After five days of play, more off than on, I succumbed in the game of Risk to my son. Legions of his troops were amassing at the borders of my crumbling empire. My army was left stranded in one last country – Indonesia – to face the inevitable. A few moves beforehand, I had controlled half the world.
Meanwhile in the real world Colonel Gaddafi is holed up in his barracks in Tripoli – having lost half his country.
When thou vowest a vow unto God, defer not to pay it; for he hath no pleasure in fools: pay that which thou hast vowed. Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay.