November 06, 2006
Please Let’s Be Delicate With Saddam
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Sitting in his garden, sipping tea with his pinkie extended, the Bush hating intellectual muttered and raged and muttered over the indelicate manner in which Saddam was sentenced to death.
His son came down the path and said with a pleasant smile, “Oh Socratic One, it’s on the news that we’re pulling out of Iraq. Now you can rest and be happy we at least ‘offed’ Saddam before we scooted our asses out of there.”
The delicate wise man muttered anew gesturing and becoming shrill.
“Old Man you can’t hear the forest for the trees” said the son, gently reaching down to turn on the muttering man’s hearing aid.
Sitting in his garden, sipping tea with his pinkie extended, the Bush hating intellectual muttered and raged and muttered over the indelicate manner in which Saddam was sentenced to death.
His son came down the path and said with a pleasant smile, “Oh Socratic One, it’s on the news that we’re pulling out of Iraq. Now you can rest and be happy we at least ‘offed’ Saddam before we scooted our asses out of there.”
The delicate wise man muttered anew gesturing and becoming shrill.
“Old Man you can’t hear the forest for the trees” said the son, gently reaching down to turn on the muttering man’s hearing aid.
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