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[poliphilo]

I stayed up till midnight- just. Ailz and I stood at the bedroom window and watched fireworks bristle along the skyline.

I got a call from Bolton in the wee, small hours. Happy, shining people wishing me a happy new Year. The lads had gone back to Sara's house and were partying with her parents. 

I'm not a party person.

I keep coming back to Saddam. There's a jolly picture in the press this morning showing him with his neck broke. His executioners (more like a Shia lynch mob actually) jeered him and loosed the trap door while he was still saying his prayers. All through the process he showed courage and dignity. The new Iraq makes the old Iraq (Saddam's Iraq) look good.

I'm so ashamed of what America and Britain have done.

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

That line of poetry is breathtakingly exactly right.

He watered the weeds? Gosh.

He was, like anyone, scared at the end--easy to see on the video.

He had no empathy, and yet he fed birds? I am perplexed.

Maybe he did have empathy, and was a sadist.

I am very glad I am not God. I don't know what to think.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I think he was complex. Aren't we all? Another thing he did that scarcely fits the received view of him is write romantic novels.

Which he chose to publish anonymously- though everyone in Iraq knew it was him.