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Last night I dreamed I was on a train, but terrorists hopped on and threatened to blow it up. That’s scary! So I asked them if they really thought they were spinning their message so that the average American could understand just why they were upset. They scratched their heads, so I seized the opportunity and continued explaining targeted media buys and market segmentation. They had NO concept of the real purpose of their organization, just some hastily envisioned objectives. That’s fine, but without a purpose, it’s hard to generate Measurable Business Results and determine success metrics. So we let everyone off the train and worked on a high level strategy document, and that’s how I become a consultant, working out of an abandoned storm drain in Topeka or somewhere like that.

We realized there was no consistent face of the organization besides Bin Laden, and he did not test well in focus groups, especially in the midwest. Also, people were having a hard time pronouncing Al Qaeda, so we went with the more youthful “AQ.” We also tapped a high visibility spokesperson in the form of Shaq. Shaq for AQ: it’s a no-brainer. With a series of billboards and radio commercials, the average American’s awareness of the specifics of the Arab world’s gripes with the US became heightened. We also launched a product line of jeans and aftershave, moving them out of the pure service category. I finally got to meet Katie Couric, and I wore the best pair of shoes on Oprah. In an unprecedented response to a direct mailing, The American people rose up and exiled GW Bush to an island overrun with feral pigs. And AQ forget all about killing people and extended their brand to previously untapped markets in China.

I totally cleaned up at the IPO.

All fired up

Go to White House West and watch the Will Ferrell video. I almost wet my pants. Soooo good.

Subservient President

Yes, pills like the chicken. My favorites are “avoid military service, drive drunk, ruin the environment, kick the prisoner, and steal the election.” Oh, and “pick nose.” I tried “bitch slap the twins,” but no luck.

The ethicist refuses to tell me if having ice cream after my low carb dinner is unethical! I am sure it is no more unethical than this vat of booze in which I am swimming.