Plan 1003 was repeatedly updated and presented to Rumsfeld, and each time, according to the planner, Rumsfeld said, “You’ve got too much ground force - go back and do it again.” In the planner’s view, Rumsfeld had two goals: to demonstrate the efficacy of precision bombing and to “do the war on the cheap.” Rumsfeld and his two main deputies for war planning, Paul Wolfowitz and Douglas Feith, “were so enamored of ’shock and awe’ that victory seemed assured,” the planner said.
- From Seymour Hersh’s article in this week’s New Yorker
If History Had Been Populated With Rumsfelds…
The Trojan Pony - At the urging of General Rumsfeldopolis, a nearly life-sized papier mache pony is offered as a “gift” to the Trojans and left at the gate. The two Greek soldiers concealed inside suffocate and are discovered dead when the pony falls apart. Helen stays in Troy and makes the best of it.
The Ides of March. And April - Councilor Rumsfeldius supplies Brutus and his conspirators with lightweight balsa wood knives for their assassination. Caesar is badly bruised and dies 26 days later, leaving him ample time to identify his murderers to an angry Rome.
The Charge of the Very Light Brigade - Lord Cardigan rides out with his 13th Light Dragoons and 17th Lancers to lead a mad charge at Balaclava. At the advice of Sir Donald of Rum, however, Cardigan sends his men into the breach one at a time at 15 minute intervals. Guns to the right of them, guns to the left of them, each soldier is exterminated immediately by the puzzled but obliging Russian gunners. The “tactical onslaught” takes three and a half weeks and ends in the elimination of the Light Brigade, after which Alfred, Lord Tennyson commemorates the battle in his epic poem, “What the Hell Were They Thinking?”
The Normandy Excursion - In 1944, 24 U.S. Marines storm the beach at Normandy, wearing bathing suits and “deploying tactical chaise lounges and inviting cabanas.” Hitler is shocked but not particularly “awed,” and the expected “Axis Beach Party (or “B-Day”)” followed by an Allied sneak attack never materializes.





10 comments
Eva
April 1, 2003 at 2:34 pm
1Bravo on the “nearly life-sized papier mache pony”- Maybe Helen was better off in Troy anyway.
Ellen
April 1, 2003 at 3:32 pm
2This reminds me of what I vaguely remember learning about the American Revolution. Didn’t the British try to ’shock and awe’ us with their bright red uniforms and marching lines of troops? And didn’t we pick them off with hunting rifles from the protection of the forest? Oh, I so don’t know what I’m talking about, but bravo on work well done, as usual.
Terry
April 1, 2003 at 4:11 pm
3New fan to this-here blog… wonderful and hilarious. At this rate I’ll never do anything productive ever again.
Susan
April 1, 2003 at 4:30 pm
4Omigod! This made me snort with laughter. Thanks! ‘cept now I have to clean all that Diet Coke off my keyboard…..
lulu
April 1, 2003 at 4:33 pm
5Also a new visitor to your site. good blog.
Adam-
I am surprised you are not partaking in the National Make Fun of the Cheneys Day.
Where’s your spirit?
Terry
April 1, 2003 at 4:56 pm
6Yeah, what Lulu said. You still have time to make fun of them!
adam
April 1, 2003 at 5:13 pm
7Don’t get me wrong - I love making fun of the Cheneys. F’rinstance:
here, or here, or here….
If I have a free moment, I’ll see if I can come up with something. But the rest of the web’s doing a fine job of it, and I have a mountain of work ahead of me (yeah, I know, poor, poor guy, havin’ to write comedy all day…).
George
April 1, 2003 at 6:09 pm
8Pearl Harbor-A Day Quickly Forgotten
Admiral Rumomoto overides the plans of the War Council and orders the 4 aircraft carriers headed to Hawaii to return to Japan. The American naval base at Pearl Harbor is attacked by the prototype of the Fuiji blimp. One American sailor sustains a small ouchy when hit by a new “lightweight” camera hurled from the blimp by a Japanesse airman screaming, “Cheese Cheese Cheese”.
Don
April 1, 2003 at 6:24 pm
9It all sounds like “Shuck and Jive” to me.
Cathy
April 1, 2003 at 7:39 pm
10Very funny and weirdly appropriate.I do feel like I have been living in an Alternative History novel ever since this debacle began.