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:: WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT? ::

:: Monday 3 March 2003 ::

Hold it Hold it

I thought they said they did not have any nerve gas thingys. Okay, so now they say they do and they can show it, or show where it is buried. Or something.

So where are we at this fine morning (my time)? Saddam has to be dragged kicking and screaming into doing something everyone voted for him to do just a few weeks back and even years back, come to think clearly about it. And he only ever relents at the last second, before some deadline or report or vote or something. Meantime he is moving his troops around and about and constatntly with the whining and the threatening to stop doing the teeny bits he is doing now...urgh.

A good part of me thinks that keeping on keeping on like this is kinda good because with every relenting thing, Saddam is more and more crushed. And eventually he'll relent one time so many that he will be just like a dog. Doglike. Which is some sort of fate worse than death, for a nut like him, all ego and hair-trigger humiliation, and no dignity at all.

But another goodly part of me thinks this is too awful to go on because serously, while Saddam is there, every day, something lousy is happening to someone in that country and that someone probably does not deserve it.

:: WB 12:11 pm [link+] ::