A week ago, while unpleasantly blog strolling, I stumbled on an exhilarated piece written by Purba on her render, A-Musing. The post ceremoniously ruffled Arab -American unholy ties. The fleeing fidel and the retirement bound infidel stood connected in a manner propounded by the now celibate cupid.
What provoked my doodle filled mind to put ink to paper and create the Bedouin whose never to fail eyes sparkled on the generous serving of Rice, was the reporting in the Global Post of the discovery of his fantasy treasure chest.The 69 year old has power filled taste.
His last plot was traced to the lunar hills, where clad in nothing more than a loyalty pledging star and stripe diaper, he croons kinship laced ballads for the indomitable '(s)leeza' .The transnational chorus is provided by an interesting array of Amazonian man looking women bouncers, voluptuous Scandinavian nurses and the British Special Forces (?????). With all this and more, Gaddafi has vowed to fight to the finish, but for the woman,he is certainly not (p)leading from the front.
As the intention is to write less and make way for caricatures, here goes : MUAMMAR GADDAFI : The 'Rice' before the fall !!!