On the ground, in Kandahar, Mohammed Karzai sat in his Kandahar office... outside his window stood a humble and simple water fountain, it was very old and still delivered a useful trickle of water -- legend had it it was built in the time of Alexander the Great when he founded the city and at the very site where he decided he would found a city there...
above President Karzai hung his family's coat-of-arms: a car with two eyes for headlights like in the animated movie 'cars', only one eye was covered up with an eye-patch and the banner beneath it read: 'Car's eye' and the Afghan transliteration: Karzai....... this had been the Karzai family coat-of-arms since the day of Alexander the Great.......
the previous night was a bitch, another party at the American Embassy in Kabal, and yet again, the Ambassador's wife, Ju-Ju Binx Connie Jung or whatever her name was had stolen all the cream puffs and left him eating pitted dates and figs --- figo!
as Karzai sat in the early afternoon, when the body's natural circadian rhythms were at their sleepiest, when Spain and Malta traditionally celebrated their daily societal shutdown by closing businesses, eating lunch and having a long rest before opening for business again, in contradistinction to the rest of the world... he sat thinking of the 2nd, 3rd and 4th wives of Afghanistan that were mutating into giant killer ants that squirted acidic skin-burning liquid from their newly grown mouth claws:
they are the real heroines of this country, he thought, not the sluts from the international coalition, not the purified opium extract sold around the world as high-level Afghan heroin, no, the real heroines were clearly those giant killer ants...
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