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You ever have one of those days where you feel like screaming, but you realize that might be a little unsettling to those around you, so instead the scream just stays stuck on a private loop in your head like some bad pop song or the droning of a particularly determined mosquito, crescendoing every time someone says or does something to aggravate it further?
No? Um, me neither...
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
-Percy Bysshe-Shelley
Here's to the capture of a modern-day Ozymandias.
Wee noted that he kind of looked like Ted Kaczynski when they pulled him out of that rathole... Or the Anti-Santa, maybe (Anti-Claus? Santa Hussein?). It's cool that they got him alive instead of bringing him in as a dead "martyr". I think the world needs to see him old, pathetic and defeated - incapable, in the end, even of the bravado of firing a weapon at either his captors or himself to achieve that lauded final glory of dying rather than surrendering to the enemy. Guess he won't be cashing in on those 100 horny virgins when he goes to the alleged afterlife now. Unless those virgins have fangs and claws and razor-barbed strap-ons, and a taste for blood. That seems reasonable.
Anyway, here's to a little closure for once... with caveats; I don't think Saddam's capture lends any greater validation that this war was initiated appropriately from a global perspective or based on an imminent threat to world security (discovery of the much-touted weapons of mass destruction, for example, would be much more relevant to the argument than this news). I also don't think people should forget that Saddam wasn't the one who tagged the WTC and the Pentagon - that bad Santa is still in his spider-hole, and when's the last time we heard anything significant about how the hunt for him is going? The Iraq war, and all the distraction it entails, is the best thing that's happened to Osama since the day those towers fell. Still, one simply can't dispute that the world is a safer place without this particular asshat loose in it.
I only hope his capture doesn't drastically boost the chances for four more years of Bush, because I still think he's one of the worst Presidents we've had in recent history.
Do y'all ever take a look at Monkeygumbo's search term referral log on the right side of this page? Because I often forget to check it. Then I do, and I see that some people find our site by way of quests for knowledge of such worthy topics as "england's nastiest pub", "scratch 'n' sniff farts", and "wished me to the cornfield".
Is it just me, or do those three phrases seem to flow together in a strange way? "I visited England's nastiest pub during my last visit - the sort of place where the bathroom wallpaper could be peeled and used as scratch 'n' sniff farts, and the rheumy glare of the bartender made it seem as if he'd just wished me into the cornfield for asking for a mixed drink instead of a draft lager."