With his iron-grey hair, light blue eyes and dimpled chin, Syrian Strongman Amin Hafez, 42, conveys so genial a manner that it is hard to believe he is called the Butcher of Damascus. Last week he once again lived up to that name. Syria was a charnel house. In the midland city of Hama, mothers wailed over the bodies of dead sons, the famed Sultan Mosque lay in ruins, and the corpse of one rebel leader, riddled with 50 bullets, was contemptuously dumped by soldiers from an open jeep onto the sidewalk. The...
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