These are heady days for the proponents of liberal evangelism. Saif Gaddafi had to leave a telephone call because, he explained, ‘There is shooting inside my house’ and a little further away there are people whooping loudly in Tripoli. The news of the rebels’ victory may be a shade premature at time of writing — they have form in overstating their conquests — but it looks as if ol’ Muammar has had his lot.
These are heady days for the proponents of liberal evangelism. Saif Gaddafi had to leave a telephone call because, he explained, ‘There is shooting inside my house’ and a little further away there are people whooping loudly in Tripoli. The news of the rebels’ victory may be a shade premature at time of writing — they have form in overstating their conquests — but it looks as if ol’ Muammar has had his lot. Perhaps Saif, at least, can be given safe passage to his old friend Peter Mandelson’s breathtakingly expensive new house in ‘a select area of London’, or he could bunk down with the Rothschilds and take out his undoubted frustrations on grouse.
Liberal evangelism was the creed espoused, if not by name then by nature, of Tony Blair, once he had tired of the humdrum business of running the NHS and so on.
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