"...to take all necessary measures..."

So the smart-suited ladies and gentlemen of the British Parliament have debated and the correct moral tone has been found to justify "action" in Libya. The brave men and women of the armed forces resplendent in their uniforms have begun on our behalf the raids and patrolling. Dressing down for the occasion - but still looking good - journalists report their sanitised version of events, fuelled by the propaganda gushing from all sides (not the least coming via the Internet and mobile phones - facilitators of this Revolution). Meanwhile the tyrant calls in his foul favours; gives offers people cannot refuse... and somewhere slouching in the desert or the back streets of Tripoli are a gang, not of Stallone lookalikes dressed in black with passports in their bags, but of hardened veterans of Iraq or Afghanistan. Dirty and dishevelled, Arab speakers with green bandannas, patiently waiting for that moment when they will cut off the Godfather’s head and send it to the fishes.
War (action) is a very, very dirty business.