My love/hate relationship with Muammar el-Qaddafi

This guy is fucking crazy – lets talk about it:

1. Love – nobody can even fucking agree how to spell his name.  You will see it either spelled Qaddafi or Gadafi, with el or al in front.  If you want to be a good dictator, you gotta keep people guessing
2. Hate – guy is clearly an asshole.  We know pretty much for sure he helped support the <a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_Am_Flight_103″>Lockerbie bombing</a>, which killed 243 people.
3. Love – what type of terrorist dictator has the flavor of this guy?  Dude is always rocking proper shades and a Jheri curl.  Usually with some crazy ass bathrobe to boot:


Does Quadaffi have to smack a bitch?



Yesterday, he was rocking the M-frames.



Seriously - I couldn't get away with this shit on Halloween.

4. Love – Dude was in the running for “closest thing on earth to the living dead”.  Everyone in the free world keeps waiting for him to die but it just doesn’t happen.  Other competitors were Kieth Richards, Ronald McDonald, and Michael Jackson.  Then MJ went ahead and took the prize – I hope you understand MJ is still alive and well hanging out in the Wall-Mart parking lot.  But I digress:
   

   Don't shake too hard - arm may detach.

5. Hate – he just titled himself a Colonel.  If you are a dictator, much more fitting to declare onself the “supreme leader,” at the very least.