As with everything lately, I view the news first with thoughtful meaning from a writer’s stance. Saddam Hussein has been described by Donald Rumsfield “as one who projected a tough-guy image but was captured as a wimp, cowering in a hole in the ground” (AP). This very element of contradiction in a character has kept me interested since the beginning of the war. This is who we were afraid of? But yes, because he was so skillful as the Big Bluffer, he held a power to which only his own ability to write a story that the world would believe made it dangerous not to give it credibility. One thing I must admire however, besides the outrageous chutzpah of the man, is that old textbooks were found near the bed.
My scenario from this point on if I were writing this narrative would make it more believable. He would be assassinated before he is ever brought to justice.
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