Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. The image of...
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. The image of oil-company stooges gets slapped around but good when Scream and the boys are assigned to protect pipeline workers in a story line swiped from Fahrenheit 9/11. After complaining about how guards in a private security firm make $30,000 a month doing the same thing they do (oddly, there was no mention of Dubya's cut of American troops' combat pay), the squad enters a village where the inhabitants don't really care for Western types, especially if they're oil drillers. These folks would fall over themselves to shoot J.R. But that doesn't deter an oil-company stooge from trying to impose democracy on them, which only serves to turn an imam's wife intp an outcast. Goaded by Mr. Oil Stooge, the woman has the nerve to suggest that the Americans should build a school for their village rather than a mosque. That's when Tariq's BS detector starts to go off. He quotes Jake Gittes from Chinatown ("You think you know what's going on, but
