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December 30, 2006
Saddam Is Now With 72 Virgins
And surely, given his history here on earth, all of Saddam's virgins look like Helen Thomas:
Although I always have mixed emotions over the death penalty, and the end of anyone's life is always for someone a sad event - in this case Saddam's family, if there ever was a man that truly deserved death by hanging - it was Saddam Hussein.
And now it's over:
Via Spiegel Online:
Saddam was executed by handing before sunrise Saturday. The former Iraqi dictator, who was dressed in a black coat and trousers, struggled briefly after being handed over to his Iraqi executioners by American military guards. He was reported to have grown calm, however, as the moment of his death grew closer. He held a Koran as he was led to the gallows and refused to wear a hood over his head.Jules Crittenden says it's time to drink up:He was reported to have shouted "God is great. The nation will be victorious and Palestine is Arab," before the rope was put around his neck.
Iraqi television showed what it said was Saddam's body after the execution.
Hundreds of Shiite Muslims danced in the streets in Baghdad's Shiite enclave of Sadr City and others fired guns in the air to celebrate the dictator's death. The government did not impose a curfew, as it had done last month when Saddam was convicted. Meanwhile people in the Sunni-dominated city of Tikrit, once a Saddam power base, mourned his death.
So we're rid of him. Plenty of time later to contemplate the significance, the path forward, what it all means. This is just a moment to contemplate how much death and horror this man brought into the world. Hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of men, women and children dead because of him.Neil Macfarquhar says at the NYT that the hanging death of Saddam Hussein ended the life of one of the most brutal tyrants in recent history and negated the fiction that he himself maintained even as the gallows loomed-- that he remained president of Iraq despite being toppled by the American military and that his power and his palaces would be restored to him in time:The reports also indicate the witnesses to his execution danced around his body. CNN reports a witness described "fear on his face." Good. We already knew he was a coward, and we know how many deaths a coward dies.
I've filled my shot brass and raised it. Don't be shy about raising a glass yourself. The world is a better place rid of this filthy murderer.
If a man's life can be boiled down to one physical mark, the wrist of Mr. Hussein's right hand was tattooed with a line of three dark blue dots, commonly given to children in rural, tribal areas. Some urbanized Iraqis removed or at least bleached theirs, but Mr. Hussein's former confidants told The Atlantic Monthly that he never disguised his.Speaking of a village peasant trying to be a tribal leader on a grand scale, I wonder if Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has been following Sadaam's hanging; I have a feeling that he just may be the next nutcase to have a date with the gallows - sooner or later - and by his own people.Ultimately, underneath all the socialist rhetoric, underneath the Koranic references, the tailored suits and the invocations of Iraq's glorious history, Mr. Hussein was a village peasant trying to be a tribal leader on a grand scale.
Cross posted by Hyscience
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Posted by Richard at December 30, 2006 10:03 AM
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Hey, no fair. This dude owed us money. Back in the 1980s, when he was invading Iran, right up to when he invaded Kuwait, all the while he was killing and torturing and gassing - we Irish supplied his army with beef. Fucker copped out - when the Kuwait project went south - and he never came good on his bills.
Bet we're not the only ones got stiffed. Folks who sold him the chemicals and the gas, folks who sold him the helicopters that sprayed the gas - and I bet he didn't pay cash for all those weapons and ammo. We got stiffed, Mr Rumsfeld's people got stiffed, bet even Halliburton got stiffed. There's a downside to this, is what I'm saying
Posted by: larry at December 30, 2006 2:09 PM
If you look at the amateur video of Saddams Hanging there was handly any proffesionalism, George outsorced the killing to a bunch of petty hangmen,who could not even plan a better moment to do it than in this moment when the whole world is in its holist moment. Just like they used to do in Europe in the Middle Ages....what missed was a nice market scene.....with shouting beggers and " penner".
its a pity they
Posted by: pity at December 31, 2006 3:18 PM
Saddam should not been hanged... Sadam should have been fried at stake, to get an earlier start of hell before dying.
Posted by: Harald Schmidt at December 31, 2006 8:29 PM
The "George outsourced the killing" comment is a bit misplaced and naive - not really worthy of comment, so I'll be kind to the one who certainly isn't and hasn't "walked the walk" in the real world.
I do like Harald's comment though, the son of a bitch should have been shot - in the balls, and left to die. He never offered a gram of empathy, compassion, or mercy for his victims. Like Richard at Hyscience, I hate the death penalty, but this bastard deserved it.
Posted by: Mike in Iraq at January 1, 2007 10:51 AM
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!!!
I have returned, oh infidels! Oh defilers of all that is holy and sacred. Of all that is natural in our Muslim world. Of all that is....er...ah, um, excuse me...ehhhhh, ah, I just need to adjust my collar abit, harumphhh, ah, well, there we go.....now, where was I? Oh yes.....Oh debauchers of natural order, of ritual and rite, of order and lilted righteousness, if sacred sweet meats fell from heaven ahigh, you would complain they landed too near your boots.
Oh, what is the wastage of a few mere villages? Bah! A cleansing to be in thanks! And what thanks I received! Oh, ow....has anyone got a Robaxicet? Oooooch...that smarts. Allah shall avenge me, oh infidelic, psychedelic, go to hellick scoundrels of dank dusty ground! He will! He will! Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!!!!! (not to be confused with Hollywood cowboy and indian b-film stereotype of native of american war-cry). We were here first!!! Before the Bush, before the whites, before the american indian, before Templars and emperors and Judaism. We were here long before any of you. It is truth you are blind to see. This planet was ours and ours alone, and you all defiled it most...er...ah....defiledely....er....Debauchers of earth and order!!!! It is not I who will roast in the fires of an imaginative story posted by an influencial pre-rennaissance white european philosopher turned biblical scholar with political aspirations in cahoots with Bishops corrupted with controlling bent, in which the idea was abandoned but later resurrected some decades hence by equally ambitious connivers (I don't like competition). Yes! It is true that there is no 'devil', no 'hell'. It is all story created by very clever control freaks who knew exactly how to deliver mass-hysteria to a superstitious peoples in a darkened age. But there is my Allah, and there is my un-buggered harem of toight, toight, toight like a tiger depositories for my ever-flowing abundance of radiant, fecund, Allahjuice. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-yyyyyyyyyyesss!!!! OH YES!
Now that I have eased the burden of my concience somewhat, I thank you all for the wonderful following you politicians of white-supremist heritage have provided for my post-mortem posterity. Oh, yes, you have made me a legend in my own time, a name to remember in both reverence and fear for time immemorial...er....well...at least till the sun turns super-nova and the entire solar system is vaporised and spread across the galaxy like cosmic seasoning.
Alas!! You have ended my reign, but not before I had some fun on this forsaken and lonely sphere, and not before I had devised a device to enable my spirit to be reborne, recast in a parallel dimension. A trans-dimensional warp device of incalcuable complexity and infinite power. Bwaaa-ha-ha-a-haaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Fear not, infidels!!! I leave you to squabble over the muck and mire of your world, forever and ever (or at least until the sun grows so big it envelopes and absorbs the earth into its cataclysmic miasma--bwa-haha!), but rest assured (or not, I don't care), I am safely stowed upon some distant shore of pearl-white beach and glistening palm, every heed and command at my beck and call all tempered with mild tribulation to keep everything from becoming too seemy. Ah, yes, heaven cannot hold a candle to what I have found for eternity and beyond. I only regret that I could never get the upper hand with Osama and Bush alike. Ah, well. All's fair in love and war, is it not? And now, to admit my own hypocrisy, for I do love a poet of political bent and mid-seventies tacky but witty prime time american television offerings, I say goodbye, a goodbye I say, for it was William who craftily took charge of credit for adieu, adieu.....remember me, and likewise it is with no great dishonor that I salute you all for my time spent on this globe of patient inconsequence:
I'm so glad we had this time together...
Just to have a laugh and sing a song...
Seems we just get started, and before you know it...
'Comes the time we have to say...so...long...
Goodnight, everybody!!!
And remember, you may have stretched my neck, but at least I never had to work in concrete! Bwa-ha-haaaaaaaaa!
PS: (how is it a 'post-script' when there is no qulll to parchment? Ah..in many way I am glad to be free from that changeling globe and it's insatiable gluttony for it's own flesh and bone) I have chosen the most likely of anglo-saxon heritage to present this wraith's lamentations. It is either that or mayhaps I was too lazy to obtain a new email address under an oh-so-witty and not even slightly over done pseudonym.
Alas, I must go now. The do-worm drinks the piss off the mattress, or the dewworm sings his matin -- -er...it's all poppycock at any rate -- but I warn you fair, whomever, whatever you may be, to live your life in balance, of equal portions of joy and saddness, pleasure and sorrow, righteousnes and gentle misdeed.
I know of what I've done. Too proud to tuck my forelock, I am. If you want not the scourge of neighbor's law, or your own neck stretched beyond any reasonable chiropraptic usage, then I say unto you to bear up, and heed your selfish ways before it is too late.
Now mix me a fine pina-colada and fetch me a fresh un-buggered virgin from my harem, for I've a hankerin' for runnin' mah finger over a mite pretty mouth and gettin' in place beehind an' start twistin' them ears tills it squeels like a pig!! Yee-hawwwww!!!! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!
A-bwa-ha-ha!
Heh, heh.
Posted by: WRAITH OF SADDAM at April 14, 2007 4:17 AM
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