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Sunday, 8 April 2007

I've stalk the neo-con monster who cruelly conceived the inhuman War in Iraq for years now.For hours at a time i'd wait outside government buildings and his supposed haunts just to see the creature who could conceive such a distrous plan.Once outside of a tony bistro in Georgetown I thought I spied the war criminal sipping some Onion Soup Gratinne'.I waited for hours for him to emerge from the overpriced eatery.Either he snuck out some back door or I was watching the wrong fellow...

But just this month the murderer of thousands of American soldiers and a million Iraqis just fell into my hands.There he was as if he had been delivered to me by an angel who shared my all consuming desire for revenge.

As I had planned many times before I first set about cutting off the ridiculous jug handle ears.I started there because her is a man,not unlike other men,who does not listen to others' ideas.Next with a newly sharpened scissors ,I poked out those blind eyes that failed to see what a foolish thing he and his heartless comrades planned for other human beings who happened to be the ancestors of an ancient and noble culture.

Next I attacked that arrogant mouth that spoke so carelessly about Weapons of Mass destruction and created the climate of fear that caused otherwise decent people to vote for and support this horrendous misadventure.

Ther before me my dream had come true!The deformed face of an American War criminal lay in scraps before me.

After a moment of taking satisfaction in my long-anticipated mischief,I turned the pages of the New Yorker to see what clever cartoons may lie within...

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