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Nothing is ever Sirte-n

Nothing is ever Sirte-n

So after months of silly games of hide-and-seek and media speculation, Colonel Gaddafi is now dead – the final scenes taking place in a drain in his home region of Sirte. Given his infamously ostentatious lifestyle, it was something of an inglorious end – he didn’t even get a last meal of falafel washed down with a pint of fresh camel milk. Read the rest of this entry »

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Turmoil in Tripoli

Turmoil in Tripoli

Looking at the recent pictures of the “rebels” rampaging through the Libyan capital, I can only fear how far this is going to go before Western leaders finally see that they have played no insignificant part in yet another regional destabiliation exercise. It is as if they want to see yet more bloodshed and boats making their way across the Mediterranean. There is far too much concentration on the here and now, and little consideration for what may lie around the corner: the dreamers still believe that the toppling of Muammar Gaddafi will result in some fledgling democracy, the culmination of what has been dubbed the “Arab Spring”. Read the rest of this entry »

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Night vision googles

Night vision googles

Well, it finally looks as though the game is up for the Libyan Colonel… No more stories of farting in tents, oversized “Afrika” bling-bling and armies of Italian callgirls being recruited into some ideological Qu’ran-wielding army. Oh well, one didn’t expect the comedy to last for long. Read the rest of this entry »

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Shoehorning Hitler

Shoehorning Hitler

Not so much a Daily Mail Nazi Story of the Week, but a silly and utterly pointless little article that provides the editors at my favourite online tabloid with what is probably the most ridiculous excuse yet to shoehorn in a photograph of Adolf Hitler – or should I say Adolphe Hitler, the Führer’s rather foppish French fashion guru doppelgänger. Read the rest of this entry »

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Qadhdhaafiy’s Qomedy Qorner

Qadhdhaafiy's Qomedy Qorner

Our friend the Colonel is at it again, going from one curious self-publicity stunt to the next…

Not content to entertain bored foreign dignitaries in his expansive Bedouin tent with his legendary displays of belching and flatulence or inventing long-winded self-congratulatory titles that would have made both Idi Amin and Joseph Mobutu blush – figuratively speaking, of course – the Libyan lothario’s adventures have taken a truly wacky turn with his attempt to corral five-hundred Roman call girls and convert them to Islam.

Gaddafi’s night in with ‘500 attractive girls’ – and the Koran

Bizarre.

Interestingly, there are many ways to write the Carthaginian Colonel’s name (in Arabic, معمر القذافي) in Western script. Gaddafi is by far the most common (I would not choose to be pretentious and write something like Qadhdhaafiy) but it is a topic that could itself be the subject of a major study: “How journalists around the world spell my name”, by the self-prociamed Guide of the First of September Great Revolution of the Socialist People’s Libyan Arab Jamahiriya.

Here are but a few. Enjoy the lesson.

Gadafi, Gadafy, Gaddafi, Gadaffi, Ghadaffy, Gadhafi, Ghaddafi, Ghaddafy, Gheddafi, Kadafi, Kaddafi, Kazzafi, Khaddafi, Khaddaffy, Qadafi, Qaddafi, Qadhdhafi, Qadhdhaafiy, Qathafi, Q’udafi, Qudhafi.

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The Crook and the Colonel

Not much to report today, save the rather hilarious images in The Times of Italy’s playboy PM Silvio “Papa” Berlusconi and Libya’s fashion icon leader Colonel Muammar al-Gaddafi. A sight more hilarious even than those of BNP leader Nick Griffin – himself a one-time mate of the oily Colonel – dodging leftists’ attempting to turn him into an walking omelette.

Tripoli’s finest windbreaker looking a little uncomfortable. He’s probably holding one back.

Known for his habit of loudly breaking wind when in the presence of visitors, the Colonel looked like some strange cartoon strip character – one of those oily, villianous tinpot leaders often found in Herge’s Tintin books.

I wonder if crafty old Silvio has a harem all specially prepared?

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