Echoes of "Justice"

It's very cold outside, with a clear sky
and the promise of frost in the morning.
I'm sipping very hot chai tea with a bit of
cream. That sweet little shih tzu of mine
is curled up next to me, all worn out after
a frenzied game of fetch with a ratty old
"baby."

A couple of hours ago, Saddam Hussein was
dangling at the end of a rope, refusing the black hood and telling his executioners to "go to Hell."
A very befitting end to a coward responsible
for the murder of so many of his own people.
I shouldn't gloat, but I wonder what he felt as his eyes opened in eternity and he faced, not Allah, but Jehovah, with not a single virgin in sight. Our young men and women have paid a steep price to attain his death. I pray that the insurgents will be stopped at the gates as they feed off the smell of death and the opportunity to create more hatred.

God, please bless the USA. We need your blessings over this land...