Finally dead. After years of torture, repression and plunge a country into poverty with the help of his friends the Americans in the country of Freedom, Saddam is dead, leaving behind a country more even if it sunk in the mud despair, misery and despair with no future hope in the short term to get rid of the mud and be reborn and to grow up free.
Today is a day I'd like to share with my father, my grandparents, my aunts ... But I hope the celebration for his death was a double celebration. A double celebration in seeing an Iraq that is more free, more rich, because all those who left their country, their roots and his family might think about returning back again.
To finish this post I want to do my post that a friend wrote on his blog :
Dear Saddam, the Moor of the Moorish section. Moor your blackberry bush.
Your life has always been hard, right?. From little poor as hell, suffering abuse from your father and you were an illiterate for a lot of years. Too. It is normal, then you radicalized and reject what came out. Probably, if you had been educated like god, you'd realize that the thought that radical nationalism is bullshit. But come, we are at Christmas. So I forgive you.
Funny, but unlike most of the enemies of the humanity of Arab origin, as Osama andMahmoud, you were not anything religious. And that's fine, hey. At least you can not be put in the same bag that people who struggle because of the jihad, and such stories as the Middle Ages. Yours was much more visceral. Was almost a European dictator. Okay.
twenty years old already had your first death sentence. Remember? Those were good times, being member of an active command. Planting bombs and stuff. A pity that the attempt failed Kassem. Well, maybe it was the best, right? You go away to Egypt and even went to the University of Cairo.
was a shame you could not participate in the death of Kassem, but at least have the satisfaction that was Baathist who prepare everything. Then you could return to Baghdad, Malandrino. There began.
For the second time you were lucky, because in the sixties escaped from jail to Prison Break: As you moved from one prison to another. Chula. In the underground you sent your troops to overthrow that government was a strange sort of power sharing.
and then came the purges. Killing other politicians who disagreed with you, and stuff. Is another very similar to that of Stalin or Hitler. Until Iraq became what you wanted. It was a repressed country, poor, with only Sunni group lived with some power. At rest, the Shiites, Shiites and Kurds killed them without any contemplation. I hated it. Even if your way of doing it was less subtle than it should have been. I guess anyonecare what happened in the desert.
Until they discovered the incredible amount of oil it had in the area. You enrich your alone, while your people starved. That reminds me of African dictators. Mobutu, above. At the end of the day, had no clear idea of your function as a dictator. No wanted a living space, not a permanent revolution. Not a great and free Iraq. Just wanted power.
Nor can you blame for everything. We know that half were illiterate. And the international politics is changing and diverse. I guess you did not understand that in the war against Iran for its oil fields if you support the UN, and instead when you do not annexed Kuwait. Because you did not follow the rules, trunk. Withsecond thought do not share your wealth with your Western friends, and that cost dearly.
At the end of everything, I was locked in a prison and sentenced you to death. For killing 148 Shiites in a population. For the mass graves. In the war against Iran. By the use of chemical weapons in Halabja. For the invasion of Kuwait. And, above all, for putting you fool with the United States.
this year have killed three enemies of mankind - Augusto, Milosevic and Saddam. Next year, prepare North Korea. A kiss
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