Qaddafi Dead


Every time a dictator falls I hope, a hopeless hope I know, for one thing: That his people would show him mercy and forgiveness, which he'd never shown to his own people. Instead, to my disappointment, they always show the animalistic vengeful side of human nature. Dark.

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