I have nothing sage to say about the godamighty state of Libya as it is at the moment, with Mussulman Caligula at the helm swearing to go down in flames (though I do note that when the insane king addresses his people from the balcony, it is usually the last act; I think of Lola Montes. At least Montes, when the crowds began to riot, had the panache to toast them with champagne. I figure if Qaddafi’s bodyguards show up at the window, it’s curtains.)
But Lordy, haven’t we been screwing with this piece of the world for centuries?
If Qaddafi is deposed and we arrive at some sort of agreement with a successor government, I want an anti-Groundhog-Day clause.