Saddam is Dead

Pesharim - Saddam is Dead

News flash: Execution a success.

Saddam is now dead. Long will he stay that way.



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Hanging Hussein

The Glair - Hanging Hussein

I don’t know if any of you have ever seen a man (or woman or child for that matter) hang, or seen the results of a hanging. I have.

I don’t mean the kind of modern hanging, which at one time, not so long ago, was a semi-regular method of execution, where weights or other devices were used to quickly snap the neck of the person being hanged.

I mean a real “Hanging.” The kind where a fella twists and turns and convulses and chokes and ropes and ligatures slowly strangle him and crush his throat and esophagus as gravity pulls him down, down, down, and in terror and panic, fighting for breath he assures his own doom through slow torment by way of twitching and thrashing about, which only tightens the grip. You don’t see that much anymore, and modern men and women, especially in the insulated West, where most do all they can to even avoid the thought of killing and death like a bad commute or a trip to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve, flee the impulse like sheep scattered by a lightning bolt in a summer storm.

I mean a real “Hanging.” The word is far more than just a metaphorical impulse and it describes far more than the mere technical notification of being suspended in air by the neck until dead, dead…dead.

Hanging, for those familiar with the practice or for those who have seen the result gives a glimpse of something that those who die by particular and violent means come to understand, and if unlucky enough to see it through to the end, fully comprehend in the execution.

To Hang is to hang in the air, t'is true, but it is also to “Hang between Worlds,” suspended in a state which can best be described as “neither, here, nor there.” To hang in the air, by a slender cord or rope of ultimate destruction, but temporal disposition, fighting desperately to preserve one’s own place in this world while awaiting, by slow strangulation and tortuous twist of your own personal Gordian Knot, your entry into another.

I’d like to describe all of the horrors I’ve both seen and imagined by way of this particular form of dispatch, but some things are best the preserve of the few, and reserved for the few. In addition some things can never be understood unless first empirically received or transmitted by direct, personal experience, and therefore expositions upon a kind remain mere descriptions of the imagination of the receptive party. Those who already know need no description, they have experienced or seen it, those who will never know will never know and imagination, though a beautifully deceptive method of intellectual apprehension conveys no more real truth in the practice than does a film or video game about life convey any of the truer nuances of Real Life to those who have actually already dared to live. Data is not Experience, information is not Truth. In the modern world even such a thought seems heretical and to the wisest of those who pretend wisdom in this age that is no doubt as close to Truth as they are capable of making discovery, but to the truly Wise the apprehension of truth is found in experience, not knowledge. You know, you truly know, because you have done, because you have seen, because you have experienced, because you were, or are, there.

Such is the truth, the one inescapable and real Truth, Saddam is about to enjoy. He will hang between worlds, and for a few brief moments of human condemnation and furious, internal self-doubt he will anticipate his doom, hang suspended between worlds, one of which is anxious to view his departure, and thereby spit him out, and the other which may just be equally anxious in patient reception, so as to eat him when he arrives. He will hang, and time will seem to stop for him, and he will die, and be torn from a body that has seen its certain and fair share of doubt, desperation, final torment, and God only knows, plentiful corruption.

Do I personally wish him eternal doom and destruction, that he go wailing and screaming like an old, tortured, chemically gassed woman who has lived just long enough to see her children and grandchildren annihilated by the whims of a tyrannical and evil dictator? Not really, because that is not my business to either judge or conduct. What Saddam’s final, and perhaps even ultimate disposition may be, that is a matter, as the saying goes, far above my pay-grade. I have personal theories of what may await him, but in the end that is not my affair, nor do I think my opinion would add much wisdom or justice in deciding the case one way or another. I am after all only a man, not God, and the entire universe can be awfully glad of that. To tell you the truth so am I, I don’t even want the job anymore than I deserve the job of deciding more permanent matters regarding the soul of Hussein, assuming he either possesses one, or that it has not already been consumed by a sort of internal contagion of psychological and pathological self-rot.

But I am a man, and as a man, in this world, I can see real Justice and Truth, in and for this world, in letting Saddam swing. Who knows I may one day be shocked to discover that I run across Saddam in Heaven and he may laugh at my surprised and shocked declaration of… “How in hell did you make it here man!?” To which I guess he can justifiably reply, “You don’t make those decisions pal, and God is wiser than you.” And God knows He certainly is, no argument there. But I won’t be surprised if after this world I never run across mention of the fella again, and in any case, I won’t exactly be holding my breath. Least ways not nearly as long as Saddam will soon be attempting the same trick. Good luck then old man…you’re gonna need it. You don’t strike me as much of a magician. Or escape artist.

The point of the whole matter is that what is to come in the next few hours or days is out of my hands, and so I leave those affairs to others, in this world and elsewhere. But as for this world, this moment in time, as for what passes as Justice and Truth in this world, there is a certain and undeniably poetic irony that Saddam is to swing, to haul, to twist in the wind, to choke, struggle, suffocate, to strangle, to have his breath and voice crushed, to “hang between worlds.”

Will Saddam be allowed to hang, slowly, painfully, tortuously, philosophically, or will the Iraqi execution authorities weight his body so that his neck snaps cleanly and he dies quickly before he splatters his pants with his very last shit and before his prison pantaloons are soiled with his piss of the last of this world? Will his body, mind, and ghost hang for long moments of inescapable reflection upon his past life and his current fate as he twists on the tangles of the noose at his neck? Or will his spirit be suddenly and violently torn from his corpse to shriek off like some damned and lonely banshee, wailing about the injustice of the injustice of it all? Who can say? Not me, I imagine. I’m not going to bother to imagine it anyway; the point is I know it is coming. I’ll let Death work out all the details. He’s got a lot more experience than I do in these matters, and I trust him to do the thing right. So I can expend my imagination in better pursuits, like imaging that the people who need to get the message of this hanging will do just that. But they won’t. Least ways, not until it is too late for them as well.

And I have no illusions that as soon as Saddam is dispatched and sent packing from this corner of the kosmos that the world will re-begin again, or that the New Year will suddenly sprout reformation in Iraqi insurgents or spawn genius and wisdom in Islamic terrorists the world over, anymore than a good hanging often reforms would be criminals when they see one of their own pitched up high. Everyone deludes himself or herself, until their moment is near, that they are special, that they alone will escape. None ever do in the end, but most people don’t think much about the end, they are too consumed with the brilliance of what they believe about themselves in the now. And I have no illusions that by the execution of this tired, weak, stripped, pathetic little man that the rest of the world will have gotten a good instruction in the fate of relying upon fate as a shield of personal invulnerability and individual invincibility. That tyrants the globe over will change, that they will go about the rest of their lives having learned a good moral lesson and so this event will never again have to be repeated. There will be new tyrants, new dictators, new terrorists, new criminals, and new evils for new ages. New Evils even for this current, and just to be honest, rather juvenile Age. C’est la Vie.

But at this moment, at this time, for this world, in this way, in a sort of collective, metaphysical fashion, they will all hang together. And they should hang together, because sooner or later, if they remain as they are, they will all surely hang separately.

Just give it a little time.
You’ll see what I mean.

© JWG, Jr. 2006

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Europe: Bane of the Modern West

The Glair - Europe: Bane of the Modern West





I have said for years and years now that Europe is a far greater danger to Civilization in this world than any third world tyranny, any Iraq, or even an Iran or North Korea.

Iran is fanatical. North Korea, cunning and dangerous. Ultimately though both can be dealt with as external threats, which both are, and so the danger they pose is primarily only physical.

But Europe..., Europe has for at least three decades now been the most corrupting influence on World Civilization to be found on the face of this planet. And Europe spreads this corruptive rot everywhere her political and diplomatic tentacles can reach.


For a long time I have told my friends and family that Europe is the real enemy of the United States and the most pervasive and corrupting influence upon the American Republic of any power in this world. That modern Europe is corruption incarnate, bent on self-destruction and naively oblivious of the radiant influence of decay, degeneration, and corruption it emanates constantly outward upon the rest of the world.

Europe is the Modern Bane of the West, having abandoned everything good they once were, having instead relentlessly pursued their own worst impulses, and not content merely to wallow in their own state of corpulence and rot, they insist doe-eyed and in a state of perfect sincerity that somehow they represent true progress and civilization. They represent neither, and have not for a very long period of time. Europe is by far the most dangerous enemy of the West, because she lives in our midst as a supposed secondary champion of Western Values, whereas in truth Europe infects the West with a kind of seeming reason, which weakens slowly, and persistently, like an unnoticed environmental pathogen. She is a background viral infection, she is a Carrier of Rot disguised as an immunization against barbarism, but in fact she is Sub-Rosan, an agent of sedition, a spy against the very ideals she proclaims to protect. And unless reform begins soon, time will prove me out on this matter.

This is hardly the first time in history that the Continent has fallen into a state of self-consumptive sin and hardly the first time in history it has worked tirelessly to spread European diplomatic and idealistic perfidy camouflaged and disguised as enlightenment and civilization, and it will no doubt hardly be the last such occasion. But America, as the true champion of the West does itself a fool's disaster of easily avoidable harm not to recognize the wolf in his own bed, purposely ignoring the easily visible agent provocateur dressed as the faithless lover. Europe is an internal threat to the West. It is that simple, and that easy to understand.

My friends and family used to laugh and scoff at the idea that Europe was the true enemy of the United States. But over the years, since 9/11 at least, many have now come to recognize the prescience of my observations. They might still not completely agree with me, but most now intuitively understand exactly what I mean.

Europe is regressive, not progressive, it is a stagnant economic cesspool, it becomes ever more an historical anomaly with each passing year, spiritually she is dead, philosophically she is impotent, militarily she is decrepit - she has no innovation, no mission, no purpose (other than directionless existence and slow decline), and yet still she grimly and fiercely breeds from the threadbare couches of her political and governmental chambers the most corrupting, and diseased, and ultimately self-destructive ideas possible, as if she were an insect Queen of Catastrophe.

And she is a catastrophe. By almost any measure of Civilization, she is a whorish, self-consumed, and self-consuming cancer upon progress in the rest of the world.
Europe is not a beacon to the World; she is a bait waiting in the dark, shadowed like the Siren, giving aid to the cutthroat who creeps from behind.

Can she be saved, resurrected, and reformed?
Anyone, anything, and any civilization can be if it is so determined.
And I encourage those in Europe who do not wish to see her yet again slide into a dark morass of disastrous danger to re-win your various nations, work to save Italy, and Germany, and Spain, and even France from what approaches. Yet you would be wise to move quickly, for delay makes you less yourself with each passing day, and more the agent of your own destruction.

But until the day comes that the average citizen of the various nations of Europe rise up and take back their own countries, throw off their own shackles of disintegration, and put aside current European ideas and ideals of degeneration and decay, the Great Republic should have nothing more in common with the Old World. Because commonality and brotherhood is built upon far more than history, it is built upon ongoing Integrity.

The Old World can be reborn, but at this moment she is nothing more than a Walking Corpse, and a Carrier of Disease which America can in no way afford to either soberly commune with, or even take seriously.

The real question is not, "Is Europe Morally Unserious?"
The Real Questions are, "When will America realize what a moral threat Europe is to the West and Western Ideals of True Civilization?" and "What will the Europeans Do About their Own Race Towards Moral Suicide?"


© JWG, Jr. 2006



From: The American Thinker


Sparing Saddam: Why Europe is Morally Unserious

November 7th, 2006

A general estimate is that Saddam Hussein killed 300,000 people, started two major wars (the first against Iran, costing a million lives, and the second against Kuwait, with perhaps 100,000 dead); according to the New York Times’ latest zig-zag, he came within a year of producing a nuclear bomb that could have been used to kill additional millions, and ensured the survival of his tyranny for the foreseeable future. For sheer sadistic mayhem, like routine rape and murder, there has been no worse regime than Saddam.

For the first time in human history, a mass-murdering tyrant on this scale has been caught, tried, and convicted in an open court of law. The people of Iraq and surrounding countries have been able to see him tried on television. Saddam has been sentenced to hang, according to Iraqi law, legitimized by the only elected government in the Arab Middle East.

The Hangman Cometh

The Glair - The Hangman Cometh

Now that's doing the End of Tyranny right.

I don't know if any of you have ever actually seen a man hang, but, depending on how they do it, if I were Saddam, I'd be using every bit of pull I had left to get somebody to off me before my gallows' date.

If they make this public as well, well, then Saddam, you're gonna be really embarrassed that you had to end your dictatorship in this manner. But don't worry, you won't be the only one with egg on your face, Barzan and Awad will keep you company.

Man, I'm glad I've just never been tyrannically ambitious.
It just ain't worth the neck-burns.

Get a good night's sleep Saddam.
The Sandman Cometh. Followed quickly by the Hangman.
Or maybe, it's the other way around.

Saddam Sentenced to Twist in the Wind


See ya later gator.