Grandad November 6th, 2006
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Grandad November 6th, 2006
The Americans have a problem. They have condemned Saddam Hussein to death. [OK, I know it's supposed to be an Iraqi court, but we all know different].
The problem is this. If they hang him, they make him into a martyr. If they don’t then they are in for years of terrorism and kidnappings demanding his release.
I have got a simple solution.
Why not send him to Mars?
NASA have nursed that ambition for years and have been itching to go. Now they have their chance. They have their astronaut.
And the Iraqi’s will be happy. If they are pro-Saddam, they will have a hero. If they are anti-Saddam then they will see the sentence carried out [not by hanging, but the effect is similar].
So let’s start the countdown……….
Grandad November 6th, 2006
I’m sitting here looking out at a beautiful crisp November morning. The sky is clear and blue. There is a lovely frost on the ground. There isn’t a breath of wind and the sun is shining.
Am I enjoying it?
No!
Why not?
Because there is a ****ing burgler alarm screeching away on the house next door and spoiling the peace. It has been screaming for the last half hour and my head is wrecked.
Why do people have the damned things? They are worse than useless. I have yet to see anyone run to catch a would-be burgler. When an alarm goes off, people just mutter profanities about the owner and then try to ignore it.
As a security device it has the opposite effect. If I were a housebreaker, I would seek out houses where the alarm is going off. I’d know that I’m safe. I’d know that the neighbours are all indoors with the windows closed. I’d know that the majority of neighbours are wishing that the house would be burgled just to teach the householder a lesson.
I used to live in The City. It was a nightmare there. Every morning, we would be woken by the dawn chorus – a cacophony of house alarms and car alarms. There would be bells and sirens and everything in between. Presumably the dimwits would open their front doors to go to work and forget that they had set the alarm. Fair enough to do it once, but every morning??
I suppose one good thing is that I now have a new profession in my retirement.
Now, where did I leave that crowbar?
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