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Saturday, July 26, 2003
 
QUDAY AND UDAY: OUR STUPIDITY
When some of the Iraqi people are questioning whether or not the bodies shown them on TV and in their newspapers are really Uday and Ouday, in our zeal to convince them we open up the viewing to photographers. But now, now they find that they're the work of...yes, of an American style mortician's art, to make these bodies look like whom they're supposed to be. What they saw yesterday, bearded faces all banged up and bloody, is not what they're looking at today!

Keeeripes. Jeeeeeeeeezzz. What stupidity.

If I were one of the less sophisticated citizens of Iraq, I'd say, "See, see how they can duplicate a body, see how they can change them! It must be a Uday and Ouday double. It is American trick. This is not what we saw in paper the other day."

Not only this, but they're offering the bodies to the family, so they can be buried like heroes, or a shrine made for the corpses. It is utterly stupid. It is inane. The funeral might prove to be the starting point of a riot, or a rally for an attack on US forces.

And, the stitching across the chest and down the abdomen shows further tampering. They should have covered that up and let them see the face and legs. The less we show them and the less there is to confuse people, the better it will be for everyone.
 


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