It seems as if the press has gotten ahold of some journal entries from yesterday’s plastic hostage drama. The entries offer an intriguing view into the thought processes of our action figures in uniform:
19 January 2005: The Slinky betrayed us. I should have known. I never trusted him. He was an unstable character, always going back and forth, back and forth, never showing a shred of backbone. “Come, senor, I know the way to the insurgents’ headquarters,” he rasped. The fact that he was an Arab toy speaking with a stereotypical Spanish accent should have tipped me off. But hindsight is always 20/20. Literally. I can turn my head 360 degrees.
Heh. Go read the whole thing. And then go read why this story means we’ve already won the war on terror.
