- Hi, stupid assad, though I'm just a professional
litigator (讼棍), I still know how to do the math, let me tell
you, your days are numbered.
- Hi, smart ass, thanks a lot. I've also bought
calendars for you and the entire crew in your regime, your
days are all numbered.
- All? That was a big effort, hie!
- Not really. Firstly, your days are short,
and secondly, your people are just 1% in the population.
Then she came, she saw, and she was outraged: "Who
are you talking to?"
"Stupid assad," replied smart ass.
"I'm so disgusted," condemned she.
"What you did was a travesty, and you will have to be
responsible for the possible failure of my marriage, for
the possible quicken of my aging, for the possible shorten
of my longevity."
"But, he was just exchanging gifts with
us, and now both his and our days are numbered, isn't that
quite handy for all of us?"
"Listen, smart ass!" She stately
walked to a sofa and majestically sat down. "Assad is
an ouster who won't remain in this world long. I don't know
about you, but I know what I want. I don't wanna be a bitch;
I wanna be a witch, which means to live forever. To achieve
this we'll have to work with the friends of a democratic
Syria around the world ..."
"Democratic Syria, you mean the opposition
to the regime, like the #occupiers in the US?"
"Nonsense, that's different! Syria's regime-occupiers
are armed with rockets and machine guns and killed scores
of government troops, while America's street-occupiers are
armed with banners and cardboard and are beaten in scores
by government police ..."
"They're all opposing the regime, aren't
they? So they are all troublemakers ..."
"You fool, smart ass, those regime-occuupiers
in Syria armed with heavy weapons are civilians and freedom
fighters; those street-occupiers in USA armed with colourful
flags are mobs
and terrorists, gotta?" Clinton said, solemnly,
in Sofia, sorry, in sofa.