While dressing for work this morning, I was yet again sidetracked by the morning news. This time, the litany of talking heads were discussing how the United States (or coalition forces) could prove to Iraq that Uday and Qusay Hussein are dead.

There are apparently thousands of Iraqis who remain unconvinced that the Hussein brothers bit the proverbial bullet. Yet, thousands more Iraqi people are protesting near the house where the brothers Hussein were blown to bits. Clearly, these people aren’t communicating, and the United States needs to set the record straight by proving Iraq’s good old boys are dead.

We can’t show photos of the bodies because that would set a dangerous precedent as to how photos of our slain soldiers might be handled in the future. But we can’t sit by and do nothing because that would encourage Hussein supporters to keep acting a fool up in Baghdad.

The solution, and a bit of justice, might lie with a couple of abused teenagers. If you read “Time” a few months back, you know one of the Hussein brothers basically stole at least two pre-teen girls and made them his sex slaves. Surely, their families and neighbors all know the veracity of the girls’ story, and the culprit’s face is certainly burned into each child’s emotionally troubled mind. Who better to bear witness to Hussein’s body on a platter?

The girls get to see this bastard dead, which I’m sure they’ve dreamed about, the Iraqi people get to hear the truth from two of their own who have absolutely no reason to lie, and the U.S. doesn’t have to host a dead man on a tray slide show. Everybody goes home happy. Sort of.