(Bingle) Ingram and the Amazonian pygmie (sized*) [*author's note: the author does not wish to be defamatory to the famous African pygmie tribes by using their proper name as a generalized adjective for short height-ed-ness] chieftain... escaped the Law after shooting their way through many policemen and escaping thru an air-con duct into an adjoining building and from there perilously jumping from buildings to buildings while intensely dramatic music played in the man-as-laughingstock-common-culture of the time........ their violent murders, whilst unpunished in this lifetime, would bring about an entire lifetime spent in a harsh society in a future lifetime..... nevertheless, (Bingle) Ingram went on with her television/journalistic career, it was a little surreal looking law-enforcement officers like FBI agents in the face during live-interviewers knowing she had killed so many policemen, she had even covered the murders a little covering for some Geraldo employee that was sick (or said they were sick for the sake of a resty-poos)....
her romance with the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain continued, and, just as she had vowed to herself, she helped him change, so that he no-longer wanted to be violent bloody-thirsty and primitive killer..... 'education and nurture is everything,' said (Bingle) Ingram to herself.....
soon the time to mate had come and the two discussed what kind of specimen of humanity the two would like to breed, for the greater glory of God and mankind......
'Well, being that I am South American (from the Amazons) and you are North American, from the sweeping plains east of the great lakes, our boy, for a girl we must surely slaughter upon birth, our boy will certainly be an American,' said the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain.
'Well that is wonderful because I always shunned the notion of being only one of four wives to a Saudi Sultan and raising my offspring in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia,' said Ingram.
'Well, we needn't worry about that... now, what kind of child should we rear?' asked the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain.
'He should be strong in mind and body, his mind should be carefully trained but at the same time he should not be a sissy-boy, so we will make him do manly things like wrestling of football,' said Ingram.
'Soccer?' asked the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain wistfully.
'Maybe a little fuBbol too,' said Ingram in the German style.
'What do you mean by, not a wimp?' asked the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain.
'Well just that he shouldn't be a flaming homo pansy I guess, I mean if we raise him here in America, we'll just blame all the little countries like Afghanistan and Iraq for being girly while we buddy up with our allies in Europe, the Brits,' said Ingram.
'So by having proxy wars with small and defenceless Nations like Iraq and Vietnam, you can externalize all of your issues and just blame some other Nation for everything, thus preventing yourselves as a Nation perceiving yourself as weak or cowardly?' asked the ever-cleverer Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain.
'Exactly, that's exactly right! But if you go to the extreme of verbalizing that, then you're a horrible liberal,' explained Ingram.
'I see, I see,' said the Amazonian (pygmie-sized) village chieftain.
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