A week ago, Saddam Hussein was captured. I’m no fan of W or his war on Iraq, but I don’t dispute that the “Butcher of Baghdad” is a really really bad guy — so bad that the way in which W’s daddy and Reagan cozied up to him in the 80’s just because he was anti-Iran is really obscene. But that’s a different rant. For now, the news is that this nasty man has been caught, and now they’re torturing — er, interrogating him to find those elusive (or is it illusory?) WMDs. So, do we rejoice, or not? We turn to the scriptures for guidance. Take your pick; is it

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. (Psalms 58:10)

Or, maybe it’s

Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth, and let not thine heart be glad when he stumbleth. (Proverbs 24:17)

Geez, that would be a, whaddya callit, a contradiction. Oh well; maybe He just forgot what He’d said earlier. Or changed His mind. Or was distracted by something more important. Or was just fucking with our heads.