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In all the controversy over the electronic surveillance of incoming calls from known terrorists, I put together the following narrative. It’s a feeble try at humor.
Deep in the NSA at a secret underground location, the phone rings: Ring, Ring.Posted by The Vorlon at March 17, 2006 8:29 PMSally: “Joe, that’s UBL’s phone number track that baby”
Joe: “I can’t, I’m still working of the FISA justification for the last 3,156 phone calls we intercepted. The 45 day time limit is almost up and if we miss it, my a** is grass man. Do you know I’m trying to support three kids, a wife, a collie, a Doberman, an ex-wife and two cats on my salary?
Sally: “But Joe, it’s UBL for Christ’s sake!”
Joe: “Maybe he’s just calling to have a friend buy a Powerball ticket. I hear UBL’s not doing too well financially and the Powerball is up to $250 million. You want it, you take it.
Sally: “But Joe, I’m already tracking thee calls from Hamas, six from the Muslim Brotherhood, one from that nut job in Iran, a couple of Chechyans and one from Zarqawi’s tailor. Did you know Zarqawi wears a size 36 coat and pants with a 30 inch waist and a 28 inch inseam. He sounds like someone suffering from small man syndrome to me. On top of that, my social life is sh**. I haven’t had a date in months.”
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
Silence.
Joe: “So, what do you want for lunch?”