Well, my feeling is simply BFD. Yes, there was a chance that he would disappear forever, and that wouldn't really make any difference either in what's going on over there.

If he can point out his feeble efforts to obtain WMD, that would be good. That would maybe justify the war, but I rather doubt it.

If he could convince his countrymen to stop killing americans, that would be good. But I rather doubt it.

I have a kind of gauge on what the american public thinks, and it's scary.

It's Karen's mind.

She is once again convinced that BabyBush can do no wrong.

But earlier this week, she told me and Debbie that she was coming around to my way of thinking about BabyBush.

And it worries me that something so relatively insignificant can turn her around so completely.

Of course, Saddam's capture or death should have come sooner, much sooner. This is something that can't be blamed on BabyBush, of course.

And neither can credit be given him once that it's finally happened.

Our armed forces and our intelligence (I'm talking about "official" intelligence, not the intelligence of the american people) deserve the credit and blame and responsibility for finding/not finding both Saddam and Ben Laden.

And it was a matter of luck that they finally caught Saddam. They followed up on a lead, just as they have done hundreds of times. And this one was right. And some lucky Iraqui is going to be 5 million US dollars richer.

And they said that Saddam had about $750K with him at the time of his capture. American money, heh.

So. I got a good night's sleep in my wonderful waterbed with Karen, and I probably would have slept until noon, but I didn't. Thanx, Kim!

Watched the Chiefs clench the AFC West, no surprise there at all. A fun game to watch, nonetheless.

Karen and Kim are out somewhere shopping, and I've been getting a lot of music-making in today. I still haven't found my manual to the keyboard, and I haven't gone to the trouble to DL it from the web, but I'm enjoying experimenting with it.

The big news today is that I've found my suspenders.

Y'see, about 15 years ago I really wanted a pair, so I bought them. Wore them occasionally but not regularly. Then I lost them about ten years ago. And yesterday I found them!

I've got more than a few pairs of pants that are too big now, and cinching a belt around my belly tight enough to hold my pants up is kinda painful. So - suspenders are good.

18:28... I just emptied the spam out of my deleted file. 287. I'll empty it out again in a coupla days (I didn't write down when I emptied it last, it was less than 12 hours ago!) and figger out the per-hour rate. Just because. nilknarf@nilknarf.net has been an active address for a long, long time, and I get a whole lot of spam.

I'll be going in to work tomorrow at 07:00, and it's almost 21:00, so I better get on the stick and finish this up now. Karen and I will be leaving about 16:00 for Enid tomorrow, and plan on coming back after tAunt Bea's Memorial Tuesday afternoon, weather permitting. This time of the year it's hard telling what the weather will permit in this area.

Karen is going to go out and get me some suitable clothes in the morning. I don't have any funerally attire, having managed to avoid such things for the last 20 years or so.

So there probably won't be an update tomorrow, or at least one on time, and Tuesday is iffy too. The best way to learn about when I update, of course, is to be on the notify list.

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