Heard this morning that U.S. Marines (oh, and some Iraqis) had toppled a statue of Saddam in the public square in Bagdad.
Did you hear that they also found a massive cache of chemical and biological weapons, and missles? Yeah, I must have missed that one, too, in all this excitement. Well, at least they’re sure they “got” Saddam, right? Hmph. Well, there’s Osama (despite what the government/media want you to believe, they’re not the same person…) – at least he won’t be back to attack us again; wait, we didn’t ever find him either? No matter – we can sleep soundly knowing that people in that part of the world love us again. Not to mention the rest of the world.
It’s enough to make we wish we had statues in our public squares. Let’s ask Gray Davis to put up a statue of himself and see if it isn’t desecrated before the concrete sets. Reminds me of that time in Salt Lake City – I was “ridin’ the dog” (Greyhound) because my car died – and while waiting for the bus heard the story of the local bum who makes it a point to urinate on the statue of Brigham Young, every day. Unfortunately, my bus was leaving and I didn’t have time to join him.