huge natural gas reserve as well as oil, and the highest per capita income in the world. He gives us the air base for free and loves having our forces there for his country’s own security. Up until recently, they didn’t even have their own air force. Anyway, this emir talks the talk and openly courts western business. He’s also a huge soccer fan and had a huge stadium built for world soccer events.”
“So we got a prince that loves baseball and an emir that digs soccer. Any Pashas over there like football? I’d like some seats on the fifty if you can work it out,” mumbled Mackey.
Cascaes ignored him. “So this emir, he’s one of the good guys?” asked Cascaes.
“I’m not finished,” she said with a smile. “So, while he’s being Mr. Friendly Businessman, he’s also openly supporting the Muslim Brotherhood, Hamas, and Hezbollah. We believe he funnels money to all of them. He also tells his own people that he supports Sharia Law, but it’s one of the only countries in the Middle East that allows pork and alcohol in designated areas. I’d bet a hundred bucks he drinks the world’s best wine and champagne in his palace with his two wives when no one’s looking. Now, while he’s telling his clerics he’s old school, he also changed the law and allowed women the right to vote and hold public office. Except, no woman holds public office because he appoints everyone, usually his family members. And, while he keeps talking about open elections and a new system of lawmaking, everything has to be approved directly by him, anyway. Basically, he tries to sound like his country is making progress, but he is very happy to live in a medieval society where the king makes all the rules, women are property, and he answers to no one.”
“You weren’t kidding about the contradiction part,” said Cascaes.
“No, and Awadi is cut from the same cloth. Prince Abdul went to Princeton University to get his western education ten years ago. He becomes a huge baseball fan, and being the zillionaire that he is, he buys box seats to the Mets for his four years at college. You’ve played in his personal domed stadium—you see how fanatical he is about the game. Anyway, when he was in college, he’d take his new buddies to all the games by stretch limo. He totally loved being surrounded by the celebrities that have those kind of seats. He’s drinking beer, eating hotdogs that he knows aren’t one hundred percent beef, getting laid—a regular westerner. Except then he goes home, goes full-blown Sharia Law on everyone and marries three wives, pumps out nine kids that he doesn’t see because he has the boys in the madras and the girls home in burqas. He’s just like the emir—do as I say, not as I do. So while he’s selling oil and gas to the Americans and talking baseball, he’s also very content to see America and Israel annihilated.”
“I think I’m noticing a pattern,” said Cascaes sarcastically.
“Ya think?” added Mackey.
Kim continued, “So, we believe that the prince is financing operations with various terrorist groups, possibly with the knowledge of the emir. We don’t think the emir would be happy about an attack on the air base, but if it did happen and killed some Americans, he wouldn’t lose sleep over it either.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Cascaes.
“Yeah?” asked Dex.
“How about we use our planes at the airbase there and carpet bomb the whole fucking country.”
“I do not believe that would be considered good foreign policy by the current administration,” said Dex.
“It’s ridiculous,” said Cascaes.
“Typical Middle Eastern mentality, I’m afraid,” said Kim. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And they all change friends and enemies pretty routinely. We’re there because of three reasons: location, location, location. We like the base on the Gulf. We do business with them because we need the gas and oil. But we’re also well aware that their banking
“So we got a prince that loves baseball and an emir that digs soccer. Any Pashas over there like football? I’d like some seats on the fifty if you can work it out,” mumbled Mackey.
Cascaes ignored him. “So this emir, he’s one of the good guys?” asked Cascaes.
“I’m not finished,” she said with a smile. “So, while he’s being Mr. Friendly Businessman, he’s also openly supporting the Muslim Brotherhood, Hamas, and Hezbollah. We believe he funnels money to all of them. He also tells his own people that he supports Sharia Law, but it’s one of the only countries in the Middle East that allows pork and alcohol in designated areas. I’d bet a hundred bucks he drinks the world’s best wine and champagne in his palace with his two wives when no one’s looking. Now, while he’s telling his clerics he’s old school, he also changed the law and allowed women the right to vote and hold public office. Except, no woman holds public office because he appoints everyone, usually his family members. And, while he keeps talking about open elections and a new system of lawmaking, everything has to be approved directly by him, anyway. Basically, he tries to sound like his country is making progress, but he is very happy to live in a medieval society where the king makes all the rules, women are property, and he answers to no one.”
“You weren’t kidding about the contradiction part,” said Cascaes.
“No, and Awadi is cut from the same cloth. Prince Abdul went to Princeton University to get his western education ten years ago. He becomes a huge baseball fan, and being the zillionaire that he is, he buys box seats to the Mets for his four years at college. You’ve played in his personal domed stadium—you see how fanatical he is about the game. Anyway, when he was in college, he’d take his new buddies to all the games by stretch limo. He totally loved being surrounded by the celebrities that have those kind of seats. He’s drinking beer, eating hotdogs that he knows aren’t one hundred percent beef, getting laid—a regular westerner. Except then he goes home, goes full-blown Sharia Law on everyone and marries three wives, pumps out nine kids that he doesn’t see because he has the boys in the madras and the girls home in burqas. He’s just like the emir—do as I say, not as I do. So while he’s selling oil and gas to the Americans and talking baseball, he’s also very content to see America and Israel annihilated.”
“I think I’m noticing a pattern,” said Cascaes sarcastically.
“Ya think?” added Mackey.
Kim continued, “So, we believe that the prince is financing operations with various terrorist groups, possibly with the knowledge of the emir. We don’t think the emir would be happy about an attack on the air base, but if it did happen and killed some Americans, he wouldn’t lose sleep over it either.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Cascaes.
“Yeah?” asked Dex.
“How about we use our planes at the airbase there and carpet bomb the whole fucking country.”
“I do not believe that would be considered good foreign policy by the current administration,” said Dex.
“It’s ridiculous,” said Cascaes.
“Typical Middle Eastern mentality, I’m afraid,” said Kim. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And they all change friends and enemies pretty routinely. We’re there because of three reasons: location, location, location. We like the base on the Gulf. We do business with them because we need the gas and oil. But we’re also well aware that their banking
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