Not Sure What I Feel...
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about the capture of Saddam Hussein. I'm honestly not. I do know that I feel dread in knowing for certain that the spin the Bushies will crank up will work with frictionless machinery. The dumb-assed in-the-large Americans (which includes most of the Republican party) will just buy it. We'll see justification for the war effort. We'll see a certain bliss as the cultural E (that's ecstasy—the drug—to you in-the-large Americans) kicks in. We'll see Bush heralded as some kind of...well, honestly? Some kind of what?
What did he do here, exactly? And on what basis? I don't think it's wrong, even in this latter day world of lying crazies, to expect at least consistency in any policy from a government which purports to be a democracy.
So Saddam is/was a bad guy. A Very Bad Man. I have nothing but revulsion for the man. I'm glad to see him gone. But I know I do not like how he ended up gone. Why? Because of the dangerous precedents that Bush has set. Because of the 180-degree turn-around from Bush's “opinions” during the last election. Because Bitch-ass Condoleeza Rice's foreign policy, in light of the non-war war in Iraq, should chill everyone to the bone (“Condi” would have kicked Uncle Tom's ass to the curb, telling him that he should instead sit tight, that eventually Whitey's good-living would come to the slaves on the sheer force of its Shining Example).
But mainly? Mainly it's because the utterly hypocritical act of the Land of the Free stepping in and on a foreign land with jackboots, flexing an Arm of Might is actually applauded, applauded by Americans who, in the large, cannot get off their superior asses and Vote.
We're making wine from the Grapes of Wrath.
And you just know that Osama's getting drunk tonight on that wine, toasting Bush for taking the heat off of him, cheering Saddam's 'sacrifice' in the war against Devil America.
Y'all remember who Osama bin Laden is, right?