Howzzat

Howzzat
It’s been an eventful time. It was the 20th death anniversary of Princess Diana. I’ve heard she regularly haunts Prince Charles. Talk about haunting, the North Koreans have unveiled their hydrogen bomb. Kim Jong Il should name it after himself – Fat Man – because it weighs 100 kilotons, not Little Boy like the Yanks’ first atom bomb.

Also in the last few weeks, everyone’s gone to London. I asked my minder: “how come Nawaz and Shahbaz and Sheikh Rashid can go to London and I can’t?” “Because you haven’t got clearance”, my minder reminded me. “How come they’ve got clearance and I haven’t?” I whined. My minder looked long and hard at the cracks in the ceiling, then explained to me patiently: “They. Never. Asked. For. Clearance.”

So, I decided not to ask for clearance and proceeded to London. Once there, I was immediately asked why I never asked for clearance. I apologized profusely and asked if there was anything I could do to make up for my naughtiness. I was given a few suggestions, regarding how I should begin a campaign to rehabilitate General Musharraf’s image (he’s been declared an absconder in the Benazir Bhutto murder case). I immediately announced that my next campaign is going to be called “Stop Cruelty To Former Dictator”, allied with “It is Treason To Hold The Unaccountable Accountable”.

Another noteworthy recent occurrence is the BRICS summit in which even China has called out the Lashkar-e-Tayba, the Jaish-e-Muhammad and the Haqqani Network as “terrorist outfits”. Imagine, actually naming His Holiness Hafiz Saeed. And All Saints Jalaluddin Haqqani and Black Bushy Beard What’s-his-name Masood Azhar. This has brought a very bad name to Their Holinesses who hitherto enjoyed a sterling reputation for probity, honesty, uprightness, trustworthiness and meticulous scrupulousness in all their dealings with everyone all over the world.