Abu Musab al-Zarqawi was killed Wednesday in a house northwest of Baghdad. I'm pleased to report that very much like Francisco Franco, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi is still dead. In the couple of days since his passing, I've been struck by a hilarious bit of stock video that shows up on all the networks, but that no one seems to have commented on.  It appears to be maybe 20 or 30 seconds worth of Zarqawi produced stock footage, with him firing some kind of automatic weapon, perhaps an AR-15.  Scary terrorist!

But it's apparent even from his own promotional video what an incompetent idiot the guy was.  Someone has to step in from offscreen to clear the chamber of his weapon for him.  This is supposed to be the most fearsome terrorist going, and the little bitch can't even fire his own goddam rifle for a photo op without someone holding his hand. 

Then he is, as Bugs Bunny might say, such a ma-roon that he's putting such fumbling out as promotional footage.  I've seen that bit of footage probably 30 times now, and I'm laughing harder every time I see it.  It's like he was too stupid to know how to take a whiz without someone to hold his peter for him - and didn't even realize it.  I laugh derisively at al-Zarqawi and his deceased peter.

Also, new details are emerging now several days later about his Waterloo.  It appears that two 500 pound bombs dropped on his house did not immediately kill this cockroach.  That is one fairly tenacious insect.  Keith Richards couldn't survive THAT.  Iraqi police got there first, and then the Americans showed up.  Apparently, he was past any point of talking, but he still had enough presence to try to crawl off his stretcher to get away from the Americans before finally losing consciousness.

That's outstanding as far as I'm concerned.  I had no especial desire to see him tortured, and I'm glad that he's good and thoroughly certifiably goddam dead.  But I'm glad that he survived just long enough to know that Team America absolutely owned his dumb ass.