Now that Saddam Hussein is officially and ex-dictator, there's a couple of quick issues I want to touch on.
First, I found the attempt to stop the execution of the mass murdering tyrant by the Iraqi justice system by filing an appeal to a U.S. court based upon Saddam's "rights" in a U.S. civil trial to be absolutely hilarious. Even the judge had the good sense to toss this request for an injunction because it would be obvious to anyone that the Iraqis wouldn't heed it. Why would a judge want to demonstrate powerlessness?
Second, we have the complete and utter moral bankruptcy of the left in the form of "wilbur" over at the DailyKos.
I have just read that Saddam Hussein is dead. Hung by the neck until dead – isn’t that the phrase they always use on television? And I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. Everybody has to start by saying that it isn’t bad that Saddam Hussein is dead – he was an evil man. But what is evil? It is a religious denunciation, a way to set a person apart from humanity. We need to do this I suppose. And if we say that Saddam Hussein is an evil man, don’t we then have to say that other men are good? Who is good I wonder? Where do we find these men of goodness? To say Saddam Hussein was evil is too easy, it lets us off the hook. Saddam Hussein was a cruel man, a selfish man, a desperate man, a sad man.
He was a bully I think. He was a man who never knew happiness I think. He rationalized his actions I’m sure by saying that he did what had to be done. He called his own enemies evil, and tortured them completely. Saddam Hussein was all too human. He walked among us. In this moment of spiritual limbo between Christmas and the start of a new year I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness.
There's more, if you can stand to read it. While "wilbur" is thoughtful and conflicted over a man who started two wars, gassed his own people and fed people feet-first through industrial shredders, I think it's safe to bet that he will be dancing with joy 40 or 50 years from now when President George W. Bush shuffles off this mortal coil.
Talk about having a screwed up moral compass.