I hear misfortune's threadsRollo Romig notes that the poet Semezdin Mehmedinovic remembers watching Karadzic on the news at the height of the siege:
Turned into a beetle as if an old singer
Had been crushed by the silence and become a voice.
The town burns like incense
In the smoke rumbles our consciousness.
'Karadzic spouted such blatant lies that, in a rage, I found a book of his children’s poetry — There Are Miracles, There Are No Miracles — and began ripping it apart...'Martin Durkin of Great Global Warming Swindle infamy is something of a Karadzic mini-me in that he shares certain psychological traits, including the delusion that there is a conspiracy against him, the willingness to fabricate and perpetrate outrageous lies, and quickness to violent language.
[While] the lawyer Jay Surdukowski, argues that Karadzic’s poems could be submitted in court as evidence of war crimes.
P.S. 27 July: Alexander Hemon notes of the key Karadzic moment "The point of that performance...was the performance itself."