Tuesday, November 29, 2005
"You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has Kurds. And those Kurds have to be killed by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Ali Al Adeeb? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the innocent Iraqi's and you curse the Baath party. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that two or three million innocent Iraqi deaths, while tragic, probably saved my dictatorship. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves the insurgency...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties and rape rooms, you want me killing traitors. You need me killing traitors.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent killing someone. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the false freedom the U.S provides, then questions the manner in which I tried to provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and start shooting the occupiers. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!"
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