Saturday, December 30, 2006

Saddam a-go-go

Wow, that was some hanging. The image of the two executioners in ski masks slipping the noose around Saddam's neck speaks volumes. Set that man free, they did, first his mind, then his ass, in accordance with Funkedelic protocol. Freedom to do whatever he wants? Of course not. Release from the meat wheel? Doubtful. But freedom from expectation, and it's sidekick delusion, oh yes, the most practical freedom in my opinion, though elusive for me and so many. Seems like such a short time ago we were taking away his shoelaces to prevent strangulation. Hanging embodies the poor person's intentional death, a favorite among pre-teens and lynch mobs I gather. What would Jude The Obscure have been if those kids hadn't hung themselves with the moving box string to save their parents trouble & expense? Just another Tess of the D'urbervilles, that's what. Media field day. Now don't get me wrong, I'm against the death penalty, for voting purposes, but Natural Born Killers remains my favorite movie; conflicted I suppose. Part of me now expects the imminent execution of the rest of the pathological bureaucrats in power. Freedom from expectations, I need constant reminders; repetition works, repetition works.

Dang me, dang me, they ought to take a rope and hang me, high, from the highest tree, woman would you weep for me. --Buck Owens

Gwar's Saddam-a-go-go:

I at the time was a communist
Lived on a collective farm
She was a part time anarchist
Our sex went off like a bomb
Living the life of a terrorist
Looking for the man Saddam
Who gave me a gun
As Iran to the sun
If you die like a dog
Then you are


Going to Saddam a go-go
Everybody is there
Business of strange bed fellows
Makes you dance around like a bear
Ein, Schwein, kick him in the eye
They were the ones
Who could rice from the sun

As they dived in their planes
And they die!
How they died!

The running paper tiger chases it's own


He was someone
Who was there for
People like me
Hi there Saddam
Love the party
Yes they're all here with me in Saddam

Bloody Saddam
Loves you always
Always a kick
Bloody Saddam
Even though the
Smell is making me sick
As we sit on our roofs
And cheer as your
Scuds fall like rain

Here at the ancient ziggataut
Saddam is presiding there
Running around with a saxaphone
Where is the president where?
Here it comes the black tornado
Let's have a cheer for Sarejavo
If you survive what
Falls out of his mind
You'll make the political world

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