So, you wake up Christmas morning to a knock at the door....

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So you wake up Christmas morning to a knock at the door. It's your drunk, lazy uncle bearing gifts. This guy, who's been living off your family his whole life, has a large, heavy-looking box on a forklift. W/o saying a word, he drives the forklift into your living room, sets the box on the floor, & begins cutting away the cardboard. After a brief struggle, enuf packing is removed to reveal an enormous high-definition TV. It clearly was made for a viewing area much larger than your smallish living room. Your reaction is measured.

"Uh, wow. What a great gift! Uh, thanks so much. I just am a little concerned about where to fit this." "Don't worry," says your uncle, "You can get rid of the couch & put the TV against that wall." "That sounds a bit inconvenient, but I'm sure I can work something out. By the way, did you get a job or something? This is a very expensive gift." "Jobs are for suckers. I bot it with your credit card. Merry Christmas!"

What's the point of this bit of fiction, you ask? Actually, I wrote it for those Americans who are celebrating the "capture" of Hussein by coalition forces on Sat. Your drunk Uncle George just delivered to the citizens of the US a lovely, but very expensive & unnecessary gift. And the bill is just beginning to arrive. ... con't

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