Witnessing the gruesome spectacle left me feeling queasy, and a little pukey; like the intestinal turmoil experienced when smelling unwisely the carton of forgotten cottage cheese found in the bottom of the fridge. Worse for the self-chastising, (You knew before opening it, but looked anyway) the irresistible, magnetic attraction of that rancid bit of work proved better again than your judgement.

 

Of course, I'm referring to the awful demise of Libya's former revolutionary leader, Moammar Gaddafi. But, what worked so jarringly on my poor innards was not the image of a battered, bloodied, and bedazzled Gaddafi, (who we now hear was, at the time of the pictures I saw, just recently sodomized with what appears in the cell phone images of the sexual assault to have been a knife) but the grotesquely gleeful Hillary Clinton. 

 

Clinton was informed of Gaddafi's departure while waiting to appear on CBS television. She was being recorded prior to air, I presume without knowing, and made the famously unfunny joke, "We came. We saw. He died." Har. Har.

 

Even less funny now, it seems Gaddafi was traveling under a white flag of truce, trying to do just what president Obama chided him for not doing, and leaving Libya behind.

 

It appears he was set up, surrendering he thought to Hillary Clinton, only to be ambushed by a Predator drone and delivered to his enemies.

 

 

 

 

 

Kurt Nimmo of Infowars.com writes;

 

 

Fittingly, debased treachery ends the beginning of Libya's new colonial era.