Iraqi terror chief Abu Musab al-Zarkawi, known alternately as “The Commish” or “Chief Proudblow” to bored American journalists, made headlines this week by not being captured, inspiring the envy of millions worldwide whose lack of achievement failed to attract any media attention whatsoever.
American soldiers report that they thought they had el-Zarqawi in the bag after trailing a car with his distinctive vanity license plate “KABOOM3” for fifteen minutes one day back in February, but lost the Iraqi dissident when he ducked out of the car and sprinted into a back alley. The soldiers continued to give chase on foot, but were foiled when al-Zerqawi pulled off one of his famous Bugs Bunny disappearances.
“We thought we had the target for sure when we cornered him in that alley,” explained Capt. Lance Dank. “But then he ducked into a door in the alleyway, and when we opened the same door, there was just a brick wall there. It was the weirdest thing. Like the Twilight Zone or something.”
“Or a cartoon,” added Pvt. William Stussenweld. “That kind of thing happens in cartoons sometimes. I’ve heard.”
The resulting non-story took the world’s newspapers by storm, pre-empting the news that U.S. president Bush had almost choked to death on a hot dog, but did not because in the end he decided to eat some applesauce instead.
In other news, scientists in Vancouver nearly cured cancer on Thursday, only to find they had instead created a new flavor of hickory-smoke-flavored dogfood. The rock band Jimmy Eat World also almost wrote a great song, and actress Bette Middler nearly delivered an Oscar-worthy performance on the set of her latest project, the chick flick tear-jerker Runaways.
Internationally, lasting peace came so close to breaking out in Palestine that you could smell it Wednesday, only to swing back the other way when some dick blew up a children’s hospital with a nail bomb. Japan also almost made news this week, when government officials announced they had perfected the world’s first crash-proof commuter rail system, then suddenly got very quiet about the whole thing and refused to talk about it.
Closer to home, the commune was nearly recognized for its Pulitzer-level reporting this week, only to be disgraced at the last minute when the fickle fates decided instead to award the organization for its tireless efforts at truth-saying with the Golden Tit, a sexually-arousing trophy acknowledging excellence in the field of completely fucking up news stories beyond all recognition.
Asked about the secret of his success during a recent satellite telephone call that al-Zarquawe placed to our offices in hopes of getting the commune to stop spelling his name wrong, the Iraqi terror chief was philosophical.
“You just have to take it one day at a time, don’t try to do too much. In fact, don’t try to do anything. The press attention will come to you, my friend. Pluck up, your time will come.”