Gaddafi, good riddance. We witness the demise of another tyrant whose contribution to the overall good of the world was entirely negative. What will you be remembered for, Gaddafi? The hapless innocents in that plane over Lockerbie? The cowardly shooting of Yvonne Fletcher outside your London Embassy? The thousands of innocent lives taken or ruined by terrorists and thugs in Northern Ireland, Spain and wherever else by your supply of Armalite rifles and Semtex to the IRA, ETA and other self styled “freedom fighters”? The thousands of your own people you murdered, tortured and raped?
I hope that Libya develops into a stable and peaceful country and becomes a moderate Islamic state where all it’s people share in it’s wealth and potential prosperity, that they can set an example of how to live alongside the west. And the mad colonel? The man with the golden gun will be just another bad memory, a brown stain in the dust, his last palace a sewer pipe in the ground. Shelley’s sonnet on the transitory state of power seems appropriate today:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away