Ernesto "Che" Guevara
Fear is what quickens me, said James Wright. And me too. The news guys said Hurricane Ernesto was coming to New York. Yippee, I thought. I had planned to go to a Staten Island Yankees game with and a Labor Day party and like that. Instead Nature would destroy us All. Hooray! I’ve seen the Staten Island Ferry cancelled and the terminals flooded and looked forward to seeing it again. I hung out at the WTC Ground Zero for six months after 9/11. I’ve revealed the identity of CIA agents in the Small Press Review in an effort to embarrass George Bush. Things was serious again: The End was back! Yippee!
Unfortunately Tropical Depression Ernesto has amounted to a rainy day. The Small Press Review neglected to publish Part II of my investigations into the CIA. Part Three, concerning the life of a certain narc, thus remains unwritten. My friend got kicked out of the CIA for allowing Sal Allende to commit suicide; was he also the marksman who shot Che in Bolivia?
I’m not telling.
Unfortunately Tropical Depression Ernesto has amounted to a rainy day. The Small Press Review neglected to publish Part II of my investigations into the CIA. Part Three, concerning the life of a certain narc, thus remains unwritten. My friend got kicked out of the CIA for allowing Sal Allende to commit suicide; was he also the marksman who shot Che in Bolivia?
I’m not telling.
posted by Michael Andre at
9:43 AM
2 Comments:
My friend from the CIA is non compos mentis. If he still had his faculties, he'd detect Communist infiltration at the National Weather Service, for later hurricanes this year are to be named Karl, Mao and Vladimir.
Perhaps he's a friend of Chuck Barris.
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