What an incredible sight – an American soldier checking Saddam Husseins’s unkempt hair for lice and sticking a medical wooden stick thingy in his mouth, for all the world to see. How wickedly, deliciously degrading. Aren't I mean to feel this way? But just get a load of those shrieks of delight!
Coming up.... I'm planning a special treat to celebrate this joyous occasion, but we'll have to wait till Bish comes home from work, for technical reasons. Stay tuned.
Celebration Special! First time ever on Not a Fish!! Imshin reveals herself (and Bish)!!! (Well, sort of)
A little reminder of why this is a happy day for Israelis too: This is Bish and me (Bish is on the left), during the 1991 Gulf War, young and fancy-free (but not for long – Eldest, a “war baby”, is already starting to develop inside of me, although we didn’t know it at the time).
And the celebrations continue. John Williams, always ready with a wonderfully appropriate and insightful response, contributes this gem:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe Shelley