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| Shaken, not Stirred | |
Life, they say copies Art. Some wouldn't consider the James
(shaken-not-stirred) Bond series art, but there is no accounting for the taste
of a Vodka Martini. CIA operatives have been given something palatable though -
every armchair general's wet dream: A license to kill. It's not as good as it sounds, though. The hit list is disappointingly small,
and reportedly only includes 20 or so people. None-the-less, the CIA, neutered by three decades of political correctness,
now has a chance to dust of the cold-war assassination gear - the poison gas,
the strangulation chord in the reading glasses and those umbrellas with vile
tropical diseases in the spikes. The targets are no surprise - the usual suspects - basically Osama bin
(there-done-that) Laden and his psychotic band of murderous Muslim thugs. Unfortunately it's a little hard for the predominately Caucasian CIA to
infiltrate the tribal lands in western Pakistan. They stand out like ghosts. Maybe Australia could deploy some of the Baktiaris for the task? Australia
is experiencing a Baktiari surplus at the moment, Baktiaris are well acquainted
with Pakistan, quite comfortable using lies and deceit to achieve their
objectives and, just like 007, they love celebrity. Sounds like a match made in heaven.
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