I mean, he looks like Keith Richards on a bad day!
(No, that's Keith Richards on a GOOD day!)
Second, what the hell is his name?!?
Muammar Qaddafi... Mo'ammar Gadhafi... Muammar Kaddafi... Muammar Qadhafi... Moammar El Kadhafi... Muammar Gadafi... Mu'ammar al-Qadafi... Moamer El Kazzafi... Moamar al-Gaddafi... Mu'ammar Al Qathafi... Muammar Al Qathafi... Mo'ammar el-Gadhafi... Moamar El Kadhafi... Muammar al-Qadhafi... Mu'ammar al-Qadhdhafi... Mu'ammar Qadafi... Moamar Gaddafi... Mu'ammar Qadhdhafi... Muammar Khaddafi... Muammar al-Khaddafi... Mu'amar al-Kadafi... Muammar Ghaddafy... Muammar Ghadafi... Muammar Ghaddafi... Muamar Kaddafi... Muammar Quathafi... Mohammer Q'udafi... Muammar Gheddafi... Muamar Al-Kaddafi... Moammar Khadafy... Moammar Qudhafi... Mu'ammar al-Qaddafi... ???
According that universally-revered online reference guide, Wikipedia, the possiblities are seemingly endless:
Whatever. I suspect soon they will be pronouncing him "Dead".
And finally, while I'm on a roll, how does a crack-head like this convince a group of gorgeous women to remain virgins, submit to three years of training on how to manually maim and kill, and serve as his personal body guards?
In 1998, one of them threw herself over the madman as militants tried to assasinate him. She and two others were killed in a hail of bullets; Gaddafi escaped unharmed.
I feel like I missed a day during my college class in "Dictatorship 101".
I just don't get it!