Goofy Gaddafi demands to meet 1000 prominent Italian women

It’s easy to think that maybe Muammar Gaddafi might have a screw loose based on nothing more than his elaborate costumes uniforms. But then he opens his mouth and confirms the theory that he’s nuttier than a fruitcake.

The Libyan strongman and nutcase recently visited Italy. The Age, one of Melbourne’s leading newspapers, describes the Twilight Zone episode that ensued:


(Libyan leader) Colonel Gaddafi’s request to meet 1000 prominent Italian women during his trip to Italy last week generated skepticism and amusement in equal measure. An exotic assemblage filed in. There were leading figures from politics, culture and industry; ministers posed for cameras, lawyers talked earnestly in their seats and reality TV personalities blew kisses across the aisles….

Mara Cafagna, a former topless model turned Minister of Equal Opportunities…started proceedings by describing the event as an “important day for relations between Italy and Libya”.

Ms Cafagna, who once described her experiences as Miss Italy as “a competition that makes you as a woman”, admirably espoused her new role as a figurehead of women’s rights…

Colonel Gaddafi drummed his fingers on the table, lounged back in his large leather chair and perused his little green book, occasionally beckoning one of his female bodyguards…who shuffled back and forth with drinks and boxes of tissues….

Then it all went a bit wrong. Using a peculiar example of a steam train driver, Colonel Gaddafi called for two systems in the professional forum — “one suitable for men, the other for women”.

With growing murmurs in the auditorium and a few noisy exits, Colonel Gaddafi tried to regain some credibility by denouncing the treatment of women in Arabic and Islamic societies.

“Why should these women have to apply to the head of state for the right to drive a car?” he asked. The audience applauded politely, but were soon laughing incredulously as he went on to add that this was a matter that “their husbands or brothers should decide”.

He did not mingle but sat behind an imposing desk up on the stage, with Ms Carfagna next to him on a chair, blowing kisses to the women as he left.

You can’t make this stuff up. You just can’t.

Source: The Age via Andrew Bolt