The Swindlers of the XXth Century, by Globetrotter
Donald Rumsfeld fell. It's likely that Saddam will be executed by Christmas, as a present for us Christians (and a revenge too, coming from those ones who could get rid of Saddam only because someone else, from outside, decided to do it). These two old partners, Saddam and Donald, fall at the same time but one breaks his neck. Rumsfeld was getting old, he served faithfully, he had no hidden agendas as the lunatics of Neo-conservatism, because he was no lunatic and he began to understand that a a good servant only gets to power when all the rest fall before the time he does ( if he cannot be the Prince, he will withdraw before the Prince has fallen). Rumsfeld was getting old, his agressive hairdo as the one of a dog ready to attack, became soft as the crest of an ageing rooster, he was looking at things, moving his lips in a creeping astonishment as if he was about to say the only thing the old Buddenbrook managed to say in the end:" It's amazing!". And how historical were Rumsfeld final words..."the first war of the twenty first Century!" He was a fellow of Saddam indeed: both of them wanted, Iraq could be the Mother of all future wars... and he rubbed his hands as an accomplishment, because he never claimed to be a Pacifist, neither a believer. He won't glitter for that accomplishment but he was, once, the "boss".
And still we pray, as the first Christians, for our Rulers, so that they can be illuminated. We cannot judge them as criminals, although they're able to kill many more than a gang of mobsters. If we kill them, as they did, we may get some relief, but we'll be exasperating the only way we have to deal with a bomb we happened to mistake for a chair. So, we cannot desmiss Saddam by hanging him. Likewise, we have to go on praying for Bush and for the Democrats, who, according to the tradition of J. F. Kennedy, McNamara and Lyndon Johnson, probably will follow McCain's advice, and involve even more troops, intensify the war, until the day that natural selection will choose the most modern of the Baathists, ready to take both power in Baghdad and the killings of the season, in his hands. Saddam won't be ressurected, by then, just because of jealousy (exactly as Stalin in the sequence Yeltsin-Putin). The shiites will go on enduring its reactionnary perspective of an iconoclastic Islam, but they'll seize the opportunity to quench their thirst, which gives them strength for remaining the exception of the exception, the one which has no rule.
We'll remember one perfidious character, above all: Tony Blair, the British swindler, who managed to convince the Americans, that, with the British experience in the country, they would hold back the shiites, while the Americans would purify the sunnites of Communism, keeping the Curds aside, in their improbable Country. The program of Blair, the son of an ambitious man who belonged to the Communist Party and who finally managed to have a career in the Conservatives has always been: 'the only way is up, baby!". Blair, the man who invented the fiction of "The Third Way", in order to buy the Labour Party with "I'm not here to lose elections", was only driven by the illusory Revenge of Fame. This was the dream of the swindlers of the XXth Century: stun the opponents with Glitter. Something african and primitive that the outcasts of "looking well at all costs" have carved during the psychadelic Revolution of the seventies. In order to lapidate its way through against an aristocracy who despised them, the petty bourgeoisie didn't hesitate in shunning the labour classes. And Cherie Blair, the patetic "poshy" of Blair's young phantasies, finally got what she wanted: her position as a Judge.