It’s a crisis. A significant dilemma. The pressure to make the hard decision can be overwhelming. There are such issues here; such hard problems to work on; such insurmountable heaps of time-occupying paper in my inbox. And now I’ve got Daisy Duke staring at me. And she taunts me: ‘Come on, Dan…take a break. Do you really think anything you’ll do over the next two hours will have any impact on the reconstruction of Iraq?’ She may have a point. But then again, I don’t want to say that I missed the most significant development of this phase of the operation because I was out watching Dukes of Hazzard. Somebody left the DVD on my desk. On top of my nearly-complete analysis of the impact of closed-list single-electoral-district elections on the viability of moderate Islamic candidates. I roll my report up, and it is the same diameter as a stick of dynamite. I think it could be attached somehow to an arrow. I imagine drawing back a compound bow, and lighting the fuse. The image is powerful. Something deep within me stirs.
Yeeeeeeeeeeehawwww!!!!
