Our friend Chuck has some thoughts on Sammy's Super-Secret Impregnable Fortress Reichsbunker...OK, so the German designer says that nothing short of a nuclear weapon will bust this bunker.We'll see.
Everytime a bunker buster hits, dust floats down from the ceiling. Bric-a-brac falls off coffee tables. The noise is nerve wracking. The structure groans and moans. The doorframes and exits warp and stretch and wiggle.
After a while, that's got to wear on one's nerves, don't you think? We may never bust the bunker. But will the exits work? Will the people inside still be sane? And, will we ever find this secret bunker, or will it become a war time tale, like some of those surrounding Hitler's last days?
I wonder if Sammy is actually in his impregnable bunker, with Eva and Blondi the dog? The bad thing about Super-secret Impregnable Fortress Reichsbunkers is that you can't move them. What do you want to bet we know the address? If Sammy's in there, are we going to go visit? Is the entire remnant of the Republican Guard standing on the roof, guarding the entrance? If we have the blueprints, are we guarding the exits from the escape tunnels yet? What happens if we just call in the engineers and pave over all the entrances and exits?
I think if I was a ruthless evil dictator, I wouldn't hole up in Super-secret, etc. bunkers. I'd probably be more inclined to keep on the move. But then, not being a best-selling romance novelist and a real smart fellow, I'd probably have shaved off my moustache by now, and be bagging some rays on the Costa Brava, occasionally admiring my brand new passport, counting the number of zeros on the end of my bank balance, and trying to memorize my new name. |
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