Darned cute writeup from the crosschecker of chic. He does find a favorite though, from a fashion standpoint. The Chics of the Dictators <snip> Briefly and remarkably, the President of the Iran wears the same khaki windbreaker, wrinkled trousers, cheap oxford shirts, scruffy beard and wild eyes favored by the aging high school chemistry teachers everywhere. <snip> Naturally there is the exception that proves the rule, the one dictator who knows how to rock the clothing. The man who in his prime was the movie-star handsome tyrant with the mythic fashion sense. The Manolo is speaking, of the course, about the Mu'amar al-Qaddafi, who has eschewed the cheap gangster look, preferring in the stead to wear the flowing natural-fibers and earth-toned robes favored by both the Bedouins of the Sahara and the Jedi Knights of Tatooine. And when he was not sporting the Bedouin robes, the Qaddafi he wears the kinte-cloth dashikis! And he had the personal bodyguard comprised entirely of the super hotty she-devils! This, Mr. Ahmadinejad is how the real tyrants do it, with flair and drama and color, and Amazons in the tight-fitting camouflage cat-suits! Qaddafi, he's not just the despot, he is the Arab Superfly, White Shaft in Africa! And, and you, you're just the crazy Mr. Ahmadinejad, the scourge of the first period homeroom.