It’s all here, folks… a chronology of the morning’s events as the Butcher of Baghdad was lead to the gallows. Nothing fancy; no last-minute call-to-the-governor, no nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Just ~WZZZzzzzzz~ then ~KaTHUNK~ Now he knows what peanut hulls feel like when they hit the wooden floor at Roadhouse Grill. HA!

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As I’ve said before… Sha na na na, sha na na na, hey hey hey, goooodbyeeeeeee…..

Ian & See-Dubya have massive coverage at HotAir. And don’t forget Michelle… she’s all over this.