GG Pakistan.

Good game Pakistan. GG, which is what we gamers usually type after we've completely dominated someone on the gaming front, and is what I feel compelled to type and submit to President Pervez Musharraf after listening to American Presidential candidates talk about the future of this country. Presidential hopefuls, especially Democratic candidates, love to stress their strengths in foreign policy by discussing what needs to happen to the parts of Pakistan harboring and training terrorists that are later sent into Afghanistan to fight American troups.

While watching the New Hampshire Presidential Debates I was just tickled to listen to Hilary Clinton say the following,

I think it's imperative that any actionable intelligence that would lead to a strike inside Pakistan's territory be given the most careful consideration, and at some point -- probably when the missiles have been launched -- the Pakistani government has to know they're on the way.

This is in general reference to launching pinpoint strikes against terrorist cells, but I couldn't help imagining this conversation actually playing out:

Musharraf: Just a minute hamshira, daddy needs to answer the phone. (Clears throat) Hello?
Clinton: Pervy! How's it hanging, been a little while since I last called. How're the little ones?
Musharraf: Hillary, what a surprise! Things are going beautiful at home, my granddaughter is crawling! Can you believe it!?
Clinton: They grow up so fast you know! Before you know it they'll be old enough to receive off-color remarks about their physical appearances...
Musharraf: ...
Clinton: I'm sorry Pervy, as you can tell I'm still a little bitter. That's not what I called. Listen, about how you've been running the government...
Musharraf: I've been meaning to call you about that. Listen, I know I just delayed elections AGAIN and fired my fourth set of Supreme Court justices but things are hectic down here! You wouldn't believe...
Clinton: Pervy, Pervy, Pervy...if I needed to hear bold face lies I'd attend marriage therapy with my husband. People are pressing me to crack down on this situation...you know how much we value the Democratic process here in the states (stifled giggle)...and we just can't do this anymore...
Musharraf: I don't understand, I can still fix this...
Clinton: No actually you can't Pervy...the decisions been made already, in fact that's what this phone call is about. A PATRIOT missile is headed right for your house and we're just giving you a courtesy call to tell you what's up...
Musharraf: (scrambling in background)
Clinton: It's no use to try and gather the family and run Pervy, you have five minutes tops to escape. And by the way, we slashed the tires to your car, sank your boat, cut the power to your house, and killed your dog.
Musharraf: Biscuit!? Why'd you kill Biscuit!?

Clinton: I'm sure there was a reason for that...hold on...(ruffles through pages)...it's somewhere in this raw data...you know what? I'll get back to you on that. But I really have to go. I don't want Barrack to catch me using the Oval Office phone again, he was pretty peeved after last time...(click)
Musharraf: (whimper)