It seems to be a big week for goodbyes. Yesterday Walt said farewell to Jack Layton, who has already been canonized by Canada's lamestream media even before the unprecedented and costly state funeral is held.
Today, it seems only a tad premature to bid adieu to Moammar Gaddafi. As of this writing the Mad Colonel has yet to be found hanging by his feet from a lamppost in Tripoli's Green Square. However, vendors of piano wire would be well advised to set up their stalls now, as the demand over the next few days should be terrific.
Libya's so-called Transitional National Council is about to take power, thanks to more than a little random bombing and strafing by NATO warplanes. On their own, the rebels would surely be still out there in the desert, digging holes in which to bear their heads or some other body parts.
What are they like, then, these members of the forces for reform and democracy? Walt will tell you, just in case you're having trouble interpreting the images you've seen on TV. The rebels are a murderous rabble of infighting tribesmen, incapable of organizing a piss-up in a brewery even should they wish to do so in contravention of the strictures of Islam. You read it here first.
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