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   Wednesday, July 23, 2003

I READ THE NEWS TODAY...oh boy...

Forgive me for being yet another whiny, hopelessly naive bleeding-heart liberal but I just can't join in with the big celebration over the killing of Saddam Hussein's sons. "GAME OVER FOR SONS" read the Toronto Sun headline, over the duo's photos on those creepy CIA playing cards. Yes, these two were brutal thugs; no, the world will not miss their presence; but honestly, do we have to jump for joy over the fact that they were shot and killed? It's tasteless and creepy.

But then, what do I know? I'm the guy who felt sad when I read that Jeffrey Dahmer had been bludgeoned to death against a prison urinal. Yes, his long catalogue of repulsive murders made him more than deserving of such a fate, but he was still someone's little boy at one point, you know? Even the hyped "Butcher of Baghdad" is no doubt shedding a tear this week over the death of his children and I find no pleasure in that.

Of course, it's what I get for reading the revenge-obsessed mainstream press anyway -- this latest horror in New York has me wondering just how much random nastiness the poor Big Apple can take. Let me know when violence has been prevented from happening -- then, I'll break out the party trays.

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