I woke up at three in the morning with what I thought was a new idea.
“I’m a genius!” I congratulated myself. “I’m brilliant! Why didn’t I think of this before?”
“This” was the notion of comparing George Bush to “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” You know – the Aesop‘s fable about a lying shepherd boy who keeps announcing that a wolf is attacking his flock so often that when a real wolf finally comes, nobody will help the little snot and the wolf eats up his flock.
Perfect metaphor for the worst American president in history and his “war against WMD” in Iraq, right? Especially now that we have some wolves developing nukes in North Korea and Iran.
Right. In fact, I was so right that it turns out the same thought also occurred to, oh, maybe twenty billion or so other bloggers. For example, here:
www.bloggerheads.com/archives/ 2005/07/the_boy_who_cri.asp - 18k –
And…oh, enough already. The only thing I want to know is when George's nose will start growing. But I suppose that's another story.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Posted by The New York Crank at 11:28 AM