My, my but the White House is in full spin about the Saddam hanging, where the only things that went well were the trap an' the rope.
Saddam was physically out of American custody for less than the twenty minutes it took to walk him down the hall in the basement of the prison and hang him. His body was immediately reclaimed by our armed MP's, whisked away before the Dawa Dawgs -- who were singing and dancing by then -- could whip out their pocket knives and trouser snakes an' what else to, umm, make their mark upon the occasion.
Americans are keen to maintain human dignity, ya see.
All too late, too late. In those twenty minutes, the top dawgs in the Dawa Party staged a frat boy lynching worthy of drunk an' hooded Klansmen in the Georgia Pine Barrens on a summer Saturday night.
Ya know what's just the cutest? I'll betcha that the two dozen Dawa Dignitaries assembled in the chamber solemnly informed the American sergeants fetching them their victim that none of them were carrying cell phones, cameras, pocket knives, spray paint, permanent markers, lipstick, polka dot boxers or any of those goofy looking Groucho Marx eyeglass n' nose things, neither.
"No sir. None of that. We are dignitaries."
Jeebus H! It's damned lucky things didn't really get rolling in there, or the whole world would be watching a GENUINE snuff film this morning, something straight outta Jeffrey Dahmer's little corner of hell. There weren't any brakes on that train, brother. If those America sergeants hadn't been on the ball, well . . .
So what's to fix? The Americans found Saddam in a hole, and now they've put him in another hole. We could always dig him up and do it right next time, but no -- this is probably one of those videos that will remain a one hit wonder.
The lasting damage is that the Dawa Crew has introduced itself to the world as hard core gangsta. These aren't Kool Kidz, these aren't Chamber of Commerce or City Father types in anyone's view, not any more. These dudes are vicious, the kind who will take an electric drill to your skull before they shoot you. These mofos are tight with their own street, and no one else, no one else.
Even Dubya's best friends have got to be thinking that this couldn't have gone worse. Only the Keystone Kops did physical comedy better. Except this wasn't comedy, it was the high point of our American Empire. That's the show. This is what you got to see for your nickel, John Q.
There just doesn't seem to be an upside to any of this, anymore. I hope George Dubya got what he wanted out of it, and used a tissue afterwards.