short story of the month (july05)

Word had inevitiably spread and he was briskly summoned to a clandistine meeting place where he was asked to explain his radical theories on unconventional warfare to the powers that be.

He told them flat out "I need full compensation for such information and moreso if my theories are correct concerning the present military operations being conducted!" Whereupon a check immediatly appeared. He grabbed it from the hands of a Sargent and looked at it, 3.5 million dollars written from an" oil trust royalty account" from Swiss bank. "Seems about right" he thought.

Shortly therafter, occupational coilition forces began heeving the carcasses of dead babies out of the back of dueces as they traveled through known insurgent areas; began dropping huge pallet loads of the putrid rotting things out of B52's flying over the mountains of Kandahar and Tora Bora; began firing them out of super cannons toward known Taliban, Al Queada, Nazi and Democratic party strongholds.

The results were mixed. The brainwashed religious booga boos thought it was the "Great shitbird in the sky" raining children down on them (not to far from the actual truth) and they either blew themselves up then and there on the spot or they went completely insane and ran out into the desert, naked and screaming madly with the insanity of the "mumbo jumbo".

However, others seemed to relish in the occassion and saw it as some sort of protien handout and developed what some are calling "THE tastiest soup in the world", immediatly creating a underground black market (See the Food Network for more facts).

In any case, He did recieve one more check for 2.75 million made out from the same "oil trust royalty account". Not bad for 2 hours "work", if you could really call it "work".