Glenn Reynolds posted a reader's fiskette on an MSNBC story about Uday (yes, after deliberation, I've decided to stick with a "y" at the end) Hussein's home video collection. As only could be expected with a member of one of the most horrific dynasties from the last century, Uday's exploits are at once totally unsurprising and yet utterly and discomfitingly mad:

One of the most memorable tapes [probably a difficult task for the judges' panel, -ed.] is of a birthday celebration. When the drunken Uday becomes bored with sullen dancing girls, he pulls out a machine gun and starts shooting in the air in time with the beat from the band. When that palls, he fires at champagne bottles with his pistol and orders one of his flunkies to throw beer bottles in the air for him to shoot at with an assault rifle. For fun, he aims a few rounds over the heads of his guests, some of whom throw themselves on the ground in terror, only to arise laughing and clapping at the prank, and, no doubt, in relief at still being alive. Uday then finishes off the party by shooting directly over the heads of the band members, who amazingly, keep playing. The keyboard player crouches behind his instrument, still pounding the keys, as Uday shoots up the HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign hung at head level across the stage. When he runs out of bullets, Uday shakes hands with the frightened singer, and just to show he’s a good sport, tells the keyboard player: “See all those holes? All those bullets could be in your belly.” Then he laughs.

Tee-hee! What a card! As is always with circumstances of judgment, we can separate the incoherent from the sane by discovering who would possibly think this man's destruction - immediate, thorough, permanent - makes the world less rich or secure.