I have to say, you know, that the idea of plucking tin-pot dictators off busses to have them taken to global justice warms the heart. Careful readers will know that I met many refugees from the Bosnia war in PEI of all places where early relocatations took place. I coached a mens soccer team that was more than half former soldiers, many of whom had knees half healed from concentration camp beatings. Suffice it to say, I learned too much and am quite content on behalf of those old teammates that Karadzic now faces life in a cinderblock cube.
Still, Ratko Mladic is still out there. Apparently he may have squealed on the boss to save himself for a few more months. Heroic characters all.