This is what the final throes of a dictatorship look like

Saif Gaddafi (son of Muammar Gaddifi) riles up a group of Gaddafi loyalists in Lybia. I have a feeling this part of history has been played before. Doesn’t usually seem to work out all that well in the end. King’s son tries to rile up sycophants during the last throes of dictatorship. Sycophants become pussies when they realize they are about to die. Son’s head ends up on a stick.

Translation:
Saif — guys, guys, listen, listen We need high spirits [More chanting]
Saif: Listen, listen brothers, the people have said the police force have joined the protesters, but today we will prove the opposite (Context — Saif is hinting at an idea — to equip his supporters with police clothing and request them to enter the protests undercover.)
Saif: Do you need weapons?!
Saif: One minute please, you will receive all the support, all the facilities and weapons etc. Everything will be okay, and you will be victorious.
Saif: ‘Today we’re not inviting you for rice & meat’ (Libyan saying — meaning: we mean business). This is what I want to tell you today.’
Saif- listen, listen, this is your country … now we shall leave, and you have all the backing. But your country [unknown word] Italians. The protesters you confront are nothing; they are bums, brats and druggies. Today brothers, Tripoli that you live in, will be cleared (of protesters).
Saif: I shall leave now, and I will send you weapons. Tonight I will return with more people and weapons.