I got my tourist opportunity in today. I went with some fellow Soldiers onto Victory Base to tour the never completed but very bombed to pieces “Victory over America Palace” that Saddam was building in anticipation of whupping the world’s largest super-power. Back in 2003 the palace wasn’t completed, or even occupied but had to be bombed on sheer principle alone because of its incredibly presumptuous name.
I walked through four levels of rubble that once was marble and carved stone. An elaborate testament to the state one finds themselves in when they fight against U.S. Soldiers. From one of the top balconies I took pictures of “The Flintstone Village” That Saddam had built for his grandchildren to play in after he had killed their fathers. I suppose his thinking was “Dads will be missed, but a good playground is forever”.
So in the very halls built to celebrate my demise I took pictures of myself smiling amidst the debris and enjoying such classical pieces of U.S. art on the walls as “I love you mom.” And “Suga-Nuff was here.” Shock and Awe people, shock and awe.
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