Doug Giles

The other night I was watching the tube, trying to stay semi-lucid with what was happening in our world. After I got comfortably briefed by a combo of South Park, the TV Guide Channel and Steve Colbert, I surfed over to Hannity and Colmes, and what I saw and heard was so staggering it made me spit wine all over my TV. And I haven’t had wine in a year.

Hannity stated that Iranian President Ahmadinejad was going to visit New York and address the UN later this month. Huh? Did I miss something? Did I wake up from my three-hour afternoon power siesta in an alternate universe? Is the President of the United States a 7’0” bald white guy with an eye patch that wears a Star Trek uniform and carries a hairless cat named Mr. Bigglesworth? Are there flying cars? Is the planet being run by damned dirty apes?!?

When I heard H&C state than Iran’s Lancelot Link was going to be on US soil, I had the same feeling I had when I heard Clinton tell us all that oral sex wasn’t sex. Substitution mass confusion clouded inside my head. I scratched my skull so hard and so long I’ve now got a half-dollar size bald patch just above my right ear.

The kicker was, in addition to the announcement that Iran’s irascible chief is planning to come here this month, his equally odd predecessor, Mohammad Khatami, is already here tooling around the States, giving speeches at Harvard, desecrating the National Cathedral and shopping at The Gap, etc.

I couldn’t believe it. What’s next? Courtney Love opens up Eagle Forum’s fall conference with the song, “Loaded”? Al Gore is to do H2 Hummer commercials? Beelzebub to keynote the South Baptist convention? Someone pinch me, or get me some Jose Cuervo and a big doobie.

After I shook off the initial shock of that preliminary quixotic moment, the next thing that came to my mind was, “we’ve should capture these tyrannical West hating nuke seeking bastards while they’re here.” Yes, that’s it. “Thank you, Lord . . . muchas gracias, Señor, for delivering a couple of our enemies into our hands.” Now, let’s ship their skinny butts over to Gitmo, and see what Iran’s does about that.

Subsequent to that segment with Sean and Allan, I started racing around the other news networks to see if I could get more poop regarding the Iranian President’s forthcoming little US holiday. Everyone was talking about it, and most of the liberal talking heads seemed pretty cool with it. This made me feel strange and reflective, which has led me to this. I’ve got to confess something publicly: I need the liberals’ help.

Doug Giles

Doug Giles is the Big Dawg at and the Co-Owner of The Safari Cigar Company. Follow him onFacebook and Twitter. And check out his new book, Rise, Kill and Eat: A Theology of Hunting from Genesis to Revelation.