Saddam Hussein is Alive and Well!!!

I am so very torn at this moment. I'm watching CNN as the reporters discuss the imminent execution of Saddam Hussein. I'm watching as they actually chuckle and practically wager on the possibility that the "Butcher of Bagdad" will be executed prior to the onset of a Muslim holiday commemorating the event where Abraham nearly sacrificed his son Ishmael in obedience to a command from G-d (even though it was really Abraham's son Isaac). They keep flashing pictures and videos of Saddam pointing his finger at the tribunal.

They keep showing him laughing while he was in control of Iraq. I can see, in my minds eye, a fictitious scene where by some strange turn of time and natural events I might have been taken captive by the government of Iraq. It is not difficult for me to envision Saddam walking into my holding cell, a dank, dark, morbid room in some far away dessert dungeon, and with not so much as a flick of his crooked finger and a muttering of unintelligible Arabic, he orders my execution with less than any kind of describable consideration.

I can see him walking away, not even laughing about my demise because I don't amount to a grain of basmati rice on the lunch plate he summons as he climbs the spiral staircase up and out of the last vision my all too mortal eyes are destined to behold. The fact of the matter is, what I just described would have been a heavenly death sentence compared to the actual executions that hundreds of thousands of souls experienced at the whim of this brutal thug.

There is an old expression that goes, "A murderer kills one man. A conqueror kills one hundred thousand." But what is the term for the ones who kill the one who killed one hundred thousand? My fear is that we return full circle to the beginning. I can't help but think that our (the world) barbaric demand that this demonic creature be brought to death before us signifies in no uncertain terms the terrible truth of the matter; that we are each and every one of us, jointly, and severally, evolved with regard to the qualities of compassion and mercy to much the same degree as an amoeba has evolved to the state of being conscious. As I must count myself as one in the tally, there is a self realization that saddens me beyond words. I recall that there is a psalm that states that ignorance is bliss. The psalm that follows states that knowledge is sorrow.

I sat and thought about the last two paragraphs and their ramifications for a long, long while. Long enough, in fact, that time passed from Saddam facing imminent execution to the announcement that he had been executed and the long reign of terror, the era of the madman Hussein had finally come to an end. There was dancing in the streets as the formerly oppressed populace who had lived under the thumb of this ogre felt for the first time in their lives the true feeling of real justice being served and honest to goodness real life freedom with a capital "F".

Then, a single thought filled my mind like an 800 pound bucket of mayonnaise. And the thought was...BULLSHIT!

BULLSHIT! I say it again! I am listening to CNN and the other media, and I'm on the internet as well. Am I really supposed to believe that a man who will surely become an instant martyr to millions; a man who considered himself to be the modern savior of the Islamic people; a man who was the unchallenged and unquestionable supreme high lord and commander of the country of Iraq and what was purportedly the world's fourth largest standing army; a man who was captured with only a couple of hundred million U.S.

Dollars in his possession after being in control as a dictator of one of the richest oil producing countries in the world since 1979 - one of the most corrupt places on the face of the plant too, I might add - am I really expected to believe that well into the first day of the second most holy day in the Islamic year, this political giant of an overlord was simply handed over to the Iraqi authorities, who can't even keep a police department together, and with solemn dutiful and unwavering commitment, those Iraqi officials acted beyond reproach and led Mr. Hussein to the cold, stark gallows where, beyond the reach of greed and avarice, the executioner placed a noose around his neck, dropped the lever and hanged him?

BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

They pay suicide bomber's families the equivalent of $25,000.00 and promise 72 vestal virgins to the stupid sacks of butt puss who all too eagerly strap on a load of TNT and go blowing themselves and a few other people, usually clueless fools who are having coffee, to smithereens. But the guy who had a palace on every street corner; the guy who had been skimming billions of dollars off of the top of Iraq's GNP since 1979, this guy just got his ass hung because all of a sudden he was surrounded by peers with character and integrity and the overpowering drive to do the right thing? Oh, and on top of that, even though we've seen these mother f*(king bastards literally cut the heads off of hostages in full flaming color, and even though executions by hanging are as common as 7-11s with night managers named Ali, I'm supposed to buy into the notion that a public viewing or uncut recorded tape of the execution would have just been to graphic for the weak constitutions of the peoples of the world - My ample ass. And...

BULLSHIT!

I may have been willing to buy into the crap about not being able to find a nearly seven foot tall terrorist with kidney failure traveling with a huge entourage and a digital satellite phone like the ones that get triangulated 50 times a day when they are owned by small time meth cooks in the U.S.. I may have been willing to accept the fact that we couldn't get to Bin Laden even though the tallest, or second tallest building in the capitol city of Saudi Arabia was built by the Bin Laden group, and even though George Bush senior stayed with Bin Laden's daddy when he visited Saudi Arabia while still in office.

Yes, damn it! I am that naïve. But please don't try to make me believe that a billion dollar Bedouin bad guy was hung in private during a holiday that forbids such transgressions. Please don't tell me that after this many years of things going ass backward and snafu'd like a mother, that all of a sudden, or shall I say, "Saddam", everything went just according to plan and perfect. Don't do that. Try this instead...

SUCK THE PUSS FROM MY GANGRENOUS WOUNDS!

Then, picture this...

As the sun sets on another day in the country of Yemen, in a small placid, peaceful village far from the hustle and bustle of any cosmopolitan centre, an oddly American looking man dressed in local garb is surrounded by villagers who insist that although old Mr. al-Harik Aziz bears a striking resemblance to the profit Saddam Hussein, it is only a resemblance, and Mr. al-Harik Aziz has lived in the palace, or rather, really, really, really, big house at the end of the road for at least 8, 9, 12, 5, no 21, or 30 years at least. Really.

Suck it hard, and swallow.