There is something tragic about Laurent Gbagbo, former president of Ivor Coast who lost a presidential election and refuses to depart for a sunnier clime. For over a month, his hired gang of thugs have killed and raped and endeavored to destroy the country because he refuses to leave office. Forces of Alassane Quattara are now in the capital city of Abidjan and are surrounding the home of Gbagbo who apparently is in some sort of bunker. Residents hear the sound of weapons, of artillery, of explosions as troops are fighting in his home. In a radio broadcast, he told French radio, “we are not at the negotiating stage. And, my departure, from where? To go where?”
Shakespeare would love to write a play about this man. He claims, “I love my life. My voice is not the voice of a martyr, no, no, no, “I’m not looking for death.” A man who is not looking for death is presently under assault by troops who are supported by the French army. They are not merely at his doorstep, they are in his home! And, he wants to fight on! How? With what? With whom?
He wants death and destruction for his people. Adolf Hilter would love this guy!