Hey Guys and Girls,
I’m going to be serious for a minute. I read this morning that Saddam Hussein’s major fear of being imprison revolved around the fear of AIDS and other STDs. That’s great Saddam. Do you really think that you’re that attractive. At the end of the day, I don’t care what Saddam Hussein thought about AIDS.
What I do care about is this:
Where can I get my hands on the Selected Poems of Saddam Hussein? Have the rights already been bought by Farrar Strauss? Is there a bidding war? Is there a bidding war I can get all up in? I axe because I will be getting a tax stimulus check in the mail by September and I have decided that I would spend it on publishing Hussein’s verse.
Here’s an example of his cold verse. I mean stone cold. This was the equivalent of his Japanese Death poem… his last poem ever written.:
Unbind It
Unbind your soul. It is my soul mate and you are my soul’s beloved.
No house could have sheltered my heart as you have.
The enemies forced strangers into our sea
And he who serves them will be made to weep.
Here we unveil our chests to the wolves
And will not tremble before the beast.
I sacrifice my soul for you and for our nation
Blood is cheap in hard times
We never kneel or bend when attacking
But we even treat our enemy with honor.

May 7, 2008 at 7:51 pm
Saddam’s Ode to a Pie:
Pie! Your sweet meat is balm to my eye
Your crust is salty and unyielding
The infidel has you in his beastly claws
He sullies himself with your unclean pork!
I open a box of raw pies and cry onto them
They are our murdered babies, I eat one
I am an amazing hero guy, guardian of pie
My stomach is swollen with pride
Too many cooks spoil the broth
but a pie is for life
May 8, 2008 at 5:07 pm
Wow, Saddam was deep!
See all this time I was worrying that he got really bored in that spider hole when he was hiding from us for all that time. But now it’s pretty obvious that he was just writin poetry down there, and probably eating bugs.
May 8, 2008 at 6:05 pm
I’m in love with him.