Indeed, our betters pled to keep the Saddam gulag intacto, a place where human life was worthless in the shadow of power, then when the victims are ascendent, our betters say let bygones be bygones.
Our betters think it a nice thing that the Iraqis sit down with their murderers, that justice should resemble a tea party. The dead cry out for justice, but our betters say this is an excellent opportunity to keep quiet. Our betters seek to do the Mukhabarat one better and bury justice a second time.
I've a word for our betters, you are frauds.