Lesotho Is Landlocked
<p> Wellington Leg: I found out that Lesotho is landlocked. I ran downstairs to check on Rudolfo and Trudy when I bumped into a guy who poses as the finance minister for various emerging nations. That’s what he calls them, emerging. I thought they had emerged a long time ago during the Paleolithic Age or something. Turns out I was wrong.
Rudolfo tried to shoot the finance minister behind some beef about parking. In order to save her neighbor Trudy bounced a Cuisinart off Rudolfo’s noggin as he was reloading; I think this how a lot of revolutions end up going sideways, last minute and timely intervention. This dump is not the Winter Palace but you see my point.
To buy the guy off I provide my Al Gore souvenir cup and a Metro pass. He’s a young man, this finance minister. Computer whiz. He’s got the residual from the Cuisinart all over his shirt and look as though he’s torn between being angry and admiring the salmon Al extends toward him. He’s already forgotten about being shot at. I’m not sure what that says about him.
Without my Al Gore cup commuting is weird. Heading down Fourth Avenue I see a billboard that reads, “Lesotho is Landlocked.” Sounds like a crisis. Sounds like there’s gotta be something we can do. Maybe a documentary. What do I know? I’m Arthur Murray, Private Investigator, not John Travolta.
October 7th, 2007 at 11:36 am
An old joke from the days of the Soviet Bloc:
Czechoslovakia announces it is forming a Department of the Navy. Consternation in the Kremlin–what can this possibly mean? They order their ambassador to meet with the Chief of Staff of the Czech military immediately.
“Why are you doing this?” the Ambassador demands. “You’re a lndlocked country!”
The Chief of Staff shrugs. “Well, seeing as you guys have a Ministry of Culture…”