The Motherfucker’s Birthday

Everything becomes a gesture of dance: the torture, the hesitant political humour and the war. Everyone becomes a dancer, the dictator and the oppressed performing a distorted version of this human act. Saddam dances, Bush dances, so what’s left for the Iraqi people except to join in? Everything becomes a gesture of dance: the torture, the hesitant political humour and the war. Everyone becomes a dancer, the dictator and the oppressed performing a distorted version of this human act. Saddam dances, Bush dances, so what’s left for the Iraqi people except to join in? Everything becomes a gesture of dance: the torture, the hesitant political humour and the war. Everyone becomes a dancer, the dictator and the oppressed performing a distorted version of this human act. Saddam dances, Bush dances, so what’s left for the Iraqi people except to join in? Everything becomes a gesture of dance: the torture, the hesitant political humour and the war. Everyone becomes a dancer, the dictator and the oppressed performing a distorted version of this human act. Saddam dances, Bush dances, so what’s left for the Iraqi people except to join in?