Evil isn't the word. It's so horrific you forget to breathe. The details shut you down. Finally there's a long intake of oxygen, and the thought "Jesus!" Or Allah. The murder of so many by General Mladic defies comprehension.
He stroked the face of a terrified teenage boy. The photographer was there to record it. Then he had him shot, along with 8,000 unarmed Muslim men and boys. He ordered snipers to shoot toddlers in the street as they queued with their mothers for bread.
Yet he lived as a hero among friends who protected him from justice for 16 years. Yesterday his court hearing was cut short because he seemed too ill to continue. Some people believe he will pay after death. A vengeful God will see him suffer agonies for eternity. I wish it were so. Instead he seems destined to spend years in a cushy prison in the Hague, while legal proceedings drag on. He can learn a language, ceramics are said to be popular there.
We shot Osama, we hanged Saddam. If we ever get close to Gadaffi we should dispatch him in the same manner. Mladic gets kindness and the kid glove.
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