If I could meet the Prime Minister, I’d like to hand him a large gun.
Then I’d invite him to shoot himself through the foot.
Remember junior high when you didn’t know how to dance? That was your foot.
The missed field goal in your senior year? Athlete’s foot. Go on, pull that trigger.
At this point, the Prime Minister might exclaim: “But my own foot!”
The foot is part of an axis of evil. That nasty fungus in the summer of ’90 was an open declaration of war.
Teach that foot a lesson.
At this point, the Prime Minister might say: “I get it.” (if indeed he gets it) “The foot is a metaphor for the Afghan people and the connection between myself and the foot is symbolic of the fact that by hurting them, all we are really doing is hurting ourselves.”
Except that it is so much more than a metaphor. We are one, and any bullet to enter an Afghan chest lies firmly lodged in each of our own, where it manifests itself as suffering…
BANG
I can’t believe he pulled the damn trigger.
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