Ah, me. I still remember back in the summer of '67, stealing my Dad's dog-eared Lancer paperback of Conan the Conquerer by Robert E. Howard, thinking that maybe it was a racy story because of the Frazetta artwork. That book cover featured an exotic, scantily-clad babe reclining amidst spiders and snakes at the feet of one incredibly brawny dude whose knarled hands gripped an enormous axe. Great stuff!
Saddam probably thought that he was like Conan. Little did he know that a cowboy from Texas (where Conan author Howard was from) named George would be the one to exclaim that classic line from the Conan movie version which escapes me right now. (Something about defeating ones enemies and hearing the lamentation of their women...)