The Apparation

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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I saw a man kneeling beside the dead body Gadhafi with a smirk on his face holding thumbs up… eleven months later he was slain just like the tyrant…. He became an envoy a friend of the wrecked country, a buddy working to make the country a rational state the US way; a client state to help oil flow freely to the west. But he forgot, as many do, the infamy Arabs has suffered in the hands of the west… even if people were glad a tyrant was gone they still found the picture offensive. For they see the inequity of the selective way the west pushes democracy on the weak. A ghost looms, a cuckoo in the nest, it will not give up until it has full power of the defeated and we blindly follow this cuckoo´s call into the abyss.

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