They Found Him in a Hole

lonsberry.com ^ | December 15, 2003 | Bob Lonsberry

[ntnychik]

THEY FOUND HIM IN A HOLE

It’s only natural that they found him in a hole in the ground.

It put him that much closer to hell.

Because that is where Saddam Hussein belongs. It is where Saddam Hussein has drawn his inspiration. It is the home of the god Saddam Hussein worships.

Not the Allah of Islam.

But the serpent of the garden.

We must never fear calling a spade a spade, or a devil a devil. And Saddam Hussein is that.

He long since stopped being a man and became a partner with evil. A disciple of darkness. Not the troubled-adolescent Satanism of modern imagination, but the timeless evil that slew Abel and slaughtered the Inca and stoked the fires at Auschwitz.

We have caught an Arab Hitler.

Glory be to God.

And prayers be to God that we may catch others like him – the slaughterers of every land and race – the wildly bestial men who have learned the secret that they can murder to get gain.

They strike on our troubled city streets by ones and twos, in hateful terrorist attacks by tens and hundreds, and occasionally they rise up on distant shores to murder by the thousands and millions.

They are all the same, because their god is the same. The god of misery and woe, the force behind every tear that ever fell and every heart that ever broke. Every disappointment ever felt and every soul ever lost.

The same fire we play with in our own lives every day. The choices we make to be less than we are, less than we should be. It’s all one, in vastly varying degrees, but sin is sin and it tends to sink roots and grow and you either recognize it and pull it out or it entangles you and strangles you and destroys all that you value and all that you are.

And puts you in your own hole somewhere, along the banks of your own Tigris, pretending you can hide from what you’ve done and what you’ve become.

But you can’t and neither could he.

And through the hidden entry to Saddam Hussein’s spider hole came the long arm of judgement. Destroying angels bringing him to justice. Troopers of the 4th I.D., the tip of the American spear, the answer to a world’s prayer.

The tyrant is a prisoner, the butcher of hundreds of thousands is brought to heel, the boot has been lifted from the Iraqi neck.

It is impossible to understand the pain this one man brought to the world. We have seen pictures of dead villagers, poisoned by their own president, and watched video of torture and beating, the fruit of Saddam, and heard again and again of mass graves upon mass graves. He started a war with Iran that bled that nation and his; he started a war with Kuwait that bled that nation and his. He even killed members of his own family. It is impossible to understand the pain this one man brought to the world.

Or the sense of relief his capture must bring to the people who lived under his tyranny.

God heard and answered our prayers.

But, as is often the case, it was a miracle of our own resolve. Pray as if it all depends on God, work as if it all depends on you.

Our president did that. And our military and our spies and our people. The brave men and women who have liberated and held Iraq, who have bled and died and fought. Who have watched from home and waited. Who have worked in the many arms of government to advance the cause of right.

He is caught because we caught him.

Because we persisted and prevailed, and tolerated no obstacle and accepted no discouragement. It was the United States of America that reached into that hole and grabbed him by the neck. Every trooper to die from a roadside bomb or downed helicopter, the victims of snipers and battlefield accidents. Those men – the ones counted daily on the evening news – they caught him, they caught him by the neck.

And the Army goes marching along.

America goes marching along.

The saints go marching along.

Because while angels don’t have wings, they do sometimes have guns, and in the ancient home of Abraham men are again free to speak to God and worship him as they wish. As the fog of war is lifting, the light of truth is shining. And its great obstructer is now captured, inspected for fleas and bad teeth like dog that he is.

Saddam Hussein is caught, and millions can rejoice. The disciple of evil is chained, and only his fellow disciples mourn.

It’s only natural that they found him in a hole in the ground.

It put him that much closer to hell.

- by Bob Lonsberry © 2003

[ntnychik]

The spider hole as metaphor.

[Paul Atreides]

Funny, that this is the darling of the left, who sent children out to fight, hiding in a 'fraidy hole like the coward he is.

[reed_inthe_wind]

This writer has game.

[viaveritasvita]

Arab Hitler ping.

[StatesEnemy]

We must never fear calling a spade a spade, or a devil a devil. And Saddam Hussein is that.

So this must be 'sympathy for the devil'?

Before I 'catch hell' I just hope we LEARN from our mistakes, and stop coddling Islamic leaders simply for momentary convenience.

[gooleyman]

WOW!!! If I didn't know better, I'd say this author didn't like Saddam....smile.

I wish he had flinched so one of our soldiers could have taken him out. He'll smirk at a trial like Milosovek (sp??) is doing now. He's been on trial for several years now. And who knows when it'll end. People like them don't get their just deserts quickly enough to suit me.

[Salgak]

(original from John Ringo, paratrooper and author. do him a favor, visit www.johnringo.com, and maybe buy one of his books: he's a good conservative. . . if a trifle wacky today (he's moving into a new home, that drives ANYONE loony). Apologies to Monty Python)

SOLDIER #1:
We have found Saddam. May we burn him?

BATTALION:
Burn him! Burn! Burn him! Burn him!

BREMER:
How do you know he is Saddam?

SOLDIER #2:
He looks like him.

BATTALION:
Right! Yeah! Yeah!

BREMER:
Bring him forward.

SADDAM:
I'm not Saddam. I'm not Saddam.

BREMER:
Uh, but you are dressed as him.

SADDAM:
They dressed me up like this.

BATTALION:
Augh, we didn't! We didn't...

SADDAM:
And this isn't my beard. It's a false one.

BREMER:
Well?

SOLDIER #1:
Well, we did do the beard.

BREMER:
The nose?

SOLDIER #1:
And the hat, but he is Saddam!

SOLDIER #2:
Yeah!

BATTALION:
We burn him! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah!

BREMER:
Did you dress him up like this?

SOLDIER #1:
No!

SOLDIER #2 and 3:
No. No.

SOLDIER #2:
No.

SOLDIER #1:
No.

SOLDIERS #2 and #3:
No.

SOLDIER #1:
Yes.

SOLDIER #2:
Yes.

SOLDIER #1:
Yes. Yeah, a bit.

SOLDIER #3:
A bit.

SOLDIERS #1 and #2:
A bit.

SOLDIER #3:
A bit.

SOLDIER #1:
The DNA matches.

BREMER:
What makes you think he is Saddam?

SOLDIER #3:
Well, he dropped nerve gas on me.

BREMER:
Nerve gas?

SOLDIER #3:
I got better.

SOLDIER #2:
Burn him anyway!

SOLDIER #1:
Burn!

BATTALION:
Burn him! Burn! Burn him!...

BREMER:
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether he is Saddam.

SOLDIER #1:
Are there?

SOLDIER #2:
Ah?

SOLDIER #1:
What are they?

BATTALION:

Tell us! Tell us!...

BREMER:
Tell me. What do you do with dictators?

SOLDIER #2:
Burn!

SOLDIER #1:
Burn!

BATTALION:
Burn! Burn them up! Burn!...

BREMER:
And what do you burn apart from dictators?

SOLDIER #1:
More dictators!

SOLDIER #3:
Shh!

SOLDIER #2:
Wood!

BREMER:
So, why do dictators burn?

[pause]

SOLDIER #3:
B--... 'cause they're made of... wood?

BREMER:
Good! Heh heh.

BATTALION:
Oh, yeah. Oh.

BREMER:
So, how do we tell whether he is made of wood?

SOLDIER #1:
Build a bridge out of him.

BREMER:
Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone?

SOLDIER #1:
Oh, yeah.

BREMER:
Does wood sink in water?

SOLDIER #1:
No. No.

SOLDIER #2:
No, it floats! It floats!

SOLDIER #1:
Throw him into the oasis!

BATTALION:
The oasis! Throw him into the oasis!

BREMER:
What also floats in water?

SOLDIER #1:
Bread!

SOLDIER #2:
Apples!

SOLDIER #3:
Uh, very small rocks!

SOLDIER #1:
Cider!

SOLDIER #2:
Uh, gra-- gravy!

SOLDIER #1:
Cherries!

SOLDIER #2:
Mud!

SOLDIER #3:
Uh, churches! Churches!

SOLDIER #2:
Lead! Lead!

BUSH:
A duck!

BATTALION:
Oooh.

BREMER:
Exactly. So, logically...

SOLDIER #1:
If... he... weighs... the same as a duck,... he's made of wood.

BREMER:
And therefore?

SOLDIER #2:
Saddam!

SOLDIER #1:
Saddam!

BATTALION:
Saddam! Saddam!...

SOLDIER #4:
Here is a duck. Use this duck.

[quack quack quack]

BREMER:
Very good. We shall use my largest scales.

BATTALION:
Ohh! Ohh! Burn Saddam! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!
Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Ahh! Ahh...

BREMER:
Right. Remove the supports!
[whop]
[clunk]
[creak]

BATTALION:
Saddam! Saddam! Saddam!

SADDAM:
It's a fair cop.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Arab Hitler ping...

[Aquamarine]

Good read!

[kayak]

I posted this on another thread but it seems appropriate here also.

Isaiah 14

        "How the oppressor has ceased,
        The golden city ceased!
        ⁵The LORD has broken the staff of the wicked,
        The scepter of the rulers;
        ⁶He who struck the people in wrath with a continual stroke,
        He who ruled the nations in anger,
        Is persecuted and no one hinders.
        ⁷The whole earth is at rest and quiet;
        They break forth into singing.
        ⁸Indeed the cypress trees rejoice over you,
        And the cedars of Lebanon,
        Saying, "Since you were cut down,
        No woodsman has come up against us.'


        ⁹"Hell from beneath is excited about you,
        To meet you at your coming;
        It stirs up the dead for you,
        All the chief ones of the earth;
        It has raised up from their thrones
        All the kings of the nations.
        ¹⁰They all shall speak and say to you:
        "Have you also become as weak as we?
        Have you become like us?
        ¹¹Your pomp is brought down to Sheol,
        And the sound of your stringed instruments;
        The maggot is spread under you,
        And worms cover you.'
       

        ¹⁶"Those who see you will gaze at you,
        And consider you, saying:
        "Is this the man who made the earth tremble,
        Who shook kingdoms,
        ¹⁷Who made the world as a wilderness
        And destroyed its cities,
        Who did not open the house of his prisoners?'

How timeless is the Word of God! These words from Isaiah are spoken about the king of Babylon but seem so appropriate for our own current events. Praise God, the same yesterday, today, and forever!

[Lady Jag]

[ntnychik]

Passing on some gems from Bob's comments at lonsberry.com:

1. Q: What were Saddam's first words when he was brought out of the hole?

A: "I endorse Howard Dean"

2. Saddam's defense at trial...stage four syphilis

3. Now that Saddam is in custody, will Dan Rather get conjugal visits?

[Brad’s Gramma]

Praise God, the same yesterday, today, and forever!

Amen, kayak....AMEN!

[Lady Jag]

He was tired of his company.

[Calpernia]

Thanks for the ping.

[autoresponder]

Is that Lindberg shaking hands with Hitler?

Is that Kennedy shaking hands with Hitler?

Not a very good photo from MoveOn.org you posted there.

[GeronL]

He was moved from safehouse to safehouse, and there was usually a spider-hole close by in case the US got too close. No telling how many times they walked right over him. The farmhouse where he was staying had fresh food, clothing still in the package and documents that has already led to arrests of resistance leaders.

The spider-hole was a hiding place, not where he was staying.

But now he's really in the quagmire!!

[nopardons]

Why don't you learn some history, before proving just how utterly stupid you are, by posting something as crimminally moronic as this ?

Also, it would be an uptick, if you also were even the least bit able to think, pet. :-)

[nopardons]

Funny, isn't it, how so many DUers sign up and wait, only to expose themselves a bit later, isn't it ?

[GeronL]

Saddam falls into quagmire, says OUCH