I Love That Gaddafi Is Dead.

I love it that Gaddafi was found alone, hiding, his fingers in his ears, saying, "lalalalalala I'm not listening". I think it's hilarious. Saddam Hussein went the same way, deserted by all his sycophants. The same individual power that attracted followers repelled them when that power attracted many angry men with guns.



I love that a man who stole billions of dollars from his countrymen didn't stop to think to spend a few million on an escape plan, he never thought he'd need one. Even an alpha gorilla knows when his time is up, knows when to retreat with a bunch of happy memories. I love that twenty years ago Gaddafi claimed he would die as a martyr. I wonder if he predicted his own people would pull him from a drainage pipe and take turns to shoot him in the legs?

Gaddafi died too quickly. He was placed in an ambulance, taken to hospital, there was an attempt to make him suffer longer. It's important that tyrants and despots die slowly and painfully, ensure that anyone taking up that career path knows that it usually ends badly.

I love that Gaddafi's blood line has been wiped out, that all traces of his corruption will pass in years, not decades.

I just love that Gaddafi is dead. That prick deserved it.

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