The Love Of One Mad Dictator
A Novel By: Saddam Hussein
The Baghdad night was heavy and thick with heat and passion. I couldn't sleep due to the sound of the Kurds outside my window. "Kurds, shit," I mumbled to myself as I tossed in my bed. I then picked up my telephone and ordered the Kurds to be gassed. "Kurds, yeah right, shit..." I laughed
as I said this to myself.
I got up and walked to my bathroom to shower. It was hot and wet that night in Baghdad. As I stepped in under the cold running water I saw her. She was just a maid making my bed and cleaning my rape rooms, and I was just her evil dictator that had only moments before ordered the gassing of her people. "How could she ever love me?" I quizzed myself as the cool water run over my hairy, manly body.
"Hey baby, want to take a shower and cool off?" I asked her as I opened the shower door. She nodded yes, for she was afraid I would kill her if she didn't do as I asked, and I probably would have. I made love to her as the cold water run down her naked soft body. Her nipples were erect, just as the infidel women's nipples, as I kissed them. I pulled out my little dictator and began to pleasure her when Chemical Ali came running up to the shower. "George Bush Jr. is after the WMD Related Program Activities and we must hide." I withdrew my little dictator when I had finished. "George Bush Jr, shit!"