“The New Years Eve release of over 3000 new Hillary Clinton emails from the State Department has CNN abuzz over gossipy text messages, the ‘who gets to ride with Hilary’ selection process set up by her staff, and how a ‘cute’ Hillary photo fared on Facebook.”
CNN, however, have, along with other mainstream media outlets, been somewhat remiss in reporting on the more ‘explosive’ confirmations about Libya, which were also contained in the latest set of Clinton Email releases.
Admissions of rebel war crimes, special ops trainers being placed inside Libya from the very beginning of the protests preceding the invasion, Al Queda being firmly embedded in the U.S. backed opposition, western nations fighting to gain access to the Libyan oil fields, the real origins of the ridiculous Viagra-fuelled mass rape claims, and what may have been the real reason why the NATO-backed coalition effectively destroyed the country – the concern over Gaddafi’s gold and silver reserves, which would have directly competed with both the Euro and the Dollar.
One of those who predicted that Mu’ummar Qaddafi would be overthrown and Libya utterly destroyed was Quaddafi himself, who in his final speeches, told of a future Libya mired in utter chaos, endless civil conflict, western interference and a breeding ground for Jihadi fundamentalism and extremists.
“In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the merciful….
For forty years, or was it longer, I can’t remember, I did all I could to give people houses, hospitals, schools, and when they were hungry, I gave them food.
I even made Benghazi into farmland from the desert, I stood up to attacks from that cowboy Ronald Reagan, when he killed my adopted orphaned daughter, he was trying to kill me, instead he killed that poor innocent child.
Then I helped my brothers and sisters from Africa with money for the African Union.
I did all I could to help people understand the concept of real democracy, where people’s committee’s ran our country.
But that was never enough, as some told me, even people who had ten room houses, new suits and furniture, were never satisfied, as selfish as they were – they wanted more.
They told Americans and other visitors, that they ‘needed democracy’ and needed ‘freedom’ never realising that democracy was a cut-throat system, where the biggest dog eats the rest, but they were enchanted with those words, never realising that in America, there was no free medicine, no free hospitals, no free housing, no free education and no free food, except when people had to beg on the streets or stand in long lines to get soup.
No, no matter what I did, it was never enough for some, but for others, they knew I was the son of Gamel Abdel Nasser, the only true Arab and Muslim leader we’ve had since Salah-al-Deen, when he claimed the Suez Canal for his people, as I claimed Libya, for my people.
It was his footsteps I tried to follow, to keep my people free from colonial domination – from thieves who would steal from us.
Now, I am under attack by the biggest force in military history, my little African son, Obama wants to kill me, to take away the freedom of our country, to take away our free housing, our free medicine, our free education, our free food, and replace it with American style thievery, called ‘Capitalism’, but all of us in the Third World know what that means.
It means that corporations run the countries, run the world and its the people who will suffer.
So, there is no alternative for me, I must make my stand, and if Allah wishes, I shall die following his path, the path that has made our country rich with farmland, with good food and health, and even allowed us to help our African and Arab brothers and sisters.
I do not wish to die, but if it comes to that, to save this land, my people, all the thousands who are all my children, then so be it.
Let this testament be my voice to the world, that I stood up to crusader attacks of NATO, stood up to cruelty, stood up to betrayal, stood up to the West and it’s colonist ambitions, and that I stood with my African brothers, my true Arab and Muslim brothers, as a beacon of light.
When others were building castles, I lived in a modest house, and in my tent. I never once forgot my youth in Sirté, I did not spend our national treasury foolishly, and like Salah-al-Deen, our great Muslim leader, who rescued Jerusalem for Islam, I took little for myself….
In the West, some have called me ‘Mad Dog’ and ‘Crazy’, but they know the truth yet continue to lie, they know that our land is independent and free, not in the colonial grip, that my vision, my path, is, and has been clear and for my people and that I will fight to my last breath to keep us free, may Allah almighty help us to remain faithful and free”.