It's no surprise. In the almost-liberated country of Libya, the almost-former dictator and supreme ruler for 42 years, Moammar Gadhafi, has exhorted his few remaining loyal citizens to grab their weapons, go out into the streets, and fight the rebels. Gadhafi's sons have echoed their father's words, calling on the people to keep fighting.
Yet Gadhafi and Sons are nowhere to be found. They're in hiding somewhere.
If Gadhafi and co. feel so strongly about the importance of combating the rebels, then why don't they show us how important it is? Why don't they grab some guns, come out of hiding, and lead the charge?
I think we know why.
p.s. Every news organization spells his name differently. They're all phonetic spellings, and none of them is "wrong". Don't bother trying to correct mine.
Essays on current topics and marginally relevant events. Written by a twenty-first century Renaissance man, a father of five with hundreds of children, a papa who isn't a father, and an uncle who isn't an uncle. Written by a computer professional who doesn't like computers, by an outdoorsman who doesn't get enough time outdoors, by a meat-eater who enjoys garden burgers and veggie pizzas, and by a poor man who is rich in things money can't buy.
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
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