He is the third man to be killed. This Arab Spring is ruthless. It is not necessary for bullets to pierce the ruler's body or for his neck to be in the noose. The ruler is killed when he is expelled from his fortress; when he leaves his presidential seals behind and disappears; when his assistants jump ship; when he asks his advisors and doesn't receive answers; when the guards are dispersed. He is the third man to be killed. A ruler is killed when the killing machine is removed from his slack hand and his eminence is ripped to pieces; blood covers the squares; the palace residents destroy documents; there are uprisings in cities and districts; bare chests attack the rifles of special units; books and pictures are burned. Zine El Abidine Ben Ali ruled his country for a long time. He was stern, unrelenting, and unjust. His entourage took over the country's resources and the security services trampled on the dignity of the people. He tampered with the judiciary and the Constitution, renewing and extending his mandate. And yet, the outcome of his lengthy rule appears extremely modest when compared to the achievements of the third man killed. Hosni Mubarak ruled his country for a long time. He never felt like retiring. He was under the illusion that he will stay like the Nile river, which quenches Egypt's soil. His party and the state institutions were filled with corrupted people and encomiasts. And the man went too far. He committed the crime of open-ended presidency along with the dream of bequeathal. This was too much, and horrible. He tried to abort the Spring that had exploded. The “Camel Battle” seemed absurd… An exhausted sailor trying to stop the flood with what remained of his hands. Nonetheless, the outcome of the second killed man's rule appears extremely modest when compared to the innovations of the third killed man. He stood up one day and said: “I am an unprecedented man, and I shall proclaim myself the King of Kings of Africa.” He returned the crown, the bracelets, and the flamboyant clothes and kept his promise. He is the third killed man. He is Moammar Gaddafi. He is indeed an unprecedented man, a special page in the book of Arab oppression: extravagant ambitions, crazy dreams, weird practices, and flowing oil that allows those dreams to be catastrophic on his people, on his neighbors, as well as on the other remote countries. He holds world records, not only because he ruled for four decades and saw his appetite increase, but also because no ruler has violated international law more than he did. No ruler has sent explosives more than he did. His gifts exploded at sea, on land, and in the air. He had an exceptional ability to be behind fires, widows, and orphans. Many are those who drank at his source and whom he sent on missions. Abu Nidal's most fruitful years carry his fingerprints. The same can be said about Carlos, the achievements of the Japanese Red Army, and the Italian Red Brigades. His pieces of luggage blew up here and there, and his funds affected stability in several continents. The Lockerbie story is well-known, and so is that of the Yota plane over Niger. The leader brother loves to provoke. He wants to make the world kneel. In emulation of Mao Zedong and Joseph Stalin, he had a guidebook he called the Green Book. The oppressor brings about catastrophes to his country and to his people, to his neighbors and to his family. The oppressor is blind, and a potential earthquake. It is the end of an era. This man tampered with his country's fate, the names of months, the terms of the dictionary. He wasted fortunes and lives. Libya wasted four decades under him, and we wasted years searching for his fingerprints and reporting his perpetrations. It will be beneficial if he is captured alive and if he tells on TV the story of four decades of perpetrations. Perhaps his story would benefit the viewers and encourage the rebels to build a normal state that is ruled by institutions and that does not allow the birth of a “historic leader”.
