The leaders of the free world have prevailed. The mortal enemy of freedom has proven his mortality. Celebration and exhalations echo in the chambers of the once enslaved and ring throughout the halls of the rich.

Our goal, our ultimate goal, to destroy and slay the dragon which haunted the lives of the poor, has been achieved.

(That is, unless, this actually wasn’t our goal.)

By eradicating the world of evil-doers we have lifted the black veil which shielded the eyes of the innocent and prevented prying eyes from seeing the perversion of their masters.

The dark, storm clouds which had brought floods of agony and despair have finally been lifted. The daylight of a new beginning shines in the sky above a triumphant people.

And who is rejoicing and claiming the victory? The people who arose and started the movement for change; The people who fought And rightfully own the victory; The people whose freedom has been restored; And the people whose lives lay in the balance?

This victory may well belong to those people but it is the outsiders and onlookers who deserve the glory. We must exalt the leaders of the free world, the presidents and prime ministers of seemingly uninvolved countries who count this as a victory for themselves. Because without them turning a blind eye for decades and ignoring the pleas and cries of the desperate, we could never feel as great an exuberance as this.

It is pain that makes joy more pleasurable.

The era of Gadaffi has ended but the era of taking credit for his demise has just begun.

Evil has been vanquished. Everyone rejoice and take pride in yourself. You didn’t care before, but it is not too late to pretend you do.