From: Bin Laden, Osama
Subject: The Cave
Hi guys. We've all been putting in long hours but
we've really come together as a group and I love that. Big thanks to Omar for putting up
the poster that says "There is no I in team" as well as the one that says "Hang In There, Baby."
That cat is hilarious. However, while we are fighting a jihad, we can't forget to take
care of the cave. And frankly I have a few concerns.
First of all, while it's good to be concerned about cruise missiles, we
should be even more concerned about the scorpions in our cave. Hey, you don't want to be
stung and neither do I, so we need to sweep the cave daily. I've posted a sign-up sheet
near the main cave opening.
Second, it's not often I make a video address but when I do, I'm trying to
scare the most powerful country on earth, okay? That means that while we're taping, please
do not ride your razor scooter in the background. Just while we're taping. Thanks.
Third point, and this is a touchy one. As you know, by edict, we're not
supposed to shave our beards. But I need everyone to just think hygiene, especially after
mealtime. We're all in this together.
Fourth: Food. I bought a box of Cheez-Its recently, clearly wrote
"Osama" on the front, and put it on the top shelf. Today, my Cheez-Its were
gone. Consideration. That's all I'm saying.
Finally, we've heard that there may be American soldiers in disguise trying
to infiltrate our ranks. I want to set up patrols to look for them. First patrol will be
Omar, Muhammed, Abdul, Akbar, and Richard. Love you lots.
P.S. If it looks like I'm going to be captured, kill me.
(From Take A Break, attribution
"Military justice is to justice, what military music is to music."
- From Sinbad, AKA G.G. but attributed to either
Groucho Marx or Clemenceau
Planeteer Mike Muskin writes
that he's noticed "four juicy Freudian
slips" on recent TV-news broadcasts.
First, it was announced that President Bush would lead a nationwide
"resuscitation" of the pledge of allegiance. Then a cable-TV news anchor was
called a network "nose-caster". Then the "war on terrorism" was
instead called the "war on television".
Finally another "nosecaster", during a discussion of the worldwide
arsenal of bio-weapons and wondering whether there was also a corresponding arsenal of
antidotes, mentioned the "Administration's arsenal of anecdotes."
(Sorry, Mike; but what's funny about that?)
"Want to make a million bucks? Invent a gadget that makes paper coming out of a laser
printer SMELL like it's coming off of a mimeograph machine."
- Richard Fish, CEO of LodesTone, new home of Firesign Theatre Records
In the latest issue of "Pinnacle", the source for L.A. real estate
and beyond, you can make "an offer they can't refuse" on Frank and Barbara
Sinatra's Heavenly Bills estate featuring "two maids", (Frank had it his way).
There's also a manageable 10-acre plot called "The Ranch", which
features "a kennel that serves as a state-of-the-art gym" (fine for the pit
bulls, but where can we work out?), includes a pool just "a jaunt from the main
house" and a 2,500-square-foot guest quarters (that's a lot of quarters per square),
all for a paltry $13, 500, 000. (Do they take credit cards? Do they return them?)
But if you REALLY want to get away from it all - I mean NO tall buildings -
how's about your own little volcanic, mystical 250-acre island in Tahiti, "holding
more wonder than the imagination of a child" (a spoiled child, I would imagine) and
described as a "developer's dream"?
"In the beginning of the 18th century", waxes the brochure,
"there were approximately 150 inhabitants who enjoyed the few springs of the whole
island. The population left and the springs," it concludes, "were buried by
"Reduced to $3,000,000. "
CALL NOW! Our operators are on the streets.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks
- Thomas Edison
In this month's Yale Alumni
Magazine I found a remarkable observation from Marina Belica, Class of '81.
"I began to write an e-mail . . . " she wrote to her class
secretary, "when all hell broke loose. Soho (where I live) is close enough for me to
have witnessed the second tower collapse before my eyes, but not before I saw a man jump
from a high floor in the most unforgettable embrace of life I have ever seen.
"He spread his arms wide and did the most graceful swan dive, a mythic
figure, like Icarus, surrendering to his fate, a final majestic, and heroic act, choosing
to fly before he died. Apparently, many people jumped. I saw only this man and never, ever
will forget it."
"Paramount Classics felt New Yorkers weren't emotionally equipped for something
bright or frothy or vivacious [after the events of 9-11]. They needn't have been
- L.A. Times film critic John Anderson on
"Sidewalks of New York"
A grieving Australian widow,
Sandi Canesco, 26, has had her late husband Dustin's ashes injected into her breast
implants after he was killed in a car accident, the British tabloid the Daily Star
reported under the headline "Dust to Bust".
"It dawned on me that if I carried Dustin's cremated remains in my breast implants, I'd never
really have to part with him at all," she was quoted as saying in an article
forwarded to me by "Take A Break".
Tit's a fitting mammorial.
"The Rev. Jerry Falwell says even Osama bin Laden's soul could be saved if he
converted to Christianity; but he would still deserve to be killed."
- A.P. release
The L.A. Times has been
a-bursting with surrealistic news during these doom's days. For instance, while the good
people of Oregon are fighting Ayatollah Ashcroft for their right to die at home; across
the nation in Montgomery County, Maryland, home owners and apartment dwellers are fighting
their neighbors for their right to smoke at home . . . and maybe die. Seems they passed a
measure stipulating that one's smoke "cannot cross property lines."
In the meanwhile, back here in L.A., formerly disconnected souls adrift on
the mean streets are celebrating the advent of cable-TV to skid row. Says Joe Shelby
Walker, who's occupied a room in the Hotel Carlton for almost
40 years, "This is gonna keep me off the streets at night." He was watching
gangster movies and a John Wayne film.
Councilwoman Jan Perry helped to get 'em hooked up and thanked AT&T for
supplying service to "a previously untested client base." Many of the
approximately 3,000 residents are pensioners or vets and can afford minimum service . . .
and mediocre entertainment.
Finally, there is an astonishing look into medical practices under the talons
of the Taliban by staff writer Paul Watson, which reveals that surgeons in Kabul were not
allowed to operate on female patients but had to stand in a doorway and relay procedures
to a nurse wearing a head-to-toe burka, limiting her vision and her hygiene, like the
Doctor's obligatory beard.
(Continued . . .)
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Prior to the fall of
the Theocracy, the Doctor interviewed had not been allowed to set eyes on the body of a
suffering female or to deliver babies for 5 years. But immediately after November 13th,
Dr. Hashem assisted many of 84 newborn Afghans into a
"changed world." And we ain't talkin' 'bout diapers . . .
And finally, in Spin Buldak, a flood of Western journalists entered the newly
liberated town, to put their spin on things. "Look at them, here they are," said
a resident as reported by the Times' Tyler Marshall and Alissa J. Rubin. "First they
bomb us, then they come to visit."
"What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to
being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret."
- Milton Mayer, "They Thought They Were Free; The
IN A WORD?
The Washington Post's Style
Invitational asked readers to alter a word by adding, subtracting, or changing a letter
and supply a new definition. The winners:
1) Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was
your money to start with.
2) Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3) Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.