Post by doublea on Apr 17, 2009 19:54:25 GMT -5
Sitting behind his huge wood desk, the man sat quietly, staring into a dimension few of us could ever, or would want, to imagine.
After all, this circular room, almost an egg shape, had held dignitaries from around the world - dignitaries that were usually two-face: speaking from one side of their mouth how "evil" this nation had been, while one the other side, groveling for our help whether its money or the might of its once great military (a fact the man wishes was great once again...one of his many blunders in fact).
But the man was obviously broken, his youthful vigor now gone. Thinking his charm would woo over anyone that stood in his (mind only) "messianic presence", his natural instinct to not recognize evil (except for that guy making 100K) in the world was his downfall. His mind began to slowly fade away, to a place much happier than the one he, and the rest of the world, was encountering this day. Thinking of his children's entertainment videos, he began dreaming of a blue faerie appearing in front of him, granting him a sole wish. Since his ears were already deform-ally enormous, he eagerly wished that his ears could flap like that cute little pachyderm he watched so fondly with his kids.
He was suddenly waken from his stupor by the cackling sounds of an old hag, who had slyly slid next to the man, subtly nudging him from his undeserved position behind the desk. After all, with the end of the world clearly in sight, the old hag clearly realized this could be her only chance to sit behind the desk of the chief commander.
Angrily, the man shouted, "Fool lady, don't you realize we're about to be blasted by a nuclear bomb! Where's your husband at anyways? Go with him!"
The hag replied, cackling and unaware of the oblivion she was about to face, said, "Sorry comrade, my husband is obviously on one of his "romps." She did the wink-wink and nudged him with her elbow.
"I don't have time for this woman! Leave now," he rebutted. He then stood and proudly looked at the flag hanging from his office wall, adorned with 13 stripes, alternating between red and yellow and with a small yellow hammer and sickle inside a red square in the upper left corner of the flag.
He sighed and exclaimed, "We finally "changed" this country after almost 250 years of liberty and Independence from the government. Now, we gain total control and look what happens. That dang, little fool with the bad haircut out there in the Pacific...he wanted the title Supreme Comrade all to himself. B*****d fool. I guess a steady diet of K-9 is one of the things that can resist my awesome charm. Boy, do I have charm don't I," he continued, turning his attention from the flag to a mirror placed next to it.
Suddenly, a loud whizzing was heard outside as he sprinted to the window only to see a huge nuclear warhead heading straight to wards to the very window he was looking outside of.
He looked down at the ground, clasped his hands and said, "Father, thou art below, I'm coming..."
Through the rubble, a small cockroach wiggled his way free and scurried across the ground. Another found its way out, then another, then another. The group of insects crawled up a dated television, with a cracked screen, that was sitting among the debris. Suddenly, the television began to flicker and the familiar tune of 2001: A Space Odyssey was heard through the television screen. A familiar image suddenly appeared on screen.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWnmCu3U09w
Like a tumbleweed rolling along the desert, a newspaper gently blew across the ground and found its way next to the television. The paper landed face up with the bold headline, written by Tim Dils, stated "When the nuclear bomb falls, two things shall remain: cockroaches and Memphis wrestling.
The rebirth...has begun!
After all, this circular room, almost an egg shape, had held dignitaries from around the world - dignitaries that were usually two-face: speaking from one side of their mouth how "evil" this nation had been, while one the other side, groveling for our help whether its money or the might of its once great military (a fact the man wishes was great once again...one of his many blunders in fact).
But the man was obviously broken, his youthful vigor now gone. Thinking his charm would woo over anyone that stood in his (mind only) "messianic presence", his natural instinct to not recognize evil (except for that guy making 100K) in the world was his downfall. His mind began to slowly fade away, to a place much happier than the one he, and the rest of the world, was encountering this day. Thinking of his children's entertainment videos, he began dreaming of a blue faerie appearing in front of him, granting him a sole wish. Since his ears were already deform-ally enormous, he eagerly wished that his ears could flap like that cute little pachyderm he watched so fondly with his kids.
He was suddenly waken from his stupor by the cackling sounds of an old hag, who had slyly slid next to the man, subtly nudging him from his undeserved position behind the desk. After all, with the end of the world clearly in sight, the old hag clearly realized this could be her only chance to sit behind the desk of the chief commander.
Angrily, the man shouted, "Fool lady, don't you realize we're about to be blasted by a nuclear bomb! Where's your husband at anyways? Go with him!"
The hag replied, cackling and unaware of the oblivion she was about to face, said, "Sorry comrade, my husband is obviously on one of his "romps." She did the wink-wink and nudged him with her elbow.
"I don't have time for this woman! Leave now," he rebutted. He then stood and proudly looked at the flag hanging from his office wall, adorned with 13 stripes, alternating between red and yellow and with a small yellow hammer and sickle inside a red square in the upper left corner of the flag.
He sighed and exclaimed, "We finally "changed" this country after almost 250 years of liberty and Independence from the government. Now, we gain total control and look what happens. That dang, little fool with the bad haircut out there in the Pacific...he wanted the title Supreme Comrade all to himself. B*****d fool. I guess a steady diet of K-9 is one of the things that can resist my awesome charm. Boy, do I have charm don't I," he continued, turning his attention from the flag to a mirror placed next to it.
Suddenly, a loud whizzing was heard outside as he sprinted to the window only to see a huge nuclear warhead heading straight to wards to the very window he was looking outside of.
He looked down at the ground, clasped his hands and said, "Father, thou art below, I'm coming..."
Through the rubble, a small cockroach wiggled his way free and scurried across the ground. Another found its way out, then another, then another. The group of insects crawled up a dated television, with a cracked screen, that was sitting among the debris. Suddenly, the television began to flicker and the familiar tune of 2001: A Space Odyssey was heard through the television screen. A familiar image suddenly appeared on screen.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWnmCu3U09w
Like a tumbleweed rolling along the desert, a newspaper gently blew across the ground and found its way next to the television. The paper landed face up with the bold headline, written by Tim Dils, stated "When the nuclear bomb falls, two things shall remain: cockroaches and Memphis wrestling.
The rebirth...has begun!
