March 9, 2002

The Embarrassing Aberrations in the Enronizer Bunnypants' P.R. Department

No one knows where they keep the [Smirking Simian] message machine, but when it is working well, it hums more quietly than the White House air conditioning. So precise is this instrument that it carefully prunes the President's speeches, shaving away words such as back and backward in order to maintain the image of a man always moving ahead. (no comment from the Mgmt at this time.)

But last week horrible banging and clanking sounds could be heard all around the White House: the message machine was throwing a rod or perhaps three. Yeah - Ari, Dick, and the Squinting Simpleton.

- - - see Time.com

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