Should we be blowing up Libya?

I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.

I normally take a disinterested or even neutral position on most things regarding Team UK’s habit of fiddling about in far off lands that don’t belong to us, usually accompanied by our fellow bullies from Team America (Heck, when did a bully ever approach a victim on their own?).  Yes, we are bullies and although we are less so than we were centuries ago – I mean, heck, we are giving countries back to the fuzzy-wuzzies we took them from – we continue with this collective belief that we are always right, superior, and at the top of the bullying food-chain.

I did, however, object quite vocally to the Tony Blair made-up dossier and the lies about weapons of mass destruction that proceeded us getting stuck in Iraq killing people or (more often) being killed.  Being myself involved in tiny aspects of the propaganda war that comes with these fun activities, I saw the whole thing in a different light.

But, I’m ok with us going to places that don’t belong to us and throwing our weight around in order to secure the continued flow of oil and resources that damn fuzzy-wuzzies might stop us having.  I just wish Blair and Bush hadn’t lied to us and pretended we were doing something we weren’t.  I mean, there’s nothing wrong with regime change if the end justifies the means, just don’t give us the lies.

It’s all about the sacrifice of one for the good of the many, etc.  Yep, I usually take that view of world events alongside my view that lamb tastes good and as cute as a little lamb might be, after I’ve done all the ‘ahhh’ and ‘Isn’t it lovely’ bits, it is still my food and I have no problems eating it. That’s the way it works.

A lot of the very fashion conscious around us are perfectly happy to pay up hundreds or even thousands of Pounds for garments or shoes that they know were put together by slave children working in dangerous conditions for no pay and very little food and water in far away sweatshops.  It’s the way things are. We are at the top of the resource-needing food-chain and we will take what we want for the best we can get it. Why care about the fuzzy-wuzzy children we can’t see making the things we want and we want now?  Out of sight, out of mind.  This defines us.

So, in the world order of things, I should be perfectly fine with our latest jolly to blow things up, this time in Libya.

I’m not.

I just hope I’m not turning into some leftie liberal in my old age.  Blimey, next thing you know I might start falling for the Climate Change con.  Please shoot me if that happens.

But, I’m not happy with getting involved in what really should be just another internal war in another stupid country full of stupid people.   The majority of the world will do the proper thing of just waiting until somebody wins and declares that they are now Libya on account of the opposition all being dead, and then carry on having international relations with them.  A tiny few, notably including us and our big obese American mates, can’t be following that boring protocol, and so instead are playing with missiles and bombs and our own weapons of mass destruction.  Shouting and pulling faces at the Libyans from afar didn’t satisfy us.  They were having a bundle and we wanted in, just like the drunks in a bar-room that we mainly are.

It seems wrong.  I mean, if we wanted to go to random countries and kick ass, couldn’t we be blowing up the regimes currently involved in mass genocide and terrible acts of torture (no I don’t mean blow up the USA).  I know the answer.  No oil.  No resources of any use to our gluttonous way of life worth taking.  Libya has oil. I get it.  But, it keeps feeling wrong.