Ring!!!!

The telephone again. It was driving Sadaam Hussein crazy. He knew, he just knew, it was the Americans again. If they weren’t threatening him they were laughing at him. Once, they were just breathing. That may have been someone else but probably not.

Ring!!!!

Sadaam had tried getting someone else to answer it for him but he still wanted to know what was said. Then he had to shoot the aide for telling him. As fun as that was it wasn’t doing his nerves any good.

Ring!!!!

He had considered disconnecting the line. Even the Americans with all their technology can’t call if the line isn’t connected. He was amused by the thought of them getting a , “This line is no longer in service” message. Trouble is, they might decide to connect it back up and kill him at the same time. No, he wasn’t giving Bush any excuses.

Ring!!!!

Don’t answer it. Even if it’s a wrong number it’s probably the Americans with a new wrinkle. Allah, those Americans don’t know when to quit. The French and the Germans don’t bother him with crank calls. The Russians don’t call him up a three o’clock in the morning. The last call from the French told him they wouldn’t fight alongside the Americans. Yea, like that helps him any.

Ring!!!!

Okay, just this one more time. Sadaam’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Sadaam, George here. Just called to say goodbye”.