My friends, for you are my friends, otherwise I shall get some of my goons to belt the living crap out of you. We are gathered here today to decide what regime to change next. I know that Condoleezalaazaloozabatguano and her neocon wire pullers have their black hearts set on Iran, bur I've been thinking of something a little closer to home. How about Jamaica, mon? Jerry Springer loves to hold his 'flash the tits' specials there. They like cricket and reggae, which is a bit of a worry. No, on second thoughts, the Trenchtown boys would be a little too tough for us. I have it! Easter Island. We'll annexe Easter Island. We'll need 750,000 troops, a spare $115 billion, and 25 years to subdure the natives, but I think we can do it. We'll say they are hiding WMDs in those silly statues of theirs. Well, we can't do Grenada again, they would be expecting us this time and no good would come from that. Get onto the galloping goose, General My-errs, and that General that only kills for God, and have then call a press conference to announce 'mission accomplished', so we can start to plan the invasion. I hope the island is big enough for our bombers to hit, they generally land their bombs six suburbs away from the intended target. Don't forget, bombing civilians is God's Will, so if you oppose this plan you must be a pinko rat who is against us, and I will give your name, address, and telephone number to Calamity and Homo of the Fux Spews Chunder.
SECRET REPORT WITHIN THE GUILD OF NEOCONS.
We have received a disturbing report from one of our operatives travelling with the Bush Flying Circus. Apparantly, at 1850 hours, during a drinking session at the Friends of France Club, a man was observed to hand a plate of pretzels out to King George the Dubberyar, who was heard to say, without seeking the advice of one of our nearby minions, "No, thank you". This disturbing show of independent thinking is a great worry to us, and action must be immediately taken to prevent any further occurrences. At tomorrows prayer breakfast, one of our agents will hide behind a curtain with a megaphone, and in his best God voice, tell King George that he did a very naughty thing, and must only speak when his wire is pulled. We can't get God Himself to do it, as He has a prior engagement.