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It is the morning of Oct.12, and the clock

  • It is the morning of Oct.12, and the clock is striking seven. As usual, I'm at the center of this city - Intersection 24. "This section has been blocked..." A big loudspeaker on a

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  • lamppost said. My officer turned on the Guerra Positioning System. "Hannibal, sir, it says there's an alternate route to the Punic Wars through the Alps." This re-enactment was

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  • lagging because someone had injected all the fruit with Bacardi 151. The elephants coming out of the Alps and people playing the Roman soldiers wobbled

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  • nearly stumbling off the mountain. The first annual Punic War Reinactment was headed for disater. The drunk elephants caused avalanches to ski chalets below. The Hannibal actor saw

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  • his life flash before his eyes as he crashed headfirst into a crate full of Roman-style weaponry. The Actors hired to play Zues and his trashy daughter Venus started necking. Punic

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  • style morals! The actor playing Zeus started screaming. A split appeared in his skull, a flash of light and Athena, armed to the teeth emerged. I grabbed a javelin. It was a prop

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  • javelin, but Athena was just a special effect goddess, so we were on even ground. Zeus was busy birthing a baby Dionysus from his thigh (gods sure had weird sex lives) - where was

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  • the umbilical cord? No not there...Zeus shifted my attention slightly left & I watched in amazement as the God of Wine, Maddness & Ecstasy emerged from his muscular thigh. Dionysus

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  • emerged from the lustful heavenly noise and gripped the God of Wine very hard

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  • and shook him and shook him, then shook him until he was dizzy, then tossed him clear off the mountain. Turned out Dionysus was a fat alkie with no tolerance for a rage fit.

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