The concept of “winning peace” through force is an ancient paradox worth reexamination by somebody who knows what they’re talking about. The only person qualified to broker this peace is Jesus, who speaks Aramaic fluently, I saw the movie tonight. He’s definitely the one and only. If he can’t do it, nobody can.
Because nobody can. Win the peace, that is. Certainly not America. The peace is not America’s to win, since America brought war. We can only continue to steal the country at this point, because that’s what George Bush has had us doing. We can keep acting like we’re “still” doing the right thing, but to do that now is to aid and abet, since we now know America is in Iraq under false pretenses. We illegally invaded a peaceful sovereign nation, bombed its cities, deposed its leaders, destroyed its infrastructure, its phones, electricity, water, schools, hospitals — schools and hospitals – we killed tens of thousands of unarmed civilians, and then we found out, shucks. No weapons. No army, no police, no cooperation, no patience, and now, no mercy.
Here’s an interesting fact we knew before we invaded. Saddam had just put the finishing touches on his second novel, which was about to become a full-length motion picture, then a theatrical spectacular the likes of which Baghdad had never seen. Writing was Saddam’s passion; there was no other mistress but the muse. Producing took a bit of time too! Let us pause to reflect.
Men over 50 often write books in response to their sudden, but natural, cataclysmic drop in testosterone. This is a time of life when men begin to lose body hair and interest in normal things like impressing people. Absent this hormone they pad about the kitchen and look back over a lifetime of aggression and find themselves feeling feelings they can’t quite place. They hide, they write, they apologize on paper, trial-size; they reproportion events, change names, dress it up, have a ball with it, or not have a ball, doesn’t matter: most first-novelists will be last-novelists. But second novels are a different thing entirely. Second novels are written by writers and lunatics. This was Saddam. To write requires all. To write in the style of Saddam is to scratch dryly from a shriveled scrotum, but dude it’s all he’s got man.
And that’s why Saddam Hussein had no weapons of mass destruction and no plans of harming the US or any other country. Anybody who knows anybody who’s done anything similar to what Saddam Hussein was engaged in knows absolutely that he was not pursuing world domination! He wanted roses.
Look what we’ve done.
Look at it. America has done this thing and it’s too late to undo it and, kids, it’s time to go home, and send money and regrets. Be nice if we could take the initiative to do it before Easter so Japan can save face and three innocent people spared from being burned alive. It would be nice.
It would be Christian. It could even save the world.
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