Musings from the, perhaps slightly touched, mind of the leading social commentator of our time.


Please leave comments on the posts below by clicking on the time stamp or "comment" link next to it at the bottom of each post.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Poll #22 What’s the best way to get rid of mimes? Begin the bombing!

     We return, once again, to the Champs-Elysees, where we left our reporter in the field interviewing street mimes.  Unfortunately, he seems to have been taken away, covered in mime blood, still clutching a dented, nearly broken baseball bat.  Mime bodies cover the street like the opening scene of a zombie flick.  For more, we now open a video link to the Champs-Elysees, where we have sent our combat correspondent, Colonel Oliver South, to report.
     “Good morning everyone.  As you can see, the scene here is horrific, bodies lie everywhere.  Of course, most of them are wearing black and white mime garb, the left-over refuse from the earlier berserk attack by our colleague, obviously driven crazy by the unprovoked and silent mocking mime attack by the mime known as “Lagniappe.”  He was the first to go down, but there were many others.  Our reporter, moving from mime to mime, down the street, wielding his deadly “assault bat.”  Minutes after the first mime succumbed to the home-run swing that took him down, the gendarmes showed up and subdued the crazed batsman.  As he was dragged away witnesses say he was screaming incoherently, yelling things like “sic semper tyrannis!,”  “free Puerto Rico,” and “I love you, Jodie Foster.”
     “As the gendarmes began taking statements and setting their police tape out, the mimes organized the first counter-attack.  A wave of angry, vengeful mimes began attacking anyone they could find.  Many of them were carrying signs with hastily written epithets and battle cries on them.  Of course the gendarmes, being Frenchmen, fled at the first attack and we haven’t seen one since.  I am with one group of citizens, hunkered down on the south side of the Arc de Triomphe.  There are several more groups scattered in a rough line from west to east.  The mime army holds the north side.  Since sundown we have been reinforced by U.S. Marines from the embassy here in Paris.  Let me tell you, these young marines are tough and they’ve been trained to a razor’s edge.  Unfortunately, we just don’t have enough to hold this position.  There are rumors that a multi-national force is being organized to root out this army of mimes, which continues to grow throughout the night.  It seems that half the population of Paris has been hiding a mime costume in their closet (probably next to their Waffen SS uniform,) just waiting for this moment.  Their message is simple.  I know this because they have been holding up signs for the past several hours saying that they are treated like second-class citizens.  They write that the “art” of mimism dates back to the Xin dynasty and that they’re tired of being referred to as “the poor man’s clown.”
     “The mime army seems to be in the process of consolidating their position but they continue to send mime patrols out, seeking weak points in our defense.  I tell you, I thought the VC were silent warriors; well, they’ve got nothing on these mimes.  Sgt. Baker of the Marine detachment tells me that overnight they’ve caught three mimes within yards of our position and that only the rattling of the cans in the wire gave their position away.  Only one was taken alive and, not surprisingly, he’s not talking.”
     “As the sun begins to rise on this first morning of our new war on mimism we take stock of our position.  We’ve survived the night of the silent knives but as we look ahead we see a long and hard road before us.  But we are Americans.  We’ve been there before.  We shall defeat the enemy, whether they are terrorists, ChiComs, or mimes.  To victory, and beyond!  This is Colonel Oliver South, reporting from the front lines, Paris.”

No comments:

Post a Comment