
Iraq was not invaded because of weapons of mass destruction, nor was it overrun because of the vast oil reserves, unless by oil you mean “baby oil.”
Bush overthrew Saddam for one reason and one reason only. Bush is a homophobe. W couldn’t let a flaming fruitcake remain president of an entire country.
Given time, all of Iraq would have been one gargantuan gay bathhouse. Saddam was well on the way to mandating buggery as the only acceptable Iraqi passion. Why do you think young men were willing to die for seventy-two virgins? They wanted out.
Hussein had already started the process while covertly working with the Taliban. Burkas supplied the perfect cover; you can’t tell what someone might be packing under one of them. Gay marriage was well established in the Saddam subculture; S&M was rampant, and wife beating sticks were a dime a dozen.
The very name “Taliban” how gay is that, and everyone knows how they treated women. Saddam was well on the way to recreating the Biblical “Sodom”.
Hussy (Arafat’s pet name for Hussein) and Yasser were more than just a couple of buddies with a soft spot in their heart for killers of Jews. Arafat would visit Saddam on moonlit evenings, unwrap that silky checkerboard babushka, unfurl his impeccably well groomed salt and pepper mullet, flutter those sand filled lashes, and cast a seductive smile toward Hussy. He had Saddam wrapped around his little finger.
Together they spent many an Arabian night decorating the palace in their uniquely raunchy style. The final result was a thing of beauty that Rock Hudson in his prime could not have bested even if he had all of Merv Griffin’s money.
Yasser would often slip into the kitchen, rummage through his Deal-a-Meal, and prepare a few culinary delights for the two of them.
After a feast of goat’s eye and camel cheese they would share thoughts of a utopian future; dreaming of a modified Islamic rule where the President of Iraq, and his little buddy, would institute the use of altar boys in the daily pray vigils.
Bush had to destroy this dream with his never-ending quest to impose freedom and morality on the world.
Lying to the American people, playing on their fears, W was able to stomp out any hope of Saddam and Yasser’s peaceful love nation ever becoming a reality. A giant San Francisco was in the making, and Bush killed it. Another “Blue State” bites the dust.
Sadly, Yasser is no more. He has peacefully moved on, sharing the fate of Rock Hudson, Liberace, and the blue Teletubby.
Saddam has been reduced to a shadow of what he once was. Confined under the watchful eye of a brutal, democratically elected regime he consoles himself writing poetry, and planting pansies in his dungeon garden. Any hope of developing a perfect state, all but gone.
What does the future hold for the once great statesman with grandiose ideas? Well, if he could get his venue changed to Florida, and have Judge George Greer rule on the matter, he’d be back in business for sure. There is not much chance of that happening since Bush is committed to pulling the tube on that lifeline
Hussein’s fallback plan to convert to Catholicism, and call on the pope for asylum has run into a little snag as well.
It looks like history repeating itself. A giant man with infinite potential to impose his will on the ignorant masses is taken down by selfish little ingrates who only care about justice, and freedom.
What are the Iraqi people going to do now? It is obvious that everyone can not have a dozen palaces. Their lives will not change all that much. All they have managed to do is destroy one man’s dream, and in the process make an entirely different nation.
For better or worse, freedom will decide their fate, and we all have Bush to blame.