This photo from Reuters, the world's best news source, shows a new craze which has hit Toronto in Canada. It's called pillow-fighting and, though we all did it as kids, it is now an attraction which brings eager women contestants who try to beat up on each other to the cheers of ever-increasing audiences. The winners get cash prizes! The people promoting it hope to form it into a League which eventually may rival the Stanley Cup (an ice hockey tournament which involves Canada and the U.S).
Now my quirky mind, upon seeing this photograph, looked for other possibilities. Bear with me for a moment: could you imagine Bush and Armadinejad going hell for leather instead of the two girls?
Well, all right, I concede that it requires a bit of a stretch given Bush's cowardly nature but surely it's better than the two of them beating up on each other with nukes? What about Chavez and Cheney then? No! Of course, Cheney has a dicky heart! Some unkind people think either he's got no heart or the heart of a Rottweiler. Well then, how about a scantily-dressed Rice and Clinton (the Hilary part)? Now I can tell you are beginning to warm to this idea.
Instead of war we could have pillows at dawn! Instead of armaments, factories could churn out pillows! There could be kosher pillows for Jews, thrice-blessed pillows for Catholics, east-facing pillows for Muslims, 100 dollar note-filled pillows for the rich, rabbit fur-filled pillows for the poor, bullshit-filled pillows for politicians, pillows which lean to the right for media proprietors, pillows which lean to the left for unionists, pillows which float for those from low-lying countries, down-filled pillows for those on an upper, the scope is endless...
Once the idea took hold, we could get rid of all weapons, the whole bloody lot! If there was a confrontation, say between Olmert and the leader of Hamas, a neutral referee could be appointed, say an Eskimo or a Hottentot, an area could be cleared, pillows checked for suicide bombs or American missiles or Bibles or Korans, then, when the bell rings, out they come swinging. The last man standing is declared the winner and, as we all know, to the winner go the spoils.
Folks, my idea could save our world from extinction. I wonder should I patent it?