End of an Era - Beginning of an Era
So Saddam is done.
I sort of expected to feel something other than this…I don’t know kind of blech feeling. I mean they HUNG the guy - how very dark ages. "They ended his life the way he ended so many others". Dunno…I think it’s sort of an anticlimactic. How about feeding him some hallucinogens and letting him deal with his dead demons and perhaps showing him videos of people having their heads cut off with dull knives BEFORE giving him the electric chair? Did he suffer? I don’t think so. Did the folks he had murdered and tortured - you betcher ass they did. And their families. But am I blood thirsty about this? No - I just think his death served no purpose other than to keep him from ever taking power again. It seems a vast majority of these people we "freed" don’t really WANT to be freed or they are assinine enough to think that if they remain LOYAL they won’t be murdered and their families will be safe and they may get rewarded if he or his cronies step back into office. *shrug* Freakin’ tribal mentality. I do wonder, however, how he feels now that he has "reached Allah" and discovered that his virgins are not waiting for him and that there is a special place reserved for animals like him and it AIN’T at the side of Allah as a martyr.
My main concern now is my husband. There are some out of control freaks there who REALLY wanted him (Saddam) released back out into the mainstream of the general public and they are dealing with some twisted britches about his death. Folks over there bomb shit when their britches are in a twist. It’s freaking amazing to me how folks over there preach about how Muslims are a peaceful lot and their response to EVERYTHING it seems is to murder as many around them as they can before taking themselves out. Here they are given a chance to live life FREE, have their daughter’s educated, never worry about saying whatever is on their minds lest their families be put to slow gruesome deaths, and they are KILLING people because of it. The desert surely warps the mind. So long as they don’t take my husband with them I say let them kill themselves and when the smoke rises and the fighting stops, clean up and let God start all over there…what a waste.
And the really sad part? There are some truly happy and grateful folks there who are finally free and finally living without day to day fear. These people are delighted - and they are dying too. These were the people my husband went over there to help. That’s the true tragedy. Those who really value freedom and have finally been handed a chance…it’s being taken away yet again by these radical idiots who aren’t happy unless there is suffering and dying in the streets and behind closed doors. I’d say "Kill’em all and let God sort’em out." but there are people there who truly deserve our efforts - the children - the ones who have wished for the freedom to live and laugh and love…so we hope we can sort it out and then my husband comes home safe and sound. ‘Cause if they hurt HIM they are going to have ME to deal with…
Even if he DID forget me for Xmas.
