For a while there was some euphoria that things might change for the better, but I don’t see it. Democracy is hard to impose on people who are tribal and have never trusted the state. That’s when demagogues thrive. When a few years ago the Swiss arrested Hannibal Gaddafi for imprisoning and beating up his Filipino servants, I wrote in a Swiss paper that if Muammar Gaddafi bluffed and threatened to cut off oil supplies, they should freeze all Libyan funds and expel every freeloading Libyan diplomat from the country. The wise Swiss did not listen to the wise Taki. Soon after, the mad dog arrested two innocent Swiss citizens working in Libya, accused them of spying, and had the Swiss president getting down on his knees doing a Tony Blair. He got one innocent out, while the second one is still in some dungeon. So now’s the time to grab all the loot we can—Libyan coffers are loaded and located all over here—then ship in as many weapons as we can plus some stealth air cover and prepare some plaques to be placed on the palm trees from which the mad dogs of the Gaddafi family are hanged. But I won’t be holding my breath. Nor will I be listening to the hollow blather of the diplomats proclaiming their outrage over the shootings of innocents.

There’s another problem that could affect me personally. If some of these towels are overthrown—I’m thinking of the Khalifas and other so-called sheikhs from the Gulf—where will these pox-ridden slobs end up? Not some council flat in East London, that’s for sure. They’ll take great houses on the Riviera, buy a few Greek islands, drive up the prices of Belgravia flats, enrich Russian hookers who currently make do only with footballers and broad-faced Slavs, fill to the brim the Med’s already overcrowded marinas, and make it impossible to fly private by cornering the NetJet market. Things are looking very grim.

The megalomaniac monster that Tony Blair, Sarkozy, Berlusconi, and even Hillary Clinton embraced up to last week is still very much in power. The UN, as effective in a crisis as a bucket of warm spit is against a five-alarm fire, did absolutely nothing but use self-serving diplomatic language with the usual cliches: “We abhor, we denounce, we condemn…,” etc., et cetera, et cetera. Finnish foreign minister Alex Stubb was the only man to tell it like it is, suggesting a visa ban and asset freeze on everything Libyan, a suggestion that was not carried through by the rest of the lily-livered bureaucrats. A visa ban for life would rid London’s fashionable flesh spots of Gaddafi’s sons, all seven of them. These syphilitic abortions have been polluting our shores for years, all traveling on diplomatic passports and enjoying diplomatic immunity.

Alas, this isn’t going to happen, just as Libya’s unarmed protesters are bound to fail due to the rest of the world’s inaction. Just think: Uncle Sam attacked Iraq, lost thousands and killed hundreds of thousands, yet now, when a true monster could be overthrown by a Libyan no-fly zone plus a few Marines landing, Hillary Clinton is busy denouncing Gaddafi but doing absolutely nothing to help. In the meantime, foreign mercenaries are running wild. One is ashamed to call oneself a European, and even worse, an American.