Drink Al Qaeda

Charles Paul Freund | September 30, 2004

It's explosive! And it's good for what ails you. Hey, "Saddam" enjoys five liters a day.

Comments

|9.30.04 @ 1:38PM|#

"It gives a tonic-like flavour and this is good for man's organism"

When I saw this line, I had to reread the sentence.

|9.30.04 @ 1:54PM|#

I wonder if al Qaeda will sue.

|9.30.04 @ 2:12PM|#

This reminds me of when bikini swimsuits were named after the atoll where a nuke was tested.

I would be very happy if in 50 years the terrorist group known as Al Qaeda is largely forgotten and all that most people remember is this tea.

|9.30.04 @ 2:12PM|#

Sounds like the kind of thing I find when I leave the teapot in the sink for a few days. Yuk.

|9.30.04 @ 4:51PM|#

This isn't unprecedented. I vaguely remember hearing in my history classes something about something called "Hitler" -- which I presume was some kind of beverage -- that was really popular in German beer halls back in the 1930s. Of course, it had the benefit of a clever ad campaign that really putsched the product at consumers. I remember it featured really colorful posters, constant references to "the party" (to promote a fun-loving image) and a really distinctive logo-mark.

|9.30.04 @ 4:53PM|#

"The establishment's master al-Qaeda tea drinker calls himself "Saddam Hussein", after the former Iraqi leader, and says he downs up to five litres a day."

At last, the long-suspected connection between Saddam Hussein and al-Queda!

|9.30.04 @ 7:43PM|#

"At last, the long-suspected connection between Saddam Hussein and al-Queda!"

And he lives in Africa too... The very same continent that George W. Bush said Hussein was trying to obtain uranium from! It's all coming together now!

|9.30.04 @ 10:46PM|#

When I saw this line, I had to reread the sentence.

Heh. I actually mis-read it until you pointed it out.... It makes less sense now than what I originally THOUGHT it said.

|9.30.04 @ 10:49PM|#

This gets deeper. I remember seeing, TWENTY YEARS AGO, ads on TV for a beverage called "Al-Koolaida," or something like that. The ringleader, who strangely resembled a glass pitcher, exhibited a very destructive, violent bent -- always crashing through walls and stuff.

The signs were there!