Word out of Tripoli is that the search of Col. Gaddhafi’s compound has turned up the typical dictatorial detritus and fetish objects, with one strange exception: the inevitable pornography, the sort we now associate with the busted lairs of Noriega and Bin Laden, turned out in this case to be an album of Condoleeza Rice photos. Or maybe not so strange: Even the Kiss boys had a thing for Condi, back in the day. Which is interesting but gross, as it implies, indirectly, that there are probably dictators out there with Rumsfeld and Allbright albums as well. And that’s just Wrong. Morally Wrong.