Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh .... Rope.
Those Kurds have a very long record of bringing, shall we say, the proper gift for the occasion.
They also have a long record of persecution by tyrants and betrayal by Americans.
We owe them.
Perhaps we owe them even more than we owe the Jews.
As of this minute, Saddam is officially gone.
We should have killed him in 1991. We should have killed him when we captured him.
The Kurds have finally done it right, despite our best efforts to do it wrong.
And our pussy-ass enemy-collaborating media can't find the guts to show us the full hanging.
We'll find ways to see it, but not through our pussy-ass enemy-collaborating media.
Anyway, Saddam is gone.
This miserable year is now redeemed.
Polistra shouts:
THANK YOU, KURDS![A footnote in case the title reference isn't clear: Though the Gospels don't specify their origin, those "Magi from the East" are believed by scholars to have been Medes, which is the old name for Kurds.]