What is the Samuel Doe Special, you ask? Courtesy of r92 in the previous thread (linked below), it is this brand of karma, delivered to the president of Liberia by people whose families he tortured and murdered. Putin deserves even worse
The president is almost spent, but the worst is yet to come. He is shirtless, with no trousers, his white underpants soaked in blood. His gris-gris has been ripped off. His eyes are wide open and his legs are already gone: a round of Kalashnikovs severed them from his body. Doe lies on the floor of this dingy office, surrounded by overexcited soldiers, begging. He is ready to give up everything: his fortune, the caches where his relatives are hiding, his bank account numbers and even his power – if he has any left. The soldiers bully him, we don’t even know what they really want. Is it Doe’s pleas or the sneers of his torturers? You can’t hear anything in the small room at the Bushrod Island clinic in Monrovia. Amidst the hubbub, one journalist hands a microphone to the head of state, another films the scene. It lasts 14 minutes. The next day, 9 September 1990, the recording became a best-seller in Monrovia’s markets. It is not often that one witnesses the killing of a president.
Doe has been whimpering in front of him for almost 15 minutes. Enough is enough. His men rush to the president: they cut off one of his ears...Doe has no lower limbs, then his genitals are crushed and, after a sip of Budweiser, his ears are cut off. Why? No one really knows, and it goes on for hours. The exact moment of the president’s death is not filmed, but for several days afterwards, the president’s body is displayed by Prince Johnson’s rebels. They parade the body through the streets of Monrovia in a wheelbarrow. Crowds scream with delight, reports say, as if horror has become the only source of joy.