[CLUE-Talk] Charlie Daniels comments, article about Saddam's sons.

[David Willson]

Kevin,

This is an interesting article, and I am tempted to believe every word
of it, but before I do, is there any supporting evidence or outside
corroboration of these facts?

David

On Wed, 2003-03-19 at 23:43, Kevin Cullis wrote:
> As we begin to see the Iraq conflict begin, I found this and thought I'd
> pass it on to you.
> 
> http://www.charliedaniels.com/soapbox/03/242.html
> 
> You know, the liberals may be right, we may be protecting the oil in the
> Middle East.  But let me ask one question: if Saddam had not been
> stopped by the first Gulf War and had gained control over 40% of the
> worlds oil (Kuwait and Sadia Arabia), what do you think he would have
> done controlling this amount of the world's oil supply?  Given it away
> to poor countries?  Sold it to help the Iragie people? 
> 
> I think not!!  He would have sold it to gain more weapons to control
> even more of the world's oil.
> 
> Read this article about Saddam's sons in the magazine Maxim:
> 
> ---------------------------------------
> 
> Blood Brothers
> 
> Torture, rape, and mass murder are the family businesses. Saddam Hussein
> taught his sons well. Now the boys are eager to prove to the world that
> Dad was just a lightweight.
> 
> Maxim, September 2001
> 
> By Gil Reavil
> 
> Dave Cogan
> 
> A coming-of-age party is a touching occasion observed in almost every
> world culture. Some kids get a Camaro for their sweet 16, while others
> get a gold watch or a fat envelope of cash.
> 
> The sons of Saddam Hussein, the Iraqi dictator, got Beretta pistols,
> full clips, and a sitting duck.
> 
> The execution chamber deep in the bowels of al-Nihayyah (Palace of the
> End) was an ancient room that stank of blood, shit, and fear. Inside, a
> middle-aged man stood swaying and trembling. In 1979, Saddam Hussein
> arrested dozens of Iraqi politicians during his bid for absolute power.
> The public servant in the basement had been tortured for days, his
> fingernails plucked out with pliers.
> 
> The heavy iron door clanked open, and in walked a squad of Mukhabarat,
> Saddam’s secret police. With them were two skinny teenagers trying to
> look tough as nails. Anyone moved to chuckle, however, would have been
> well advised to consider the two guns the boys were holding in front of
> them.
> 
> “Ustav, ustav!” exclaimed the guards, shouting “master” to the two
> adolescents. Suddenly, the prisoner knew the boys’ identities. His
> stomach churned with dread. These were the sons of Saddam Hussein: Uday,
> 15, tall for his age, with bulged-out eyes and protruding teeth; and
> Qusay, 13, smaller, but the image of his father at the same age.
> 
> As an official read a list of crimes, the boys raised their guns and
> took aim. Before the politician could utter a word, their first shots
> slammed into his torso, throwing him against the wall. The police escort
> then drew their own weapons and fired. As dozens of bullets riddled the
> body, it jerked spastically. The boys kept firing until the body was
> nothing more than a bloody lump and some tatters of cloth.
> 
> Uday, glassy-eyed and giggling moronically, was transfixed by the
> mangled corpse and continued pulling the trigger on his empty gun.
> Qusay, eerily calm as if his pulse had not risen above a resting rate,
> turned to the guard next to him. He asked in a whisper, “Do you have any
> more bullets?”
> 
> The Lion and His Cubs
> Saddam Hussein is our generation’s Adolf Hitler. In the 22 years since
> he took total control of this ancient land of 22 million people, he’s
> conducted a war with Iran, invaded Kuwait, and waged a genocidal
> campaign against his own people. Saddam’s reign of terror, however, may
> be coming to a close.
> 
> Last year Asharq al-Awsata, an Arab newspaper, reported that the Iraqi
> leader is terminally ill with lymph cancer. Like Hitler, Saddam has
> killed every real or imagined rival. Who could possibly succeed one of
> the most feared men on earth?
> 
> The two men maneuvering to rule Iraq are virtually unknown outside the
> Middle East. They are the two brothers who underwent their bloody rite
> of passage more than 20 years ago. Uday (“you-die”), 37, and Qusay
> (“coo-sigh”) 34, are scions of a criminal enterprise masquerading as
> government. In Iraq it’s called the Issaba. In Sicily it’s called the
> Mafia. Uday and Qusay are the sons of its don of dons.
> 
> Using exclusive interviews with former cohorts, Maxim has pieced
> together an inside portrait of the two men who are competing to rule
> Iraq. Their deadly, escalating battle for power may have catastrophic
> consequences—not just for the Iraqis but for every person on the planet.
> World leaders are just beginning to glean the truth. The sons of Saddam,
> they fear, may turn out to be far more dangerous than their notorious
> father.
> 
> The Boys From Tikrit
> The roughly shorn sheep, its feet tied with cord, sensed what was
> coming. Its bleating turned into a continuous wail. Eight-year-old Uday
> glanced around the arid countryside, hoping the screams wouldn’t alert
> the shepherd. Uday motioned to his playmate to grab hold of the sheep’s
> head and twist to strangle the animal’s cries.
> 
> First Uday made deep cuts in the tendons of the legs and along the back.
> He took his time with the genitals before disemboweling the sheep,
> slowly pulling out its intestines, watching the terror and pain in the
> animal’s eyes. His technique had been improving. He could sometimes make
> the session last an hour before putting out the eyes and finally
> slashing the throat. Later he told friends that “the blood really
> interested me.”
> 
> Tikrit, where Uday and Qusay were born, is 100 miles northwest of
> Baghdad, not far from Al Awja, the tiny village where Saddam was born in
> 1937. It is a former Roman outpost and reportedly the birthplace of the
> legendary Muslim warrior Saladin. It is a region renowned for violence.
> A favorite saying in Tikrit, particularly by Saddam’s clan, the Albu
> Nasir, is “Kill him and end his news.”
> 
> As a boy Saddam Hussein roamed these filthy streets with an iron pipe he
> used to fend off his enemies. An accomplished and charismatic street
> thug, his gifts were encouraged by Albu Nasir elders. It was decided to
> groom him for future power.
> 
> Saddam rose through the ranks of the Pan-Arab Ba’ath party and in 1968
> engineered a coup that made him number two behind President al-Bakr. He
> then built up a police state that forced al-Bakr into retirement in
> 1979. Hussein “accepted” the presidency and announced the discovery of a
> plot. Not surprisingly, the plotters turned out to be Saddam’s enemies
> and competitors. All were quickly eliminated.
> 
> Although he fawned over his three daughters, Saddam was determined that
> his sons be the inheritors of his rule. From an early age, the brothers
> underwent training. Sitting enthralled in front of the TV like normal
> kids watching cartoons, the brothers watched torture videos of the Iraqi
> police “disciplining” dissidents: forcing a victim’s jaw open until it
> broke, injecting water under the skin until it ripped. On special
> occasions, the boys were even allowed to watch the rape videos, used for
> official blackmail.
> 
> It was a bright Baghdad day in the late ’70s when a black Porsche 928
> roared into the courtyard of the exclusive, all-boys Baghdad School.
> Behind the wheel was 14-year-old Uday, one foot on the dash, a Cuban
> cigar in his mouth, and a trashy, peroxide blonde draped across his lap.
> When he stepped out of the car, his outfit of jeans and a T-shirt
> contrasted sharply with the jacket-and-tie uniforms worn by the other
> boys. Though Qusay was delivered by Mercedes limousine every morning, he
> copied his brother’s attire, though he often topped his outfit off with
> a crown of laurel leaves.
> 
> Uday dragged his girlfriend into his math class. The professor was
> outraged at this lack of decorum but could say nothing. He’d heard about
> the elderly professor who gave Uday a low mark and the next day was
> dragged out of class by the teenager’s bodyguards and beaten with
> cricket bats.
> 
> The professor started the class. Within a minute, Uday was up, walking
> his girlfriend to the door. “For the offense of boring me,” Uday warned
> the teacher as he reached the door, “when I become the ruler of Iraq,
> I’m going to have you shot.”
> 
> The Party Animal
> By 1984 disturbing stories of the 20-year-old Uday’s violent behavior
> were leaking out from his inner circle. There was the time Uday made a
> group of gypsy singers stand in a line, drop their pants, and sing while
> he fired a machine gun over their heads until they urinated from fear.
> Others whispered of the time Uday and his cronies had ridden to the
> resort town of Habanniya on their BMW 1000 motorcycles, abducted a
> newlywed off the street, and raped her. Afterward the disgraced girl
> threw herself from the seventh-floor balcony of Uday’s hotel room and
> died at her husband’s feet. When he cursed Uday, he was arrested for
> treason and executed.
> 
> Uday was spinning out of control. There was no mistaking him in the
> clubs and hotels of the city. The muscular six-foot psychopath with the
> Miami Vice stubble favored gold-rimmed, mirrored Ray-Bans, seven-inch
> Cuban Montecristos, and jewel-encrusted Rolex watches.
> 
> It was the look he was sporting on a crisp, dry winter day in 1987 when
> he drove around the campus of the University of Baghdad looking for
> action. He caught sight of Nahle Sabet, a pretty architecture student
> from a respected middle-class Christian family he’d noticed when he
> occasionally attended classes. He cruised past her slowly now, honking,
> trying to get her attention. She refused to even look in his direction.
> 
> Two days later Sabet was a few blocks from her family’s home in a
> Baghdad suburb when a Mercedes sedan screeched to a halt on the sidewalk
> in front of her. Two men in dark suits got out and identified themselves
> as secret police. They told her she was wanted at headquarters for
> questioning and led her into the car.
> 
> Headquarters turned out to be a farm Uday owned several miles from
> Baghdad. The frightened girl was hustled into a drawing room, where Uday
> sat at an antique desk. “You’re very lucky,” he said. “I’ve chosen you
> as my new girlfriend.”
> 
> “You’re insane,” Sabet stammered. “I want to go home!”
> 
> “Strip her,” Uday ordered his guards. The burly men pounced on her and
> ripped at her clothes until she was cowering naked on the floor. Uday
> towered over her, unrolling his favorite wire cable. “First I will beat
> you. Then, if you’re good, I’ll allow you to please myself and my men.”
> 
> It took Uday and his men almost three months to break Sabet’s spirit.
> Then Uday tired of her. Her face was ruined; her body was a mass of
> bruises. He had the guards take her out to the kennels where he kept his
> attack dogs—Rottweilers, Dobermans, and great danes. He’d told the
> keepers several days before to stop feeding them.
> 
> Nahle Sabet was then smeared with honey and tossed into the kennels,
> where all evidence of the crime disappeared.
> 
> Qusay the Snake
> Fittingly, The Godfather is the Hussein family’s favorite movie. In real
> life Qusay seemed content to play Michael to Uday’s Sonny. The more
> outrageous Uday became, the more Qusay kept to the shadows. “In Iraq we
> call him the Snake,” says Entifadh Qanbar, who once partied with the
> same crowd as the brothers. “He never comes out of his hole.” But
> Saddam, impatient with his older son, began slowly giving Qusay various
> security assignments, expanding his role as he demonstrated his
> competence and ruthlessness.
> 
> Through it all Saddam took great care to keep his sons out of harm’s way
> during Iraq’s bloody war with Iran from 1980 to 1988. Uday and Qusay
> were considered far too valuable to be risked in the brutal conflict
> that cost Iraq 600,000 casualties. The closest either of them ever got
> to the fighting was a staged event in 1982 in which Uday and Saddam
> toured the front. Saddam asked for volunteers to lead an attack. Uday
> immediately volunteered, jumped into a waiting helicopter, and took off,
> rockets firing. Unfortunately, he mistakenly fired on and injured a
> number of his own troops.
> 
> Qusay, on the other hand, always seemed too careful to make mistakes.
> Uday watched jealously as his younger brother climbed the ranks of the
> Iraqi hierarchy. Uday kept himself busy running Iraq’s Olympic committee
> and its national soccer team, where he penalized poor play by publicly
> shaving the players’ heads. He also used the 10-story Olympic
> headquarters as a personal clubhouse to front his lucrative black-market
> business in cigarettes, whiskey, and currency.
> 
> In the fall of 1985, Adnan Khairallah, Saddam’s cousin and one of the
> army’s most popular generals, called up Qusay and asked if he’d like to
> go duck hunting at his private camp near the Tigris River. With Qusay’s
> star rising, the general was eager to cultivate the younger man’s favor.
> 
> The caravan of Mercedes and army trucks arrived at the general’s camp
> before dawn. Leaving their vehicles parked among the small town of silk
> tents with their priceless Persian carpets, Adnan, Qusay, and their
> retinue trekked out into the marshes to wait for the ducks.
> 
> When the hunting party was several hundred yards away from the camp,
> they heard a great roar. Flying toward them was not a flock of fowl but
> a helicopter, its runners customized to hold rocket launchers. At the
> helm was Uday.
> 
> Uday banked his helicopter and, with the rising sun at his back, dived
> on the island and fired his missiles at the general’s tents. Two
> fireballs mushroomed from the camp. “He was laughing and was happy,”
> Abbas Jenabi, a former Uday aide, recalls. “He even destroyed some of
> their cars.”
> 
> Despite such provocations, the brothers maintained an unwavering public
> image: confident Uday and his adoring younger brother. Privately, the
> relationship was developing into something else: a bitter rivalry. One
> that turned more dangerous with each new day.
> 
> Disrespecting the Pig Roast
> There is an idyllic garden island in the middle of the Tigris River
> called the Mother of Pigs. After taking power, Saddam reserved its use
> for members of his inner circle. Saddam’s food taster and head procurer,
> Kamel Hannah Jajo, had one of the most elegant villas. Unfortunately for
> him, his next door neighbor was Uday Hussein.
> 
> In November 1988, Jajo threw a party on the island and invited the cream
> of Baghdad society. The guest of honor was the wife of Egyptian
> president Hosni Mubarak.
> 
> Qusay was invited. Uday, pointedly, was not.
> 
> All night Uday brooded, listening to the party only yards away. He
> downed tumbler after tumbler of Cognac and whiskey while fiddling with a
> battery-powered knife called a Magic Wand. When Jajo shot his AK-47 into
> the air—a form of celebration commonly known as “Arab fireworks”—Uday
> had had enough.
> 
> “Tell that son of a whore to stop!” he ordered his guards.
> 
> They returned with Jajo’s reply. “He says he takes orders only from the
> president.”
> 
> Enraged, Uday charged into the party next door, waving the Magic Wand.
> Jajo stood on a table, gun in hand.
> 
> “Get down!” Uday screamed.
> 
> “I obey only the president,” the old man repeated.
> 
> Uday went berserk, slashing the man’s throat with the electric blade.
> Jajo crumpled. Uday took out his pistol and shot his father’s aide in
> the chest, killing him instantly.
> 
> Uday immediately realized he had crossed the line. He ran back to his
> house and locked himself in the bathroom. His bodyguards ran after him
> and pounded on the door, begging him to come out. Terrified, Uday
> swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. When the guards broke through the
> doors, Uday threw up the pills all over their shoes.
> 
> Saddam hurried to the scene from the palace in slippers. The dictator
> confronted the woozy, cowering Uday in his upstairs bedroom. “If you’re
> found guilty of murder,” Saddam promised, “you will die like any other
> criminal.”
> 
> Investigators, sensing Saddam’s anger subsiding, found Uday innocent of
> the charges. Saddam ordered Uday to Switzerland until the scandal died
> down.
> 
> Saddam had had enough. He ordered Qusay to investigate Uday’s shady
> business dealings. It was exactly the break Qusay had been waiting for.
> “Qusay is a very cruel person,” says Amatzia Baram, an Iraq specialist
> at the University of Haifa. “For years he’s been gearing himself to
> become number one.”
> 
> Qusay peeled away the layers of Uday’s corruption. Its true depths came
> to light when Saddam toured Uday’s garages in a multistory fortress. As
> Saddam strolled the immaculate, polished concrete-floor rooms, he found
> a fleet of 30 Mercedes, plus Ferraris, Lamborghini Countachs, silver
> Maserati turbos, Jaguars, and dozens of Porsches. The centerpiece of the
> fleet was a Mercedes 500 fitted with a huge Rolls-Royce engine.
> 
> Saddam turned to his retinue. “Torch them,” he commanded. As Saddam
> strolled to his waiting motorcade, his son Uday’s priceless toys
> exploded inside the garage.
> 
> In exile, Uday held his own. One night at a disco, he grabbed at a
> woman,, causing her boyfriend to intervene. Uday pulled out his gun and
> threatened to kill him. Cash smoothed Uday’s indiscretions, but the
> Swiss wanted the Iraqi gone. A plane was dispatched by Dad to bring the
> errant son home.
> 
> Uday mistakenly assumed all had been forgiven.
> 
> Blood in the Sand
> In January 1991, the largest invasion force since World War II assembled
> in the Arabian desert to drive the Iraqi army from Kuwait. Saddam had
> been systematically looting the gulf emirate since invading it the
> previous August. Though the main prize was Kuwait’s multibillion-dollar
> oil industry, the Hussein family also divided up the country’s other
> material wealth. Uday sent his teams to steal every luxury car that
> could be found and brought to his farm. He later made $125 million from
> their resale.
> 
> The party didn’t last long. When the U.S. and allied forces began
> bombing Baghdad, the Husseins became scarce. Saddam and Qusay slept in a
> different palace every night. Uday moved to his farm, far from the
> danger of stray bombs.
> 
> By mid-March Saddam’s million-man army had been crushed. It was
> anticipated by the U.S. that defeat would topple Saddam and his rule.
> Though revolts broke out throughout the country, Saddam and Qusay’s
> secret police crushed all dissension. Instead of weakening the regime,
> Saddam was able to spin the defeat into a great anti-American crusade.
> 
> After the Gulf War ended, the U.N. dispatched inspectors to Iraq to
> assess the extent of Iraq’s advanced weapons development. Saddam
> appointed Qusay chief of concealment.
> 
> But Uday couldn’t help butting in. Early in 1996, he drove a
> metallic-gold 928 Porsche past a barracks of the Special Republican
> Guards. At that moment weapons inspector Scott Ritter, a former U.S.
> Marine, was standing curbside, preparing to lead his team inside. Uday
> roared past Ritter, screeched to a halt, and backed up until he was
> beside him.
> 
> “I’m alpha dog. I don’t put up with that stuff,” Ritter recalls. “So I’m
> standing there, staring this car down. Then the window rolls open, and
> there’s this idiot wearing these mirror sunglasses.”
> 
> The two men glared silently at each other. Uday revved the engine.
> Ritter refused to blink.
> 
> Uday laid down rubber.
> 
> The inspection team monitored all communications and later unscrambled
> Uday shouting on the phone about a “crow,” the name the Iraqis had for
> the weapons inspectors. “This goddamn crow is humiliating Iraq!” he
> screamed. “He embarrassed me in front of my soldiers! I want his ass. I
> want him gone!”
> 
> That night Uday’s security goons made their move to kidnap Ritter.
> Luckily, they were not only inept but also drunk. As they stepped from
> their SUV, one of them shot himself in the leg with his automatic
> weapon. His partner attacked the wrong vehicle, drawing his gun on a
> group of terrified Iraqi citizens.
> 
> Uday’s attempt at foreign relations became a popular joke in the bazaars
> and cafés of Baghdad. Worse than with all his previous transgressions,
> he was now an embarrassment to his clan. This line no self-respecting
> Iraqi could cross and survive.
> 
> You Die, Uday
> The Tigris River makes a lazy S through downtown Baghdad. At the western
> end of the S lies the Mansour district. On Thursday evening, December
> 12, 1996, three groups of idlers carrying sports bags waited at an
> intersection. Just before 7:30, they saw the two white Mercedes led by
> Uday’s Porsche.
> 
> Uday had been on a roll. Months earlier Uday’s brothers-in-law, Saddam
> and Hussein Kamel, had defected with their families to Jordan. Pardoned
> by Saddam and nagged relentlessly by their wives, the brothers finally
> consented to return to Iraq if their safety would be guaranteed.
> However, no sooner had they crossed the border than Uday separated his
> sisters from the two traitors and had the two men confined at their
> family home in Baghdad. Hours later Uday and a unit of Iraqi Special
> Forces attacked the Kamel house, killing the two brothers, their father,
> their sister, and her three children.
> 
> The convoy slowed at the T intersection with Baghdad International
> Street. The “idlers” yanked AK-47s from inside their sports bags. The
> intersection exploded with gunfire. The gunmen, from a shadowy Muslim
> group named al-Nahdah—“the Awakening”—had tracked Uday’s movements for
> weeks. The gunmen sprayed bullets at all three cars.
> 
> One of the assailants saw Uday crouching underneath the dashboard and
> let loose a barrage at the Porsche. Although the bulletproof sides of
> the car deflected some of the fire, Uday was hit eight times. Another
> gunman ran up to administer the coup de grâce, but his rifle jammed.
> 
> As the members of al-Nahdah melted from the streets, the most hated man
> in Iraq lay bleeding. Rushed to the hospital and operated upon by
> Cuban-trained doctors, Uday barely survived, temporarily paralyzed from
> the waist down and impotent. While he was still unconscious, dark rumors
> began to sweep the upper ranks of the military that Qusay, or even
> Saddam, might have ordered the hit.
> 
> When Uday woke from surgery, he found his entire family waiting by his
> bed. Saddam was furious. One by one, he pointed out the greed and
> incompetence of family members threatening his regime. Finally, he
> turned to Uday. “And what kind of man are you? Are you a politician, a
> traitor, a people’s leader, or a playboy?”
> 
> The only person that Saddam did not criticize was Qusay. The once
> adoring brothers now stared at each other with undisguised hatred. One
> of them would have to go.
> 
> Murder on a Grand Scale
> Early on the morning of April 26, 1998, Iraq’s largest prison went on
> alert. Saddam’s troops took up positions outside the towering walls of
> Abu Ghraib, a lockup for 15,000 men. Qusay Hussein was en route for an
> unscheduled inspection.
> 
> As the armored convoy wheeled through the prison gates, Captain Khaled
> Aziz al-Jenabi, a 20-year veteran in the secret police agency, the
> Mukhabarat, sat in his cramped office. “I was supposed to be on vacation
> this week,” he muttered to a colleague. He reluctantly went outside to
> meet the VIPs.
> 
> The 33-year-old Qusay stepped from the armored limousine into the bright
> sunlight dressed in starched military fatigues and dark aviator
> sunglasses. He wasted no time. “We must do something about the political
> ward. It is far beyond capacity,” Qusay said to Colonel Hassan al-Amiri
> as Captain al-Jenabi and others stood by. “I want the prisoners executed
> by the end of the day tomorrow.”
> 
> Knowing that questioning Qusay was grounds for arrest, torture, even
> death, the warden tried to stall the prince. “We don’t have the
> facilities for such a job, or the manpower,” he said, unable to believe
> they were being forced to massacre more than 2,000 political prisoners.
> 
> Qusay was unmoved: “Start at 6 a.m. Work all day; you can get it done.
> I’ll leave a squad of my own men to assist you.”
> 
> At daybreak the horror began. Faced with death, the prisoners screamed
> and cried and shit themselves with dread. The guards selected 10 men at
> a time and beat them down the stone steps into the execution room, a
> long hall lined with sandbags. The condemned were tied to poles, and
> cloth bags were pulled over their heads. Some said a final prayer to
> Allah for their souls.
> 
> A guard stepped to the first man and shot him once in the skull. He
> stepped down the line to the next and did the same. The bags over the
> men’s heads kept blood and brain matter from spraying everyone. In an
> adjoining building, five gallows stood. As soon as the nooses were
> looped around a man’s neck, he’d be kicked off the platform. As the next
> group was led in, some of the previous victims were still jerking and
> kicking.
> 
> Qusay instructed his guards to make sure every guard and officer in the
> prison got blood on his hands.
> 
> It was more than a mass murder—it was a mass initiation. “This is like a
> criminal family,” says Frank Anderson, a former CIA chief of the Near
> East?South Asia desk. “The way one establishes bona fides is by
> participating in a crime. Everybody in that country who has any
> political power has been implicated in the crime.”
> 
> The Dictator and the Beachball
> Qusay is now the second most powerful man in Iraq. No longer in Uday’s
> shadow, he has gained authority and confidence. The battle between
> brothers continues to escalate.
> 
> Uday struck back where he knew it would hurt Qusay the most. Just as he
> had lusted for Porsche 928s, Uday knew Qusay had a passion for
> thoroughbreds. “Uday went to Qusay’s farm, had poison put in the food,
> and threw it to the horses,” says former Uday aide Abbas Jenabi. “He
> killed two of the best racehorses in the world.”
> 
> But the game has moved beyond sibling rivalry: Qusay has bigger battles
> on his mind. Since the end of the Gulf War, Iraq has been hamstrung by a
> U.S.-led embargo and occasional sorties by allied air forces enforcing
> no-fly zones or bombing factories where it is suspected that teams of
> Iraqi scientists are building weapons of mass destruction.
> 
> Despite a massive air raid in the opening days of the new Bush
> administration, it is believed that Qusay has successfully concealed
> Iraq’s weapons development. Hidden in secret locations are anthrax,
> chemicals for nerve gases, and the ballistic missiles to deliver them.
> 
> Then there is the “beachball,” an Iraqi euphemism for the biggest prize:
> a nuclear weapon. Naturally, Saddam and Qusay occupy two chairs on the
> country’s nuclear commission. In this role the probable future president
> of Iraq occasionally summons Iraq’s top nuclear scientists to his
> office, where he has them stand at attention before his desk. “So,
> gentlemen,” Qusay asks politely but with deadly seriousness at the start
> of every meeting. “When can you give us the beachball?”
> 
> -----------------------------------------
> 
> Warning: If you have kids, don't give them this link becasue of it's
> content, but the article reveals some interesting info.  I apologize if
> I offend others.
> 
> Source: http://www.maximonline.com/articles/article_4211.html
> 
> Glad to be an American defending the world from oppressive leaders,
> 
> Kevin
> -- 
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