Professional creme de la creme
How about that, a highly credited secret service that flat-footedly performed in the most embarrassing manner. These credentialed professionals were so awkward in their experienced conduct that a rag-tag group of civilian protesters turned rebels contemptuously took them into custody as they flagrantly demonstrated their talents for an amateur-hour performance.
Wrong place at the wrong time, chappies. Come back some other time when the nascent civil war has been concluded.
Oh, it's a mission. A rescue mission. Yours for the purpose of spiriting a British diplomat out of the country because of the dangers inherent in remaining there. So, why didn't you leave a calling card, state your official mission, ask permission to cross the border, present as a legitimate group of professionals whose task is to be respected.
After all, fellas, a whole lot of others have preceded y'all, dontcha know.
"The reason they were arrested was that they came into the country unofficially and without any arrangement with the Libyan authorities. Libya is an independent nation, we have our borders [and] we should expect them to be respected by everybody." Got that? A spokesman for the rebels' National Council, no less.
He and they may detest and abhor their current government and its tyrannical head, but they do respect the autonomy of their sovereign state, chum. Call before you drop in, it's common courtesy. Even in a chaotic, incoherent situation like what prevails in Libya at the moment, where the protesters are rather politely stating their goal and government forces are bashing the hell out of them.
No fewer than seven SAS soldiers and an MI6 officer. (The glorious, legendary MI6!) Coming in on a helicopter. Over rebel positions. What did you expect them to think? They are, after all, being bombed by government troops. You presented as possibly more of the same. True, you persuaded them you were unarmed and thus to be trusted.
But you were armed, and thus not to be trusted. What kind of stupid moronic idiocy is that for an operational performance? Practising for what, amateur hour at the local pub?
Wrong place at the wrong time, chappies. Come back some other time when the nascent civil war has been concluded.
Oh, it's a mission. A rescue mission. Yours for the purpose of spiriting a British diplomat out of the country because of the dangers inherent in remaining there. So, why didn't you leave a calling card, state your official mission, ask permission to cross the border, present as a legitimate group of professionals whose task is to be respected.
After all, fellas, a whole lot of others have preceded y'all, dontcha know.
"The reason they were arrested was that they came into the country unofficially and without any arrangement with the Libyan authorities. Libya is an independent nation, we have our borders [and] we should expect them to be respected by everybody." Got that? A spokesman for the rebels' National Council, no less.
He and they may detest and abhor their current government and its tyrannical head, but they do respect the autonomy of their sovereign state, chum. Call before you drop in, it's common courtesy. Even in a chaotic, incoherent situation like what prevails in Libya at the moment, where the protesters are rather politely stating their goal and government forces are bashing the hell out of them.
No fewer than seven SAS soldiers and an MI6 officer. (The glorious, legendary MI6!) Coming in on a helicopter. Over rebel positions. What did you expect them to think? They are, after all, being bombed by government troops. You presented as possibly more of the same. True, you persuaded them you were unarmed and thus to be trusted.
But you were armed, and thus not to be trusted. What kind of stupid moronic idiocy is that for an operational performance? Practising for what, amateur hour at the local pub?
Labels: Africa, Britain, Life's Like That, Security
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