How far down the road to glory
Must we go without a sign
Caught out on these stormy waters
How can you treat me so unkind
Did you know from the beginning
That I’d dig this lousy hole
Oh, don’t leave me here abandoned
In this dark night of the soul--Drowning Man words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Drawing on the romance of the American road movie, the badass contemporary Western and visions of Arlo Guthrie to boot, this wonderful photo — of a lone rebel on a long stretch of road outside Ajdabiya carrying a grenade launcher on one shoulder and a guitar on the other — crystallizes the fear I’ve had about the Libya uprising, especially now that the big boys and girls have intervened.
Coming off the high from Tunisia and Egypt, did the West get so caught up in the romance and poetry of the Arab democracy movement that it feel in love with the aspirations of a lonely Libyan opposition, one with barely the juice to even sustain a civil war?