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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Solon who wrote (42523)	1/22/2002 10:19:42 AM
From: J. C. Dithers	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Solon, shyster lawyer for the Emperor. (A play in one act. The time is August, 1945) Emperor: Honorable Solon, we need to get a declaration of peace from the Allies with the understanding that the said declaration does not comprise any demand which prejudices the prerogatives of His Majesty as a Sovereign Ruler. Solon: No problemo, Emp. Leave it to me. While I'm at it, I'll even get you a gold-plated guarantee that they won't humiliate, dishonour, try, or execute you. I won't even charge you extra for that. (Later) Solon: How ya doin, Emp? Did I say I'd take care of you, or what? I GOT IT, MAN. Here it is, gold-plated, iron-clad, pure as your mother's milk: "From the moment of surrender the authority of the Emperor and the Japanese Government to rule the state shall be subject to the Supreme Commander of the Allied powers who will take such steps as he deems proper to effectuate the surrender terms. Emperor: Honorable Solon. It says my authority to rule is subject to the Supreme Commander; er, doesn't that prejudice my prerogatives as ruler? Doesn't that dishonour and humiliate me? Solon: Emp, Baby, smell the coffee! You still get to wear the robes, you can still pick out your own suits, you get to live in a big palace, I got it all for you, Kid! Now don't start getting picky over a few stupid little details. Emperor: I know I should be grateful, Honorable Solon. But, er, where does it say that they won't try me, or execute me? Solon: Emp, you're driving me nuts here! It doesn't have to say it, it's obbb---viii--ousss!!! We're trying to save paper here, Emp -- don't you know there's a war on? I got you a deal here, Kid. Now just go out in your garden and smell the roses. MacArthur may be calling you any minute. Oh, by the way, Kid, here's my bill. The End.