you know if I could be garonteed that I'd get to watch Michael Jakson brutaly mudered on national TV, I might be willing to let Sadam go, if he can find a sutably entertaining means of removeing that poor atempt at life and utter comptempt for the art of music in carnate that Jackson is. it truely would take a sadistical mastermind like Sadam to figure out an appropriate means of exacting suficent retrebution against that thing wich has unleashed untold acustical horrors upon our once blisfull world. I honestly cant think of anything good enough, I'm thinking tieing his feet and legs together, tieing him upside down to a poll and slowly pooring molten zinc onto his feet and letting it burn it's way through. but we'd also need the take care that the other reagond of exposed flesh are utalised for pain while he is still able to feel it, so have the pool on top of a fire and hill and poor honey on his chest and into his eyes and have his arms tied into the bottoms of a few throughs filled with hot sodium hydroxide... and get a guy to wip him too... and maybe cut an opening into his lower abdomin and place a starved rat into it, and sew it in. yeah, that'd just about cover the latter half of 1989.
see I'm not good at this like sadam, you look at an industrial plastic shreader and you see, "oh, that could be used for recycaling" Sadam looks at it and thinks "hmm, I could through peopple foot first into this thing and they'd get to feel all of there body getting torn asunder before haveing there head crushed" he's a pro.
