I read in a Maxim mag a couple of months ago about the tortures and crimes that Saddam's sons Uday and Quasay committed, many tortures taught by Daddy Hussein. How can these a-holes pray to God when they bring so much pain and suffering to their own kind? Here's some clips from the article
<< Torture, rape, and mass murder are the family businesses. Saddam Hussein taught his sons well. Now the boys are eager to prove to the world that Dad was just a lightweight.
A coming-of-age party is a touching occasion observed in almost every world culture. Some kids get a Camaro for their sweet 16, while others get a gold watch or a fat envelope of cash. The sons of Saddam Hussein, the Iraqi dictator, got Beretta pistols, full clips, and a sitting duck....
The roughly shorn sheep, its feet tied with cord, sensed what was coming. Its bleating turned into a continuous wail. Eight-year-old Uday glanced around the arid countryside, hoping the screams wouldn?t alert the shepherd. Uday motioned to his playmate to grab hold of the sheep?s head and twist to strangle the animal?s cries. First Uday made deep cuts in the tendons of the legs and along the back. He took his time with the genitals before disemboweling the sheep, slowly pulling out its intestines, watching the terror and pain in the animal?s eyes. His technique had been improving. He could sometimes make the session last an hour before putting out the eyes and finally slashing the throat. Later he told friends that ?the blood really interested me.?...
Although he fawned over his three daughters, Saddam was determined that his sons be the inheritors of his rule. From an early age, the brothers underwent training. Sitting enthralled in front of the TV like normal kids watching cartoons, the brothers watched torture videos of the Iraqi police ?disciplining? dissidents: forcing a victim?s jaw open until it broke, injecting water under the skin until it ripped. On special occasions, the boys were even allowed to watch the rape videos, used for official blackmail.
It was a bright Baghdad day in the late ?70s when a black Porsche 928 roared into the courtyard of the exclusive, all-boys Baghdad School. Behind the wheel was 14-year-old Uday, one foot on the dash, a Cuban cigar in his mouth, and a trashy, peroxide blonde draped across his lap. When he stepped out of the car, his outfit of jeans and a T-shirt contrasted sharply with the jacket-and-tie uniforms worn by the other boys. Though Qusay was delivered by Mercedes limousine every morning, he copied his brother?s attire, though he often topped his outfit off with a crown of laurel leaves....
Uday was spinning out of control. There was no mistaking him in the clubs and hotels of the city. The muscular six-foot psychopath with the Miami Vice stubble favored gold-rimmed, mirrored Ray-Bans, seven-inch Cuban Montecristos, and jewel-encrusted Rolex watches.
It was the look he was sporting on a crisp, dry winter day in 1987 when he drove around the campus of the University of Baghdad looking for action. He caught sight of Nahle Sabet, a pretty architecture student from a respected middle-class Christian family he?d noticed when he occasionally attended classes. He cruised past her slowly now, honking, trying to get her attention. She refused to even look in his direction.
Two days later Sabet was a few blocks from her family?s home in a Baghdad suburb when a Mercedes sedan screeched to a halt on the sidewalk in front of her. Two men in dark suits got out and identified themselves as secret police. They told her she was wanted at headquarters for questioning and led her into the car.
Headquarters turned out to be a farm Uday owned several miles from Baghdad. The frightened girl was hustled into a drawing room, where Uday sat at an antique desk. ?You?re very lucky,? he said. ?I?ve chosen you as my new girlfriend.?
?You?re insane,? Sabet stammered. ?I want to go home!?
?Strip her,? Uday ordered his guards. The burly men pounced on her and ripped at her clothes until she was cowering naked on the floor. Uday towered over her, unrolling his favorite wire cable. ?First I will beat you. Then, if you?re good, I?ll allow you to please myself and my men.?
It took Uday and his men almost three months to break Sabet?s spirit. Then Uday tired of her. Her face was ruined; her body was a mass of bruises. He had the guards take her out to the kennels where he kept his attack dogs?Rottweilers, Dobermans, and great danes. He?d told the keepers several days before to stop feeding them.
Nahle Sabet was then smeared with honey and tossed into the kennels, where all evidence of the crime disappeared.
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<< Torture, rape, and mass murder are the family businesses. Saddam Hussein taught his sons well. Now the boys are eager to prove to the world that Dad was just a lightweight.
A coming-of-age party is a touching occasion observed in almost every world culture. Some kids get a Camaro for their sweet 16, while others get a gold watch or a fat envelope of cash. The sons of Saddam Hussein, the Iraqi dictator, got Beretta pistols, full clips, and a sitting duck....
The roughly shorn sheep, its feet tied with cord, sensed what was coming. Its bleating turned into a continuous wail. Eight-year-old Uday glanced around the arid countryside, hoping the screams wouldn?t alert the shepherd. Uday motioned to his playmate to grab hold of the sheep?s head and twist to strangle the animal?s cries. First Uday made deep cuts in the tendons of the legs and along the back. He took his time with the genitals before disemboweling the sheep, slowly pulling out its intestines, watching the terror and pain in the animal?s eyes. His technique had been improving. He could sometimes make the session last an hour before putting out the eyes and finally slashing the throat. Later he told friends that ?the blood really interested me.?...
Although he fawned over his three daughters, Saddam was determined that his sons be the inheritors of his rule. From an early age, the brothers underwent training. Sitting enthralled in front of the TV like normal kids watching cartoons, the brothers watched torture videos of the Iraqi police ?disciplining? dissidents: forcing a victim?s jaw open until it broke, injecting water under the skin until it ripped. On special occasions, the boys were even allowed to watch the rape videos, used for official blackmail.
It was a bright Baghdad day in the late ?70s when a black Porsche 928 roared into the courtyard of the exclusive, all-boys Baghdad School. Behind the wheel was 14-year-old Uday, one foot on the dash, a Cuban cigar in his mouth, and a trashy, peroxide blonde draped across his lap. When he stepped out of the car, his outfit of jeans and a T-shirt contrasted sharply with the jacket-and-tie uniforms worn by the other boys. Though Qusay was delivered by Mercedes limousine every morning, he copied his brother?s attire, though he often topped his outfit off with a crown of laurel leaves....
Uday was spinning out of control. There was no mistaking him in the clubs and hotels of the city. The muscular six-foot psychopath with the Miami Vice stubble favored gold-rimmed, mirrored Ray-Bans, seven-inch Cuban Montecristos, and jewel-encrusted Rolex watches.
It was the look he was sporting on a crisp, dry winter day in 1987 when he drove around the campus of the University of Baghdad looking for action. He caught sight of Nahle Sabet, a pretty architecture student from a respected middle-class Christian family he?d noticed when he occasionally attended classes. He cruised past her slowly now, honking, trying to get her attention. She refused to even look in his direction.
Two days later Sabet was a few blocks from her family?s home in a Baghdad suburb when a Mercedes sedan screeched to a halt on the sidewalk in front of her. Two men in dark suits got out and identified themselves as secret police. They told her she was wanted at headquarters for questioning and led her into the car.
Headquarters turned out to be a farm Uday owned several miles from Baghdad. The frightened girl was hustled into a drawing room, where Uday sat at an antique desk. ?You?re very lucky,? he said. ?I?ve chosen you as my new girlfriend.?
?You?re insane,? Sabet stammered. ?I want to go home!?
?Strip her,? Uday ordered his guards. The burly men pounced on her and ripped at her clothes until she was cowering naked on the floor. Uday towered over her, unrolling his favorite wire cable. ?First I will beat you. Then, if you?re good, I?ll allow you to please myself and my men.?
It took Uday and his men almost three months to break Sabet?s spirit. Then Uday tired of her. Her face was ruined; her body was a mass of bruises. He had the guards take her out to the kennels where he kept his attack dogs?Rottweilers, Dobermans, and great danes. He?d told the keepers several days before to stop feeding them.
Nahle Sabet was then smeared with honey and tossed into the kennels, where all evidence of the crime disappeared.
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