Ah, Mr Ghaddafi... The world used to be your oyster, didn't it. You got away with almost everything with some of the world's leading politicians as your enablers, I might add.
No holds barred in your mad, bad world. Somehow being reviled doesn't seem to matter where you come from. In fact, it becomes an excuse to unleash the crazy.
All the world's a stage, a scribe famously once wrote. And every stage has its entrances and exits. What's that sound I hear? Do you hear it too, Mr Ghaddafi? It's the sound of one hand clapping.
Will the last person leaving the theatre please switch off the light?
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