Gaddafi Gone

Only a matter of time, wasn't it? Poetic justice, some would say. Not nearly as bad as he deserved, others may say. Another blatant violation of sovereignty, is all I see. But all the same, Gaddafi is dead. And while I am no supporter of his domestic politics (even though I really don't care much for dead humans, at least no less than most humans care about the death of animals. How many of you are even aware that a whole bunch of tigers, lions and what-not were shot a couple of days ago by cops in Ohio in the Unbelievable States of Arseholes?), I did admire the man for the same reasons as I had for Saddam: sticking to his guns (literally too, to some extent) and opposing Western imperialist designs even in the face of much adversity.

But what is done is done, and I am not about to tear my hair out over something that, frankly, doesn't even affect me remotely. I would rather that the man was still alive and kicking, and that he kept showing the proverbial middle finger to whoever he felt like. But I am no Jesus Christ, and he no Lazarus. It struck me as comical though, the fact that he was finally found in a drain pipe. Seems like these tyrant-type rulers have a thing for pipes and holes as they draw close to their final moments.

What I find especially irritating is these fucking rebels who take the claim for having brought Gaddafi down. From the start to the finish, they would have been able to do all of diddly squat, had it not been for the US and NATO bombing the shit out of the government forces. Even this last battle was decided by the NATO airstrike on the convoy in which Gaddafi was trying to flee Sirte.

And oh, here is a picture for thought. Kids celebrating the fall of Gaddafi. Yes, it is a real gun. Ask the AP photographer if you must.