As I came around, feeling rather sick & groggy I switched my phone on to receive several congratulatory messages about the death of Muammar Gaddafi.
I’m not in much of a celebratory mood, so I’ll keep it brief.
I was pretty disgusted with Al Jazeera’s blood letting footage of Gaddafi being dragged through the streets.
And yes he was captured alive, before being executed.
You can see the Mistress of Destruction Hilary Clintons reaction to Gaddafi’s demise, perhaps her glee wouldn’t have been so forthcoming if she knew the camera’s weren’t rolling.
I remember the cries of the west when the bodies of yankee mercenaries are dragged through the streets in Iraq, yet the images of Gaddafi’s dead body on TV is comes more anticipated than a world cup final, with expert white man analysis included.
So let’s celebrate death again.
Like we did with Saddam, like we did with Bin Laden, like we did with Awlaki.
Gaddafi is dead.
Let’s pass around the photos & videos, let’s give each other high fives & cheer on looking at his corpse.
This death porn is making me sick.
You’ve replaced one tyrant leader with a NATO puppet.
In 20 years time, a Libyan will come to London or to Paris, blow himself & countless other civilians up, and we’ll wonder why he did it.
There will be no reconstruction in Libya.
There will be a flood of capital from the PEOPLES Oil wealth into French & British companies bank accounts.
To understand what has transpired, I will not insult your intelligence with half baked shit the media are giving to you. You can click through for all my posts on Libya & Gaddafi to get a full flavour of what’s coming to every single Muslim country.