So how are we feeling today, Saddam? Oh, a little achy in the throat area, huh? And otherwise a little cold and stiff. Well, being hanged by the neck until you are dead will do that to a person (don't click this if you can't stomach watching someone die). Of course, not a lot of people feel sorry for you, Saddam, what with all the Kurd-gassing you did, and the rape-rooms, and the rest of that not-funny shit - not to mention the fact that you had a relationship with Satan. All right, so the Satan part didn't actually happen, but it might as well have, right? I mean, when you fuck with the good old U.S.-of-A. (and more specifically any member of the Bush family not named Billy), you're the next thing to the devil (cause we control the media - haha screw you). Of course, lately, you'd become something of an after-thought, hadn't you? Sure, you tried forcing yourself back into the headlines by ranting and raving at your trial, but in the end it was all for nought - we had long-since put you on the back-burner, consumed as we were with our big election, and all the violence in your wacked-out country, and of course Britney's equipment (which you probably didn't get to see there in your cell - too bad for you). In the end, no one really cared that much, until you actually got snuffed, and even then you were little more than a distraction, a grim pre-New Year's diversion. Soon we'll all be drinking, and partying it up, and then 2007 will begin, and Britney will flash something, and some star will get liquored-up and say something stupid, and Lindsay Lohan will break one limb or another, and no one will even remember that you ever existed. Sad.
