While I was driving home to Florida, after securing my visa, I heard the good news.
The number one shitstain in Iraq (I will not include the bastard's name) was no more.
He was dead, deceased, kaput, no longer living, deprived of life, inanimate, no longer current, put out, extinguished, defunct, sterile, inoperative, shuffled off this mortal coil. It was suicide by ordnance - a pair of non-improvised explosive devices.
This good news was followed by Iraq's final cabinet positions being filled. Surely, there couldn't be more.
Today there was.
He did not go peaceably into the night. He suffered. He had witnesses.
I have shamat. I have Schadenfreude.
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