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May 21, 2005 Saddam Hussein in his underwear is not a pretty sight. I didn’t realize he wore “whitey tighties.” It’s a nice look actually. Saddy and I have similar physiques only I don’t wear whiteys. I prefer the more muted colors offered at Wal-Mart. I’d like to visit with Saddam and see if he would consider a concert t-shirt instead of going buff. Buff is just not a look that men our age should present to the world. We should try to hide our bulging waistlines instead of announcing them. Everyone is up in arms about the picture that London’s Sun Newspaper exposed to the world. I’m not sure it wasn’t doctored. The undies looked too white, unless of course they’re new ones. Prisoners usually don’t have new undies. They’re stuck with whatever our fine government gives them. I think it’s a hoax. However, if it is not a hoax, the London Sun must be bored as hell with current news. Have they nothing better to publish? Who gives a good rat’s hat what Saddam wears? Not me. I wake up on Monday mornings and search my closet for something…anything to put on my back…except of course whitey tighties. Did I find any satisfaction seeing the man that some call the Butcher of Baghdad? No. I feel anger, anger for those that find this sort of sensationalism as something the world wants to view. I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing it and died just as comfortably. Sales must be down for the Sun and I hope they decline more.
Don’t get me wrong, I think the Butcher of Baghdad deserves to have his head lopped off just like his radical followers lopped off the heads of innocent people. But, do we need to stoop to such levels to make ourselves feel better? Do we need to act like a bunch of roadside bombers? I say we could better prove our point by stepping up our troop presence and finish the quagmire called Iraq once and for all. Major combat is “not” over and Osama still walks the mountainsides of Pakistan. As the famous comedian would say, “get-r-done.”
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