From the Moronic To the Ridiculous

Kofi Annan might be in trouble after all.

The committee probing the U.N. oil-for-food program announced Tuesday it will again investigate Secretary-General Kofi Annan after an e-mail suggested he may have known more than he claimed about a multimillion-dollar U.N. contract awarded to the company that employed his son.

The e-mail describes a brief encounter in which officials from the Swiss company Cotecna Inspections S.A. discussed its bid for the contract during a summit in Paris in late 1998. Through his spokesman, Annan said he had no recollection of such a meeting.

If accurate, the e-mailed memo would contradict a major finding the Independent Inquiry Committee made in March - that there wasn't enough evidence to show that Annan knew about efforts by Cotecna, which employed his son Kojo, to win the Iraq oil-for-food contract.

We shall indeed see.

By the way...

...if keen humor was boxing, Air America Minnesota's Wild Wendy would be Jean-Pierre Coopman.

In re the Oil For Food scandal, I heard a "song" on Ms. Wilde's show the other day, "Hey Normie Coleman", done to the tune (or close enough to the tune so that my skills as a forensic musician, though taxed, were sufficient) of "Mister Postman". I'm not sure if it was "sung" by Ms. Wilde, her "producer", or if it was sent in by a tone-deaf fan with no sense of rhythm or pitch. Sounding like it was "sung" to a cheap drum machine and a '70's-era Kimball Fun Machine organ, it was pretty much the trifecta; horrible musicianship, lousy production (I think they repeated the same verse three times. That's verse, not chorus), and, as if it mattered, lousy logic (the "song" claims George Galloway is a good, honest fella and that Coleman should just call the whole thing off, although it bothers to give no reasons for it, on the off chance that the singer's voice, thread-bare, thin and tuneless, could carry such a message).

On the Dick Clarke scale of 0 to 100, I give it a zero because, incredibly, it's not even as danceable as the vile 1976 cover by the Captain and Tenille, much less the Beatles' cover or the original by the marvelous Marvelettes.

However, it does bid one to notice that it is high time the NARN got into the music business.

Stay tuned.

Posted by Mitch at June 14, 2005 06:19 PM | TrackBack