Moammar Gadhafi already had hit a dead end in Libya. Now he’s just dead.
Gadhafi, who when he wasn’t playing lawn darts ruled Libya with a dictatorial grip for 42 years until he was ousted by rebels in a bloody civil war, was killed today when revolutionary forces overwhelmed his hometown, Sirte, the last major bastion of resistance two months after the regime fell.
Personally, I’m glad this nutball is dead because nobody apparently knew how to spell his name. This has driven media types crazy for years. For instance, I say Gadhafi, you say Gaddafi. Others says Gathafi or Kadafi or Gadafy.
And it’s not just his last name that has scholars and journalists more confused than if you dropped them into a gigantic Halloween corn maze. Take his first name. I say Moammar and you say Muammar.
No wonder whatever-his-name was such a weird dude. Actually, I think his name probably was Harry “The Hat” Monster, aka The Mad Hatter.
Yep, not only was this guy a weird dude, he was a bad dude. He evidently was only generous to his haberdasher, who judging by Gadhafi’s bizarre costumes, was equally as insane.