Charles Taylor, like Tupac and Nixon and any one else who ever wallowed in self pity believes he’s misunderstood .


This might have been a farewell dear friends type of photo, before he jetted Liberia for the welcome confines of Nigeria where he could continue to conduct things.

But I digress. He’s been captured and now the ideological battling commences. No doubt he will find some defender who will argue that perhaps he’s not misunderstood but that, regardless of his crimes, there’s a bigger criminal.

This is all beside the point, however. Charles Taylor loves him some table-tennis. As such, this is how he should be tried. In an embodiement of the spiritual principle of keeping it simple I shall go hand to hand with him in a table-tennis battle, best of seven.

In my employ will be several sweatshop laborers whose very presence will intimidate Mr. Taylor.

Bottom line: I win, he goes to jail.
I lose, he gets dealt with in the same fashion as his predecessors.

Fair is fair.