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Something to Cheer Up a Morning

There are times when you just know there is a God and today is one of those times.

How do I know this? Well, due to an extreme bout of restless-leg syndrome overnight, I've been having a squizz at the Internet seeing what's going on in the world.

The thing that grabbed my attention and jostled the funny bone was a yarn about old Soddem Hussein's willing agents of death and terror - his army.

Iraq's military forces have never been renown for being caring-sharing types - except during the Gulf War when they made the roads a bit softer for Allied tanks by falling over in front of them.

However, in the let's-slaughter-some-innocent-civilians stakes - usually fellow Iraqis - they are gold-medal winners.

So it was with great delight that I read about a bit of a cock-up that old Soddem's boys made when mucking around with nasty weapons of chemical warfare.

Apparently, the dopey buggas didn't realise that poison gas shells can be a little dangerous to life and, presumably while working out which batch of women and children they should try them out on, accidently gassed themselves.

At least 20 civilian-killers died and another 200 were left pretty sick.

Now, Soddem, old fruit, a word of advice. You should listen to your mother when she tells you it's not safe to play with chemicals. They can do terrible things to you. They could explode or cause you to die in horrible ways.

We're keeping our fingers crossed.

PS. How many Iraqi soldiers does it take to change a lightbulb?

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