I can’t understand why people are so puzzled about the whacking of Gadaffy.
Listen, if you were providing incredibly expensive 24-hour air cover for six months, surely the least you’d expect would be a delivery. Do not let that bastard into a court of law.
Why? Because he knew, literally, where the bodies were buried and just like the other former Western puppet, Saddam, he had to be silenced as quickly as possible. The last thing you want is lunatics you used to find useful spilling the beans.
I can understand this. I don’t condemn it. Realpolitik dictates that governments must deal with all sorts of lunatics, including Gadaffy, but such lunatics, if allowed to testify, might well produce embarrassing testimony. If it was my call, I’d whack him too. I’d shoot him on the spot. He was a mass-killer, a despot, somebody none of us wanted to live, and therefore we can understand why his captors were under orders to make sure he didn’t survive.
But of course, it wasn’t my call. I don’t decide when deposed national leaders are murdered, though I wish I did.
Let’s not forget that a NATO strike on Gadaffy’s convoy by French jets allowed the local fighters to capture him. While we’re at it, let’s not forget that Gadaffy would never have been overthrown without the assistance of Western firepower. NATO’s bombardment was the only thing that allowed Libya’s insurgents to win this war, because ultimately, an army of Mad Max jeeps has no chance whatever against a properly-organised military force.
Do you believe any of this? Seriously.
Look more closely at the video and eventually you might spot some character in a Hawaiian shirt and a Stetson talking into his ear. That’ll be the guy in charge. That’ll be the guy handing out the money. Tango One is down, he mutters into his earpiece.
Yet he was a human being. I didn’t like to see a dead body dragged around the street, nor did I like to see the pictures on the front pages of the newspapers. As far as I’m concerned, such images diminish all of us.