End Of The Line
Should have just dropped a grenade down his hole. Or done the Colchescu (sp) thing: drag the tyrant out to a post and shoot him. On TV. That’s proper behavior during a revolution isn’t it? But no, we had to go and do things properly. Well, here’s hoping that the Iraqis are a bit short on rope, but long on piano wire.
A wonderful ornament for any Christmas tree.
The Sunni Death Ride continues.
Posted by MAJ Mike
12/29/2006 at 12:21 PM
Just heard on WRKO the local talk news station, that Saddam has “less than twenty four hours” left.
How’s it hangin’, Sad-ham? Happy New Year, dope on a rope
Time to sing SADDAMO! (to the tune of “Fernando” by ABBA):
Can you hear the guns Saddamo?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In a firefight Saddamo
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your moustache
I could hear the distant guns
And sounds of air raid sirens coming from afar.They were closer now Saddamo
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
You looked so afraid Saddamo
You were arrogant and evil, you were not prepared to die
And I’m not ashamed to say
The sight of the US flag almost made me cry.Refrain
There was something in the air that night
The bombs were bright Saddamo
They were shining down on our city
For liberty, Saddamo
Though you never thought that you could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
You’d die again, Saddamo!And so now you’re dead Saddamo
And for many years, I haven’t seen the strife in all the land
We don’t hear the screams Saddamo
We will still recall that grateful night, the US came with open hands
I could see it in their eyes
How proud they were to fight for freedom in this land.Refrain (2x)
