WindRose Hotel: Game Over

October 20, 2011

Game Over

The first photo (France Press/Philippe Desmazes)

Captured or killed, but the game is over aniway.

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marcovaleriosp5:00 PM, October 20, 2011
It was about time!
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Mirino5:35 PM, October 21, 2011
Muammar Gaddafi was dragged out of a concrete drainage conduit below a motor way in Sirte, the town where he was born. Ironically, before he was killed his last words were- 'Do you know right from wrong?'
Let's hope that the Libyans will prove to the world that they know right from wrong far better than their tyrannical leader ever did.
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The name of this blog indicates a place where people seek their bearings, but this is not a site where they can actually find them—everyone is, or should be, his own wind rose.
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I was born on the Island of La Maddalena, off the northeast coast of Sardinia, to an American mother, from Philadelphia, and an Italian father, from Treviso. When I was very young my family moved to Rome.
I studied political science at the University of Rome. I then moved to Venice.
Best known in the social media world as "Rob," I attended the Ca' Foscari University, where he graduated in philosophy. I also studied English at San Francisco State University.
A History teacher (until a few years ago) and a writer, I am based in the Venice area and live with my wife, my daughter, and our dog.
In 2012 I published Breviario del giovane politico (in Italian) and Blessed Are the Contrarians.
In 2014 I published my third book, Being Conservative from A to Z. In February 2021 I published my fourth book, Blessed Are the Free in Spirit.
I am currently a contributor at American Thinker and a columnist at Atlantico , which since May 2022 is part of nicolaporro.it, one of the most prominent Italian news websites.
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«Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all
the Land unto all the Inhabitants
thereof
Lev. XXV, X
By Order of the Assembly of the
Province of Pensylvania for the
State House in Philada»
1752

«If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening ...
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...
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["If I Had a Hammer"]

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countrymen,
lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar,
not to praise him.
The evil that men do
lives after them;
The good is oft interred
with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.
The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar
was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously
hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave
of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is
an honourable man;
So are they all,
all honourable men--
Come I to speak
in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend,
faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says
he was ambitious;
And Brutus is
an honourable man.
He hath brought
many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did
the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar
seem ambitious?
When that the poor have
cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made
of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says
he was ambitious;
And Brutus is
an honourable man.
You all did see
that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented
him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse:
was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says
he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is
an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove
what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak
what I do know.
You all did love him once,
not without cause:
What cause withholds you
then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled
to brutish beasts,
And men have lost
their reason.
Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin
there with Caesar,
And I must pause
till it come back to me. (...)"

William Shakespeare
«Julius Caesar»
Act 3, Scene 2

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