The water was like haze, rising engulfing and flickering in the heavy heat, baking the weather-beaten once white sandstone Somewhere beyond the horizon where the world dips out of sigh, where the red sun sets into the fishless sea, he looked there unaware of the puzzled look in his face, his brown eyes solemn as he contemplates this, and what is calling?

The Guardians of the holy rock, the people of the prophet, he knew that worldly riches were his, and fame for centuries, he had struck against the crusader, the colossus, the giant of stone, the teeth in our neck, the Norseman who took the cup to his lips and drunk the seven seas dry, him who had squatted on this his land like a fat toad from a jungle marsh.

“What of the infidel? “

“Enough “There is always whisky, and enough.

All that he hears is the humming, feint and forgotten, the dry ice in his breath, what of fifty wives, and royal concubines to finish his line. Was this not his reward for Martyrdom?

The wheels set in motion. The caliphate re-made- Saladin and Mahomet, the prophet and the king, the Infidel thrown from our lands. There plan had always been to make a paradise here.

King Sheik and Prince Sheik were learned and the genie was at their command, they had gathered around them the finest astronomers, the greatest student of astrological Mathematics, the culmination of ancient flowering that reached its present day pinnacle in the minds of these master builders.

They had wealth beyond compare, enough to buy the obeisance of their people; fifty billion Muslims in the World made it their life’s goal to come to their holy city. They swam in as much money as there was grains of sand in the Arabian Desert, there were not enough stars in the whole universe to describe their luxuriousness and kind benevolence.

“They are fools” we do not need our women to work as well, we do not need the revenue, we can buy all the women from all the Stan’s, they come here in their droves, and they are made to feel most welcome to idle, for you pay us with toil of all your people. They guard our skies, our land and our Sea.

Saddam Hussein turns towards Osama Bin Laden

“Osama, my brother, how are you today? You looked tired, and are too deep in thought, come eat with me” he grabs a juicy pear and its juices hang like snot from his chin, “You are too thoughtful, what do you have to think about now? You are here, you will always be here, So will I, I love it, it is fabulous, I have all the wives my old heart can manage, no more inspecting parades, no more meetings, no more rebellious Shiva’s” He grins, and takes a slurp from his golden cup “ You sit there brooding all day, perhaps you should play your war-games, you play civilization all day, and read your books, you will never have any effect, you were a symbol, a symbol to start this whole thing

“I tire of this palace and its mazes, I long for the life of a fugitive in the Mountains of Afghanistan, I tell you brother, we were comrades then fighting for Holy Islam, God was on our side, we were invulnerable, we were righteous, I lived the life of a warrior, fearless against the enemy, why must I hide here?” he is sitting on his prayer mat, he always prefers asceticism, he has always preferred discomfort, all his early life he had been offered every luxury, he had more money than there were fish in the sea, but that was not really that rich, he had studied, he had learned the histories, the deeds of man throughout the ages to find a time in History that mirrored this.

They were Crusaders occupying the holy land; this was the only truth, their society of idiots mindlessly buying piles and piles of food and plastic guff wrapped in gaudy cardboard trying to convert the whole world with its celebration of sloth and buggery

He is a prisoner, there are no guards, he knows he would not walk not out of this gigantic, bewildering, devious labyrinth alive. He had been tasked to start a war.

In a market there must be two things, a buyer and a seller. The Saudi King is greedy, he must have more oil. Saddam would not do business with him. The damn communist, giving bread to the poor, educating women, adopting a Western lifestyle, a militarist before he was a Muslim, at least the ayatollah had principles, had to be deposed. Who knew what he would do if he had actually been allowed to let the economy grow without sanctions or war. It would have been like China or India, rather, on a Middle Eastern scale, an irreligious society, an Intelligentsia without dogma, a greater power, challenging King Sheik for mastery of the Muslim world.

They had arranged for the Planes to crash into the twin towers, they had financed and planned it, leaving a trail of crumbs to the door of Saddam’s palace. His revenge on Bush, through his agent Osama, this the Americans had learned. However, not in a way they could ever publicly hold up in court, to water board a man with his own shit and piss, to listen to him gag and vomit, and finally whisper what they had told them, Saddam and then Osama. His testimony and his mission, to endure so much to deliver a lie

When Saddam had landed by helicopter three days before the start of the invasion of Iraq King Sheik was obliged to give him shelter, however lapsed he was still one our brothers.

Osama is quick to anger, and he barks at Saddam, who is lying face down on his couch as he is massaged by three of his wives,

“What now of the people? The Arab population, the parable of growth, that we the holiest of the people of the earth are ruled by tyrants and Kings. They who sit bloated like mosquitoes on our ancient land, draining it dry in order to pay for their golden taps, and their harem. I spend long hours bathing in their pools of ice cooled water meditating and thinking, this injustice must be ended, we have all the money in the world, we mus resurrect Arabia, then we shall send first the Jews, then the Christians and finally the Shiva infidels, You there surrounded by the dusky night of voluptuous dark and clean whores!!! Those who cling to the girdle, of our sanctimony to the USA are those who live in thrall and in slavery to the wealth which they sell to the Christians”

“The few remaining followers of Jesus have lapsed into Decadence, the Christian heritage is Roman. The Evangelicals feel clean at last, properly within their tradition, when they are bathed in blood and their lust is sated”

“Where are the last of Hitler’s Jews? Sent on to our land so that perhaps we could finish the job, Churchill and Stalin hated the Jews as much as the Nazis, this is common knowledge, the Diplomats have told me, it was a secret agreement to insure that their problem would be solved somewhere other than Europe”

Where are the Red Indians who lived for centuries in their hundreds of millions? They are all gone, and there desiccated souls wander over that land, willing pestilence and conjuring madness, in their dream of the after world they only see the demons that were your ancestors and they hate you and with their evil spells to drive you into Madness and Despair”

Saddam closed his eyes and got ready to drift off; he had an enormous erection because his wives were massaging his bottom and he had smoked a lot of marijuana and had taken a Viagra. Osama could go on for hours, days, and weeks about this. He had heard it all before.

He knew it was all true, but what he could do, was there not a day went buy when he did not feel like weeping at the slaughter of his people, the good loyal people who had worshipped him as Lord of all Iraq. Had he not made them richer than they had ever been? If the Americans and the Saudis had not tricked him into War with Iran he would never have needed to invade Kuwait.

He had a clear conscience they were only Shiva’s mad infidel Shiva’s the poison gas is no different from a bullet, it kills the same, it is funny that you think that there are some kind of humane weapon, they all do the same. He had scene war, that’s why he liked it here, it helped him forget all the Death, his would come soon enough, he had already watched on the television 57 times.