Today I saw reports that Libyan leader/ dictator/ state-funded-terrorist-supporting quack Muammar el-Qaddafi (I'm going with the NYT's spelling) had been killed in a clash in Libya between Qaddafi's dwindling forces and the uprising against his regime. On the elliptical at the gym, I watched Anderson Cooper trying to make sense of video footage he'd received of a bloody-faced Qaddafi, apparently just before his death. And here's an article on the whole, ugly, final day of Qaddafi's life.
Our younger readers will not necessarily remember Qaddafi as the bogeyman to the US that he was back in the 1980's. But his participation in bombings of airline flights inform a bit of why it seemed logical to the US populace in 2003 that perhaps Saddam Hussein was supporting terrorist action. Many of us remember Qaddafi in association with bombings such as the one at Lockerbie.
I also recall our repeated attempts to bomb Qaddafi, which eventually led to his retreat from the world stage as the US sent sorties of F-111's over Tripoli, strategically placing bombs into the bedrooms of his various homes.
I was in history class when we discussed how and why we'd bombed Libya.
I won't mourn the man, but just as I am uncertain that I was uncomfortable with the festival atmosphere that followed the death of Bin Laden, it doesn't feel like anything to celebrate. It just feels like is something that never should have happened to begin with. I dunno. I guess we'll just have to differ on that.