Well, they've got Saddam. Bush's evil twin has been smoked out of his rat hole, just like the gunslinger said he would be. Well, actually he said the rat that bombed the trade center would be the one we would smoke out. And we know that wasn't Saddam, it was Osama, wasn't it? Ah, well, who's keeping score at this point? Rat catching's not an exact science, after all.
As they showed a video tape of a doctor poking and prodding the beleaguered s.o.b. to a roomful of cheering army personnel, the bloodlust was almost palpable. I'm sure it was equally palpable around a good many firesides in America, as we watched it played over and over and over on the news. Every time I switched the channel, there was old Saddam again with his mouth gaped open like a horse under inspection. Or getting nits picked out of his hair.
I suppose it's inevitable. The one who "got Saddam" will win the next election. I look for a dismal year of gory nationalism leading up to a big finish--an execution set for mid-October. That will give FOX News a good three weeks to replay the execution over and over and over before the election.
Here's a little something maybe we could all use right now.
Sometimes
Sheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
the sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
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