Leaving Libya, Part II

Yesterday I made the offhand comment that a couple colonels got orders to bomb civilians, jumped in their planes, and hi-tailed it to Malta. Five hours ago, a Libyan warship pulled into Malta after refusing to shell the city of Benghazi. As of a few hours ago, a second Libyan warship is heading in the same direction.

Now the UN Security Council is meeting after officially condemning Kadafi's actions. Their decision should be simple: let the Libyans oust their own dictator, eviscerate him, celebrate, and then send a small pecaekeeping force in to make sure that in her own excitement Libya doesn't manage to set herself on fire.

Something to mull over: Libya, under Kadafi, the man who saw protesters chanting in the streets for a change of government and decided the optimal solution would be to blast his own fucking country into the stone age, is on the UN Human Rights council.

Enough politics. Tomorrow we talk religion, because I haven't taken a potshot at a preacher in too long. Keep to the streets.

Mahalo,

Tambour

The whole Middle East is on fire right now, and it's spreading fast. Tunisia, Egypt, Bahrain...all of them decided (seemingly spontaneously) to overthrow their respective autocracies. Then Libya joined the fight, and right now innocent peaceful protesters are getting the ever-loving shit blown out of them by their own military...but even their military, much like Egypt's, is starting to side with the Rebellion. I read a newsflash today that two colonels who had received orders to bomb protesters took to their planes and flew into Malta, requesting asylum. Not quite the display "Crazy Ivan," a Russian troop commander in World War II who shelled his own HQ until they gave him more vodka, would pull off, but it's a damned solid start. Gaddafi and his son are madmen, and everything is turning against them. Images of massacred civilians are flaring up all across the Internet. And you know what? It's perfect.

I'm damned proud to be a human being right now. And so should you.