I take no pleasure in another man death, no matter how much I think he deserved it. That doesn't mean I feel sorry for this man, or wish he were still alive. I just take no joy in it. He wasn't the devil, he wasn't evil incarnate; he was just broken,[1] a tragically short-circuited human being in a world that permits such horrible mistakes to become leaders.
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| Gadhafi |
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| Gadaff's Son |
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What I mean by that is there is no need for a supernatural explanation or metaphors. Why invent a Devil when we are so good at messing things up ourselves?
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