The apologies to Saddam are starting to flood in. Rather than make new posts for the thousands, perhaps millions, of expected entries, I will keep updating this post, so you readers out there (especially you, Saddam) only have to make one link, or bookmark.
I still have four (4) gmail invites at my disposal. Want one? The next four entrants who, along with their apologies, send me a polite request for a gmail invite, will get one. Send your heartfelt apology to Saddam to seangleeson@gmail.com
GARY passes along this mash note from a remarkably well-preserved Charles Manson (who will be 70 years young on Nov. 12). Charley has nothing to apologize for to Saddam, but he is taking this opportunity to send his regards.
LUMBERJACK shows Senator Kerry using a visual aid to apologize to Saddam for the size of Dame Heinz’s most kissable asset. How this could possibly have inconvenienced Mr. Hussein is left unsaid.
EDITOR (in Pajamas) captures the mood of the listing Kerry campaign, as the band stoically plays, “Nearer, My Gore, to Thee.”
LINDA, who my sources tell me is not really a redhead, uses her Goddess powers to levitate her versifying placard. You know, Linda, if you and your friend Judy want to send more apologies, that would be… owww! I mean, thanks. Thanks from Saddam, I mean.
LUMBERJACK enlisted the help of his Max Cleland action figure to remind us that this is the first president since Herbert Hoover to actually lose mass-grave-digging jobs.
THE WATCHER (of Weasels) employs his unequalled weasel-watching skills to catch this thankfully rare glimpse of the skittish woodland moonbat.
MARK FRUTIG and his newfound friends from the achordata phylum are so caught up in their vain quest for vertebrae, they neglected to apologize to Saddam at all! Move along, people, some of us have atoning to do.
BILL O’BRIEN captures the vengeful day-glo sorrow of these hapless diners, who have just emerged from a Kurdish restaurant. The woman holding the sign ordered the yagni.
NIKO, after a lackluster pro forma apology, is using this forum as free advertising for some kind of post-Columbus Day discount baby sale. For shame, Niko.
TERRY is generously apologizing on the “behalf of those who can’t get to a computer,” on account of their being differently vital.
JOYCE clarifies in her text that the apologist in the picture is not, in fact, Joyce, but rather she is, or at least was at the time of this writing [gotta stick to the known facts], a friend of Joyce. But Joyce shares the sentiment.