If there’s a nightclub within all of Baghdad that one might desire entry to, it is a well known fact that once you say to the bouncer, “I am here to see Moqtada”, the list in their hand is meaningless. Whether it be a Sunni, Shia or Reggae club, al-Sadr’s potential arrival is worth taking chances for. Many a venue has experienced booze shortages and money at the door like they’ve never seen with nothing more than a simple half-hour visit from this Iraqi legend. The party kicks into gear, and those who were lucky enough to have been inside before the man arrived, experience a phenomena that can only be compared to gremlins in a swiming pool, only instead of gremlins it’s hot horny jail-bait ass from wall to wall. Seemingly out from nowhere they emerge, with hungry eyes aimed right at you, a distance growing shorter every second as they maintain eye contact all the way through the crowd, arrive and ask, “can I buy you a drink?”
Easily understood as to why the people outside and especially inside the Iraqi government appear loyal to al-Sadr before all others. Notice the front row seat he managed to score for the lynching of Saddam:
So without having to load this piece up with more words than it needs, all you need to know is that an ‘al-’ is bound to be dead soon in Iraq, and every pundit from flower to ball gag will have a take on it. All I know is, the bouncer trick that worked for months isn’t working now, as owners are wary of those US satelites and missiles. Simply put, life is ROUGH in Baghdad, in a way that makes Compton in 1990 look like a theme park.
Posted by Al Swearengen in Military
