Saturday, December 30, 2006

Saddam

Hussein was executed, supposedly. Doesn't it seem like a fake story? What's odd to me is that he was executed for acts of severe inhumanity and murder, yet so many innocent Iraqis are dying because of Bush. How is one of them right and the other wrong? Just because Bush isn't standing in Baghdad with a machine gun, firing away, doesn't mean I don't blame him for the increase in insurgency, suicide and car bombing and sectarian violence.

A bit of sweet irony: Bush was forced to say something nice about Ford the day after his death, and on that same day, some reporter came out with an interview transcript or whatever stating that Ford was totally anti-Iraq invasion, calling it a BIG MISTAKE and whatnot. Heh. I think that alone cancels out the whole "pardoning of Nixon" blooper. Besides, I sort of find his clumpsy reputation a little endearing. Gerald Ford: Most Likely to Slip on a Banana Peel.

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Blogger Buca said...

Sorry... I meant to say welcome back.

I served for Saddam in his army as an undercover agent. We estimate he's responsible for killing a little more than one million people. I hate Bush, but I wouldn't put him in the same boat as SADdam.

I'm wearing frilly underwear. Happy New Year.

January 1, 2007 at 7:27 AM  
Blogger Jere said...

Buca McGee: Ted played left. Don't make me take you behind St. Zephryn's or whatever.

January 1, 2007 at 7:25 PM  
Blogger 02145 said...

Buca - I thought you told the ladies in accounting that you preferred leather thongs. You're weird.

Thanks for the baptizing the comments section, guys :)

January 1, 2007 at 8:12 PM  
Blogger Buca said...

jErE: Ted did play left. Who said otherwise? Are you offering me a hummer behind St. Zephryn's, stud? Hubba, hubba.

January 2, 2007 at 9:16 AM  
Blogger Jere said...

You did in your stirring account from the 50s.

"I then caught a glimpse of the right fielder from the opposing team"

But maybe he heard a young buca would be there so he moved over to right for that one game.

January 3, 2007 at 12:47 PM  
Blogger Buca said...

Well, I'll be damned. You're right, pal. My bad. Ted didn't know who I was, so I don't think he would have made the position shift just for me. But oh, boy, oh, brother, that thought is exciting to me. Perhaps because my auntie was raping me at the time with a frozen foot-long extra relish no bun, the events from that day are difficult to keep straight. With every plunge, belting out in a Boomerish voice, "THIS...COULD...GO...ALL...THE...WAY...." 50 years later and I'm still picking bologna scraps from out of there.

Do you prefer oysters or snails, Antoninus?

January 3, 2007 at 6:26 PM  
Blogger 02145 said...

Alright, that's just a horrible image. Really. I don't have a problem with the foot-long, so much, but NO BUN? What kind of anti-carbohydrate aunt do you have, anyway? What, did she force feed you kids an Atkins lifestyle? Thats abuse!

January 3, 2007 at 6:38 PM  

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