After Saddam Hussein was lynched by mocking thugs who, to judge by their dress, intended to follow the execution by knocking over a convenience store, a grainy cell-phone video of the tacky, disgusting affair zapped up to the internet and began making--pardon the cliché--the obligatory rounds.
Others have already noted the masturbatory glee of our domestic necrophiliac squad, but noting their sado-sexual pleasure alone doesn't make explicit enough the aesthetic connection between Saddam's execution and Paris Hilton's bored hotel-room tryst, or between Saddam's execution and Colin Farrell's embarrassing hooker tryst ("Yeah, baby, you've got my breakfast, lunch, and dinner."), or between Saddam's execution and The-Dude-Who-Played-Screech-On-Saved-By-The-Bell's scatalogical tryst with a couple of bimbos. Just one more video of a guy getting fucked.
Fareed Zakaria, author of such children's classics as Illiberal Democracy, wrote:
The saga of Saddam's end--his capture, trial and execution--is a sad metaphor for America's occupation of Iraq. What might have gone right went so wrong.It is simply not true. America's occupation of Iraq could no more have gone right than a Vegas date with a coked-up hotel heiress or a motel encounter between a Hollywood star, a black hooker, and a video camera. It is not in the execution that things went awry; it's the thing itself that's wrong. There's the old expression about putting lipstick on a pig, and that certainly holds here. But more to the point, Saddam's snuff-film execution and the occupation that occasioned it show that some people--too many people; too many powerful people--are as careless and insensate about killing as the rich and tawdry are about fucking.