Okay, I just finished watching Larry King interview Moammar Gadhafi, if you could call it an interview. If you didn't see this bizarre interchange let me tell you about it.

To begin with, the Libyan leader looked bloated and dissipated and was dressed all in black, (including black shoes with heels.) His clothing was loose and rumply. His hair was black and curly and looked suspiciously wiggy.

He looked and acted like a burned out, doped up, baggy eyed, stumbly, thick tongued rock star--think Ozzie Osborne and you've got it.
But in Gadhafi there was also a strong sense of menace and sinister that was scary, like a woozy cobra.
Larry King would ask a question and the interpreter would interpret, then Gadhafi would verbally weave and duck and swerve and dodge and mumble and never give an outright sensible reply. LK asked about Lockerbie, and Afghanistan and all things concerning the Middle East--and get nonsense answers. When the hour was up, LK looked pained as if his hemorrhoids had scrunched all the way up to his throat and was leaving a bad taste.

It was almost comical until you realize Gadhafi has a lot of clout and this insane man hates us. Good Lord!

susil