AND THE WEEKLY WIPER GOES TO THE UNITED NATIONS GENERAL ASSEMBLY

I have to admit I am now a friend of Mouammar Kaddafi, NOT because he gives one hell of a 2 hour speech to a group of jet lagged, H1N1 spewing, 3rd world leaders.  And NOT because he’s the first such ass-head of state to suggest that the UN General Assembly be moved to another country because the security was so tight he could not import his entourage and party like a rock star.  And NOT just because he has a pretty hot daughter,

(Aisha Kadafi, by the way is some hot shot Jordian lawyer, and a law professor that helped  defend Saddam Hussein in court.  Well you can’t win them all, can you Aisha; especially when the very act of flashing some leg or cleavage for the judge and jury will get you stoned to death. )

AND NOT BECAUSE HE HAS a Facebook page:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mouammar-Kadafi/47025646541

and knows something about Coke and Pepsi:

 

BUT 

because he’s one hell of a guitarist, 

   playing under the alias, Carlos. 

GOD PERMITTING, THE DUDE WAS AT WOODSTOCK!

SMOKING DOPE AND DROPPING LSD…

“Carlos Kaddafi” recalls his own experience (at Woodstock) taking LSD. "My guitar is like - like (an) electric snake. So that's why you see my face, you know, like making all these ugly faces, like, 'Stand still,' you know." "Intuitively I just said, 'Allah, please help me. I'll never do this again," he says.

Soooo, Mouammar Kaddafi is just an aging hippy guitarist, having flash back after flash back, the US being the electric snake.

Thanks for the memories, WW