BBC interview on the meaning of Qaddafi’s death (start at the 7:00 mark).
Yesterday was a big day for me, and I don’t mean because it was the first time I was on Iranian State Television (Press TV).
Yes it has also been a big day for Libya, Nato, and the cause of liberation from fear. But looked at from my little perspective the larger than life, one-of-a-kind, much misunderstood, quite stylish, partially cuddly and partially genocidal, but certainly totally paranoid dictator that I have devoted the last three years of my life to understanding is no more. I mean it is difficult to convey to you how much time I have spent mulling over the core tenets of his ideology, following his every utterance, anticipating his policy moves, and tracing the connections between his thought and that ofh Rousseau and ibn Khaldoun.
And now Gaddafi the philosopher, statesman, icon, tyrant, and sideshow freak is gone.
I feel a great void. Yes, I am happy. Yes, I know the world is a better place… but I feel that it has all happened too fast and I am just unsure what the changes this will mean for me and my ‘style’ of living. I mean some people live the NFL. Others live the stock market. I have lived Gaddafi. I almost consider him a kind of twisted family member—he has always been at the dinner table even when you didn’t want him there and he embarrassed you. And now he is gone. RIP Q. You bloody, bastard.