time to find the WMD than that.”

“That’s too long from now!” George is red-faced,
“This Uranium story makes me look like
I don’t know what I’m doing!” “Don’t worry,
A week from now it will be old news,”
Wolfowitz offers, cheery and upbeat.
“Fuck you, Paul,” says George, venomously.

“OK,” says Cheney, “Settle down. Let’s
Stir the pot in North Korea, a distraction.
A nuclear accident at a processing plant.
Nothing big, a small release
That forces evacuation of a village or two.
Take the heat off Iraq.”

The group waits for George to react.
He plops into his chair, hands behind his head.
Leans back, his chair squeaks with the effort.
George concentrates, eyes closed. “OK,”
He says, his color back to normal, “I like it.
As Captain Picard would say...‘Make it so!’”

They prepare to take their leave. George
Gestures, “Condi, hang on for a minute.”
“My time is yours as always,” she replies.
Condi sits down across from George.
“Is there something I can do Mr. President?”
She’s perky and peppy.

“About the machinery of government...”
George smirks. “Whatever I can do sir,
What would you like to know?” She
Prepares herself for a complicated question.
“That Nautilus machine down in the gym,” he says,
“Have you used it yet?”
 
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