Christopher Buckley spins a spot-on Jeeves and W. parody in the New Yorker:
“Dash it, Jeeves, the only exit strategy is victory.”“Yes, sir. So Dr. Kissinger keeps insisting. And yet, as the Bard would suggest, ripeness is all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“ ‘King Lear,’ sir. A play by the late Mr. Shakespeare.”
“Just spit it out.”
“As you may recall, sir, I had suggested replacing Mr. Rumsfeld before the election, rather than after.”
“Deuced good idea, Jeeves. See to it immediately. Walk him up the scaffold, and no blindfold. That’ll get us a few votes.”
We W.s are slow to anger, but, when the feeling comes, the ground around us trembles.
“If I may, sir?”
“What is it, Jeeves?”
“The election is over.”
“Oh. Dash it all, Jeeves, you might have told me.”
Oh my god, I had tears from laughing.
Posted by: Sasha at November 22, 2006 05:26 PM