Everyone's favorite half-cocked Libyan leader back in the news, offering a hero's welcome to Abdelbaset Ali Mohmet al-Megrahi, aka the Lockerbie jackass, and helping drive the nail into Gordon Brown's political career by talking about how such close friends they are now after they got through this difficult political time together. Most people are rightly pissed off about the Lockerbie bomber, but the right wing is also looking to make some political hay out of it, since it reminds everyone about terrorism and supposedly puts Obama in a bind now that Gadhafi (I'll choose that spelling) is coming stateside for a UN visit. Never mind that just a few years ago, America's new-found friendship with our Libyan partners against nuclear proliferation was supposed to represent a big success for Bush, whose foreign policy so terrified Ghadafi that he volunteered to give up his goods. A dubious claim to begin with, but even if true, I'm not sure that screwing up the entire Middle East is worth securing part of the Barbary Coast. But let's get back to that stateside visit. Gadhafi freaked out the New Jersey town of Englewood when he announced that he wanted to pitch his customary traveling tent there. Gadhafi, you see, only rooms Bedouin-style. Even in New Jersey. (The plan was scrapped.) So, what kind of dude is so flamboyant no hotel could contain his stylistic requirements? This type:

Guess which one is the tin pot dictator! (Please click to enlarge photo for full flamboyance.) This came from a recent Vanity Fair collection of Gadhafi sartorial highlights. Some other favorites:
No martial cap is too big for my man. And don't say that Gadhafi's closet is a one trick pony, cuz:

When in Rome, right? Or make that: when in Nome! And here's my favorite, in Dracula (circa '77, Frank Langella version) mode: