Tobruk - To convince soldiers and police officers to fraternize with the square, the demonstrators began to burn with the police. That gesture made it the first city in Tobruk fell into the hands of the insurgents. Now it's right in front of the ruins of that building that one week the protesters continue to rally, while plumes of smoke on the horizon stand clear blue Mediterranean, rising from an ammunition dump bombarded by troops led by a son of Muammar Gaddafi.
It also happened yesterday afternoon, while the leader harangue on television dressed in brown robes of the Bedouin in thickness pathetic as to restore the law that he put up about his birth, to invoke loyalty tribal leaders who drop out: he is said son of the tribe of shepherds Qadhdhafiya, born in 1942 in a Bedouin tent in the deserts of Sirte.
When his grin sulfur fills the TV screen, just gather to watch, if not the oldest in the cafes around the square where he now flies high the flag with the crescent "independence" instead of the green flag introduced by Gaddafi in '52 as a symbol of "popular revolution". As the Green Paper published in 1975 by the tyrant to adjust the Jamahiriyyia, the imaginary state of the masses.
It is the same, sculpted copies of monumental scale, dots the country and indeed the young people out there are now demolishing blows of a pickaxe. "This is the right end of the book absurd," the boys are mitered. The thuds of the cement rolling on the ground are the counterpoint to the dull gunfire that filled the skies of Tobruk, shoot to celebrate the "liberation".
It is they, the young heroes of the New Revolution, the great protagonists of the motions Libyans. So when the voice of Gaddafi comes from television, and he growls "Muammar Gaddafi is the leader of the revolution, stands for sacrifices to the end of the day" explode the invectives of shebab, the boys: "Ironically, the" Head of popular revolution "is being reversed from the true popular revolution in Libya," they chorused.
"The man is desperate," ironically with a mixture of anger and disgust at the "foolish cleverness" of the leader who puts his hands on: "If I could I would resign, but I'm not president. But I have my gun and I will fight to the last drop of blood. " The chorus fades almost in disbelief, listening Gaddafi denies that the massacres of these days: "We have not yet resorted to force.
I never ordered to fire a single bullet," he repeats. He does so against the backdrop of the massacre of a thousand deaths reported this afternoon by NGOs, compared to 400 calculated by the International Federation of the League of Human Rights. A group of doctors shows some shells collected on the bitumen.
One of them has in hand a 50-caliber bullet, the same caliber used by NATO to break through the walls. "This explains the obscene state of some dead bodies, mangled," he says. But when the booming voice of Gaddafi, targeting young people with the epithet of "rats" when it threatens them: "Please return the weapons immediately, otherwise we will slaughter", and then evokes the Tiananmen Massacre, 89 in Beijing, and the end of Fallujah, the Sunni bastion of Iraq destroyed by the Americans in 2004, the elders throw epithets of "Kalb, Kalb, dog, dog," mangy and rabid.
Followed by "Down with the butcher." The noise covers the speech of the "King of Kings of Africa" (the title of which we have adorned the head of the African Union in 2009) when he promises to "insurgents death penalty," reads the codicils of the Green Paper , and appeals to Libya: "You who love me, you all Libyans, men and women out from their homes, attacked the rats in their shelters, purged Libya inch by inch, house by house, street by street.
Take them, shut them down, hand it to the police. Millions will defend me, and let me hear you cry "to sacrifice the soul and blood for our leader." Muammar Gaddafi is not a normal person, which could poison or kill a revolution ", shouts yet and then gasps, the Rais. peals of laughter in the streets and cafes.
"The wall of fear has fallen", comment back. As long as the attempt to diminish, "They're just copying Egypt and Tunisia," the shebab meet with the universal slogan of the Arab revolution, "Erhal, erhal, go, go. They are the ones who paid the highest price, and are preparing to take over the reins of the country.
They, you see patrol checkpoints that underpin Libya freed, that the entire eastern part of the country. They wear the clothes more bizarre. Sweatshirts, sweaters striped hunter's jacket. They all have a hat on, and there are the strangest shapes. Many, perhaps to ridicule those of Gaddafi and his "friend" Berlusconi is the head wrap of colorful bandanas.
Joke, laugh, dance, even though all armed, who Kalashnikov, who with revolvers, some of mace. After checking the luggage rack of the car, the driver usually blessed with a quotation from the Koran. And once again, journalists who welcome them with enthusiasm: "Why are you late?". "Finally," they say, can deliver the video of the massacres: sometimes too gruesome images of bodies blown to pieces.
Other films confirmed the shooting on demonstrators. Some groups have already left for Tripoli, as the movement moves westward to give a hand to protest. In the opposite direction, namely towards the Egyptian border, crossed minibus loads of up to capacity. Immigrants are returning home.
Report news of Tripoli, helicopters continue to fire on demonstrators to "horrific abuse by militias Gaddafi, nights of terror with the mercenaries who shoot at everything and everyone, while the wounded are to bleed to death on the asphalt, because it is impossible to rescue them in the shooting of bullets.
" Foreign workers go to bottle at the border of Musaid: wait in line at least six thousand people. Others think two million to emigrate. 
It also happened yesterday afternoon, while the leader harangue on television dressed in brown robes of the Bedouin in thickness pathetic as to restore the law that he put up about his birth, to invoke loyalty tribal leaders who drop out: he is said son of the tribe of shepherds Qadhdhafiya, born in 1942 in a Bedouin tent in the deserts of Sirte.
When his grin sulfur fills the TV screen, just gather to watch, if not the oldest in the cafes around the square where he now flies high the flag with the crescent "independence" instead of the green flag introduced by Gaddafi in '52 as a symbol of "popular revolution". As the Green Paper published in 1975 by the tyrant to adjust the Jamahiriyyia, the imaginary state of the masses.
It is the same, sculpted copies of monumental scale, dots the country and indeed the young people out there are now demolishing blows of a pickaxe. "This is the right end of the book absurd," the boys are mitered. The thuds of the cement rolling on the ground are the counterpoint to the dull gunfire that filled the skies of Tobruk, shoot to celebrate the "liberation".
It is they, the young heroes of the New Revolution, the great protagonists of the motions Libyans. So when the voice of Gaddafi comes from television, and he growls "Muammar Gaddafi is the leader of the revolution, stands for sacrifices to the end of the day" explode the invectives of shebab, the boys: "Ironically, the" Head of popular revolution "is being reversed from the true popular revolution in Libya," they chorused.
"The man is desperate," ironically with a mixture of anger and disgust at the "foolish cleverness" of the leader who puts his hands on: "If I could I would resign, but I'm not president. But I have my gun and I will fight to the last drop of blood. " The chorus fades almost in disbelief, listening Gaddafi denies that the massacres of these days: "We have not yet resorted to force.
I never ordered to fire a single bullet," he repeats. He does so against the backdrop of the massacre of a thousand deaths reported this afternoon by NGOs, compared to 400 calculated by the International Federation of the League of Human Rights. A group of doctors shows some shells collected on the bitumen.
One of them has in hand a 50-caliber bullet, the same caliber used by NATO to break through the walls. "This explains the obscene state of some dead bodies, mangled," he says. But when the booming voice of Gaddafi, targeting young people with the epithet of "rats" when it threatens them: "Please return the weapons immediately, otherwise we will slaughter", and then evokes the Tiananmen Massacre, 89 in Beijing, and the end of Fallujah, the Sunni bastion of Iraq destroyed by the Americans in 2004, the elders throw epithets of "Kalb, Kalb, dog, dog," mangy and rabid.
Followed by "Down with the butcher." The noise covers the speech of the "King of Kings of Africa" (the title of which we have adorned the head of the African Union in 2009) when he promises to "insurgents death penalty," reads the codicils of the Green Paper , and appeals to Libya: "You who love me, you all Libyans, men and women out from their homes, attacked the rats in their shelters, purged Libya inch by inch, house by house, street by street.
Take them, shut them down, hand it to the police. Millions will defend me, and let me hear you cry "to sacrifice the soul and blood for our leader." Muammar Gaddafi is not a normal person, which could poison or kill a revolution ", shouts yet and then gasps, the Rais. peals of laughter in the streets and cafes.
"The wall of fear has fallen", comment back. As long as the attempt to diminish, "They're just copying Egypt and Tunisia," the shebab meet with the universal slogan of the Arab revolution, "Erhal, erhal, go, go. They are the ones who paid the highest price, and are preparing to take over the reins of the country.
They, you see patrol checkpoints that underpin Libya freed, that the entire eastern part of the country. They wear the clothes more bizarre. Sweatshirts, sweaters striped hunter's jacket. They all have a hat on, and there are the strangest shapes. Many, perhaps to ridicule those of Gaddafi and his "friend" Berlusconi is the head wrap of colorful bandanas.
Joke, laugh, dance, even though all armed, who Kalashnikov, who with revolvers, some of mace. After checking the luggage rack of the car, the driver usually blessed with a quotation from the Koran. And once again, journalists who welcome them with enthusiasm: "Why are you late?". "Finally," they say, can deliver the video of the massacres: sometimes too gruesome images of bodies blown to pieces.
Other films confirmed the shooting on demonstrators. Some groups have already left for Tripoli, as the movement moves westward to give a hand to protest. In the opposite direction, namely towards the Egyptian border, crossed minibus loads of up to capacity. Immigrants are returning home.
Report news of Tripoli, helicopters continue to fire on demonstrators to "horrific abuse by militias Gaddafi, nights of terror with the mercenaries who shoot at everything and everyone, while the wounded are to bleed to death on the asphalt, because it is impossible to rescue them in the shooting of bullets.
" Foreign workers go to bottle at the border of Musaid: wait in line at least six thousand people. Others think two million to emigrate.
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