Galway Advertiser 1990/1990_08_30/GA_30081990_E1_012.pdf 

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FOR A FEW BARRELS MORE
The blinding son beat down on the level white sand of what those who knew and feared it called "The Devil's Anvil". A lone Arab, known as " E l Teeth", sat on his camel, staring into the distance. With his kuffayah pulled up around his face, only his dark eyes were visible. He w a s troubled a n d confused. Another Arab urged his camel forward. "Saddam, it is time!" This second man was short and squat, his head wrapped in a checked cloth that had been seen inside many of the corridors of power. His carefully cultivated halfgrown mustache drooped around his full lips like a question mark, and in his sunglasses were reflected the troubled eyes of Sad dam Hussein, known to his people as "The Lion of Iraq". "Yassar, my good friend, I cannot understand it. He used to be my friend. He gave me tanks, guns, planes, spare parts anything I wanted. And now he goes to war for that Kuwaiti dog, Shayk Sabbah, and his stinking rich family who spend the wealth of his people in gambling casinos and JOB sleak sports cars! I will never understand the Yanqui! Why, Yassar, why has he done this thing? But, by the signed beard of the Prophet, I will make him Pay!" Across the desert "El Teeth" could already see the swirling dust clouds of the approaching army. "Come, Yassar, it is time to sweeten our swords with the blood of the infidel!" With a whoop, "El Teeth" raised his shining sword and called on his army "In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Mer ciful!!" frowned at him. He knew his master was suspicious of the Press. "I will tell him you are here". Daud ran off and found Col. Bush seated on the running board of a Crossley Tender. "Bush effendi, the man!" Bush looked up from his notebook. "It's all right, Daud". Bentley came round the corner. Bush looked him up and down with distaste. "Yes, Mr. Bentley?" The reporter squatted down and took out his notebook. "Oh, well, would you mind if I asked you just two questions, Col. Bush?" "Not at all", replied the tanned figure upon whose shoulders the fate of so many rested. "What do the Kuwaitis hope to gain from this w a r ? " Bush paused and then spoke quietly. "They hope to gain their freedom". Bentley scribbl ed the answer, muttering to himself, "They hope to gain their freedom. Hah! There's one born every m i n u t e " . Bush froze. "They're going to get, Mr. Bentley, I'm going to give it to them!". Bentley look ed taken aback. "And the second question?" Recovering his profes sional manner, Bentley asked, "What is it that at tracts you, personally, to the desert?" Bush looked at the cynical reporter. "It's clean". "It's what?", Bentley asked again. "I said, it's clean. Is that all?" Bentley packed up his notebook. "Well, that's very illuminating, very il luminating indeed, thank you". soldiers just called "Mag gie", moved among the torn and twisted bodies, the burnt-out tanks, the crashed planes, the wartorn wreckage of the mighty battle. Bush was looking for someone. Finally, as he stepped over a badly disfigured body, he heard a groan. "Bush. Bush, it is I, Saddam? Why, Bush, why? You knew Shayk Sabbah was a despot almost as bad as myself. Why, then, have you done all this?" Bush bent down to the dying man. "It's simple, Saddam, but you wily Arabs never see the wood for the trees. I guess that's because you don't have many forests, huh? Sorry, that was in poor taste. Stop laughing, Maggie! You don't have to laugh at all my jokes! You'll never understand, will you? You'll never understand that the West will bear any burden, fight any war, back any struggle..." Saddam gasped. "For what? For what?" Bush took off his sunglasses and gave the dying man an oily smile, "For...a few barrels more, Saddam, for a few barrels more!" Maggie began to giggle. "Oh, how very wit ty of you, Sir!" "Shut up, Maggie, mis is real life, you know, not flipping "Lawrence of Arabia"!"
M o r g a n O'Doherty.

Dianna

Willie Fany

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No I am not going to discuss the marvels of American T-Shirts or trousers. . . simply two Americans who are bringing some colour to our lives. Who can compare with Silky Sullivan? that genial man, with his incredible Memphis drawl, is once again organising the Sixth Annual World B-B-Que at Lisdoonvarna this weekend. He is a t present commuting between the Puck Fair and Tralee and I have no doubt he is thoroughly enjoying himself. This years B-B-Que is the biggest ever with competitors coming from Kentucky, Californa, Kansas, Texas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Florida, and Louisianna. And thats only the American side! Teams are also coming from the USSR, Estonia, Lalvia, Australia, Britain and from Ireland (north and south). It really h a s become a major festival for Lisdoon and my friend Jimmie White tells me they are pulling out all the stops to ensure everyone has a great time. Some 30 judges will taste a huge variety of recipes which will include lobster, crab, oysters, chicken, ribs of beef, pork, lamb and a variety of vegetarian dishes. There are good cash prizes for the winners but many of the entrants are restauranteurs and they like to display winning recipes and awards. The World Championships s t a r t tomorrow and continue till Sunday. For further details ring Whites Castle Hotel 065-74344. The second American who I a m following with interest is Donald Trump and his amazing Taj Mahal Casino in Atlantic City. We were discussing him the other night at the more humble ( and in my opinion far more Comfortable) Salthill Hotel when Roger Griffin the Maitre de joined in with the words "sure I worked there for a winter." Roger told us that Trump's Taj is 52 stories high, has 1,250 rooms 10 restaurants (one of which can seat 3,000 guests) and car parking for 5,000 cars. Roger worked in the Sinbad Restaurant which includes 4 separate bars around the Casbah, which is an entertainment hall. Each function room has a

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Daud ran back to Bush. "It's time, El Bush!" The man they called "The Desert Shield" stood up, put on his sunglasses and mounted the white camel Daud was leading. He rode out in front of his men. "Tonight we will drink the ********* wine of Baghdad!", he Earlier that morning, roared. His army roared Jackson Bentley, a their approval. In the reporter for the New York twinkling.-of an eye, the Dispatch, made his way massed forces of the great around the crowded en army rolled into battle... campment, past the rows of tanks, mobile cannon, ****** and restive camels. He The carnage was terri saw the two young Arab boys, Jeddah and Daud, ble. Men and camels lay who had been "adopted" dying, their hot blood by the leader of this vast staining the bleached sand expeditionary force. "Say, of the desert. Col. Bush, could you tell me where accompanied now by that Col. Bush i s ? " Daud fascinating woman the

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