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FORMER Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi is dead, but what a way to die. Hunted down, killed and the body, stripped and paraded around like a roadkill, followed by a nationwide celebration. Jubilant victors then get snapshots of the corpse for a photo in a frame. Personal belongings found on him taken as memorabilia. I think I even read a man saying that he'd die happy now with Gaffadi's death. And these are possibly the future leaders of the country. 

I don't see a difference between them and the dead man. 

At least for all their crime against humanity, lucky bastards Saddam Hussein and Osama Laden died a pretty decent death. One tried, found guilty and hanged, and the other hunted down, killed and buried in the sea. 

I would've loved to see Gaddafi in the International Criminal Court. 


  1. It's difficult to understand how the Libyans are feeling if you've never lived under a merciless dictator. The Romanians dealt with Nicolae Ceausescu in the same way, and yet shortly afterwards abolished the death penalty.

  2. You're right about his death being a great occasion but I honestly have mixed opinions about the whole thing, it was pretty barbaric. Like you say it would have been best to see him tried for his crimes in a proper court of law.

  3. Let's just hope for Libya's sake things will get better for them soon.

  4. Hopefully the new leaders of Libya will be at least somewhat decent. I fear that more corrupt leaders will make their ways into the country

  5. GB: i hope that they learn from Romanians , GB

    Matthew: Barbaric is the word.

    2 pesos: He was a cold - blooded dictator.

    Interwebs : (: he did

    Natural + Adam : Let hope so. It happens when someone is in power for way too long.

  6. So true. I'm really not ok with that hunt- them- down- and- kill- 'em policy. We're not animals! Bring the man to the court.

  7. Thank you for following my blog. Your post is very well written and I, too, would have preferred that the man be tried in court. I shall follow you also.


  8. I don't think he deserved to die that way


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