So Saddam is to be hanged. Despite his button-up shirt and suit jacket, I'm getting a visual of the lone tree on a dusty landscape (from "Maverick?"). Noose around his neck, Saddam stands up on his horse and harangues the assembled crowd. Doesn't matter. The horse is going to be led from under him anyway.



The point of this entry: amoebous.

Or maybe I'm stuck on a friend's comment from this morning: an apology with a clarifier isn't really an apology after all. When do you...or I...come to the point of realizing that an error was made and responsibility needs to be taken?

Murdering the masses or hurting someone you care about...why is it so hard to say, "I was wrong," then sit down and shut up?