December 1, 2002
Reading The Tea Leaves...
Come February a world of armies will barrel into Baghdad with such pounding thunder Saddam Hussein will roundly shit his pants if he can even stand up. In short order, he'll know only blinding vertigo and the migraine of all head-bashings.
Well Rumulated and thoroughly Bushwhacked, he'll bully a seat on Exile-Airways. While believing he's going to hightail his clobbered ass to Libya, British agents will hoodwink the eviscerated despot onto a mislabeled Airbus bound for Tel Aviv or Teheran. Soon thereafter, Saddam will suffer a mild anxiety attack and marry a twelve year-old Hindu boy.