If you accept that US news organizations are dishonest and in league with people not in league . . .

[Stinky The Clown]

. . . with We The People, then here's what well could be afoot over in Libya. Surely they're all
yammering about it.

Background. You remember Joe Biden? Back when people actually gave enough of a shit about Iraq to talk about it, Joe proffered a notion that we could somehow cut it up into pieces. The Kurds get a piece, the Sunni get a piece and the Shia get a piece. In that Iraq, at its core, was a colonial construct of the British Emprire, and as, in its current state, Iraq isn't Babylon, there was a serious logic to that solution.

Everyone, of course, laughed. Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Joe.

But now, with respect to Libya, bifurcation seems to be seen as a serious notion.

Why is that?

Who benefits?




Libya as we know it dates only to the early 1950s. Prior to that, it was ruled, in one form or another, by the Italians (yes, even Italy has a colonial history), The Ottomans, the Romans, the Arabs, and waaaaaay back when, by the Libyan's themselves, when their empire spanned most of Africa's Mediterranean shore from Egypt, west to about the Straights of Gibralter. They're largely a Berber culture, tribal, and, apart from Morocco and Algeria, not akin to a many of their neighbors.

So, anyway, who benefits? How would they be split? Tribal fault lines?

Oil fields?

Maybe promise oil riches to a few tribal leaders and split it all up. Keep it as a few smaller countries rather than one big one so its easier to control?

Really . . . . I dunno . . . . just wonderin' and musin' . . . .







Gosh ..... I sure don't know. Do you?










Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the planes.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the planes?
Send in the planes.

Just when you'd stopped
Starting more wars,
Finally knowing
The oil that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my dear.
So where are the planes?
There ought to be planes.
Quick, send in the planes.

What a surprise.
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you
What you clearly felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you'd drifted away?
What a surprise.
What a cliché.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the planes?
Quick, send in the planes.
Don't bother - they're there.

[Stinky The Clown]

1. . . . and a self-serving kick.