Plenty of people feel awkward about their dad’s profession. You probably wouldn’t brag about your dad’s most recent trip to repossess someone’s house, for example. Still, that’s not as bad as being Muammar al-Qadaffi’s son, Saif al-Islam (who was recently captured by Libyan rebels… and escaped. Oops.) One of Saif’s former classmates at the London School of Economics penned a brief remembrance about hanging out with the dictator’s spawn:
At the end of the school year Saif decided to host a party for the entire class. I was contemplating whether or not to go: would socializing with a dictator’s son someday come back to haunt me? My professor was going so I decided to attend. As we were dining on lobster, our drunken professor gave a toast. He started to mention how this course was great because of Saif. Saif looked visibly touched and waiting to hear more. But the professor paused and suddenly had nothing more to say, because, in truth, there was nothing more to add. Saif never spoke in class and there was nothing about him being in the course that made it any more special, except perhaps for the lobsters.
Well, the ill-begotten oil money ain’t so bad, I guess. I bet all of his friends in elementary school were totally his friends for realsies.
Up till they were disappeared by his dad, Saif al-Islam’s elementary school classmates made fun of him as “Dick Tater Tot.”
Peter Johnson (f that is your “real name”), you are no better nor more moral than that guy; circumstances disfavoured you this time.