Saddam and Gomorrah
Well, whoop-de-doo.
Yeah, you heard me: Whoop-de-doo. And I'll say it again, too. Followed by a rhyme, through and through. Don't think this thing we won't do. It's true.
In all honesty, though, is Planetarium supposed to be impressed by the fact that we finally found Mr. Iraqi bad guy hiding in the floor joists eating moldy bread? Did anyone really think he was doing anything else? Perhaps writing the next Harry Potter novel? Planetarium's a little dumbfounded, once again, at the stupidity of the universe. Why is why this post is actually to inform you that if you want to clear your head from all the CRAP that's going to be foisted on you by the national media about this story for the next three weeks straight, Planetarium wants to direct your attention to a much more enlightening essay on terrorism, Osama bin Laden, the Matrix, and McGriddles. Even with some dubious politics, it's funny enough to merit a reading by all of you. It'll cheer you up, we promise.