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The Twelve Days of Halliburtonmas

Friday December 26, 2003

On the twelfth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: twelve no-bid contracts asmellin’. 

 

On the eleventh day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: eleven cost overruns arunnin’. 

 

On the tenth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: ten insurgents insurgin’. 

 

On the ninth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: nine CFOs acookin’. 

 

On the eigth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: eight tanker trucks overchargin’. 

 

On the seven day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: seven war profiteers aprofitin’. 

 

On the sixth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: six Pentagon auditors awhitewashin’. 

 

On the fifth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: five broken pipelines. 

 

On the fourth day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: four bawling Kurds. 

 

On the third day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: three French freezeouts. 

 

On the second day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: two dead doves. 

 

On the first day of Halliburtonmas, my true corporation gave to me: a chickenhawk in a date palm tree. 

 

James K. Sayre 

Oakland