Here’s a happy thought: tonight, while my wife and I are enjoying pizza and a movie (Chuck & Buck most likely, unless I can convince her she’ll like Mother, Jugs & Speed, which is doubtful), Saddam Hussein will be squatting over a bucket somewhere, dreaming of gold-plated toilet seats while he wipes his ass with old Nation articles.
Ain’t life grand…?
Not QUITE the visual I wanted during my Sunday morning coffee & biscuit with honey butter, but a happy one nonetheless.