Life is nice.
Maybe a little sad though.
Not that it would really matter – it might just make it even more beautiful.
Roadtripping in thick mist with my father has a strange spell.
Listening to Cure, music I listen to now and music my father used to listen to when he was in college makes it even more intense.
Till sudenly, my father stopped this weird fantasy and turned on the news instead.
Libya must be hell for its people.
After the imminent danger has been defeated and collective enemy faced death in a very inhuman and deaming way, nothing keeps clans and various factions from continuing their fight for power and influence.
And also every world’s influential entity wants to rip off a rather big piece of influence in Libya, for geopolitical means (understand: oil).
Good thing Russia and China lost their chance by remaining neutral in the Gaddafi/rebels conflict.
But still, Libya shouldn’t sacrifice so much for democracy, if they were to become a puppet controlled by USA, NATO or EU.
Such meaningless strugless only fuel aggresivity and unsatisfying hunger of western world.
Wall street protesters have a point. But shamefully that’s not the only thing. Along with a point, one to succeed must also present reasonable ways/measures to deal with the problem. And that is a thing very hard to do, without support of any major political institution.
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