Listening to Saddam's speech this morning (available in RealMedia here) it occurred to me that Little Bush could have a very simple solution to getting rid of his family's avowed enemy: Slim Whitman's "Indian Love Call".

At the risk of being tarred with the "Don't foreigners speak funny?" brush, it really must be said that Iraq's president sounds just like the Martians from Tim Burton's woefully underrated Mars Attacks. Now they had weapons of mass destruction and no mistake. Saddam's head exploding while he zaps Dubya with a disintegration ray would make great telly. Ack ack ack!