History will record that Benazir Bhutto was a retired plutocrat who could not resist the lure of power. Tragedy requires at least a shred of nobility in the fallen protagonist or it becomes mere pathos. Bhutto had nothing to offer her nation but cunning and corruption. She knew full well that power in Pakistan transfers by violence and murder. Her Oxford education, pretty face, and democratic affectations were a facade to mask personal ambition. She died because she engaged in blood sport and played the game poorly. Folly will dance a jig on her grave while the Furies kick back for a cigar and a good bourbon. Meanwhile, a tempest rises across the plain of the Indus River. Necessity is a cruel bitch. Even worse than Bhutto.