Such long-suffering saints, they’d have you believe.
As protests sweep the Middle East, I, like most people, have experienced a range of emotions. I haven’t followed closely enough to be an authority on political affairs in that part of the world, but I have paid enough attention to be incredulous and completely incensed that so much of what is happening has been allowed to transpire. As a Western society, we often speak of how we never want to see another Holocaust happen – and yet all over the globe, similarly evil acts are performed each day. I won’t get into the myriad reasons to be outraged about this because there are plenty of people more knowledgeable than myself who can comment more eloquently. I’d simply like to share some of the thoughts that have been swimming through my head as these events – at once horrifying and inspiring – unfold.
On Thursday February 10th, right after Hosni Mubarak deigned to deliver his I-ain’t-goin’-nowhere-bitches speech (and not long before he snuck out of Cairo and had his VP deliver a 30-second He’s-outta-here-bitches announcement), I felt let-down and sorry for the tired, distraught protesters in and outside of Tahrir square – and then the absurd hilarity sunk in.
Millions of people had heckled him for over 2 weeks, and this man was so adamantly trying to hold onto the presidency, like a stubborn cat clinging with its claws for dear life to the new plush couch you’re trying to extricate it from. He was repeatedly told by these same people, in no uncertain terms, to get the hell out. He chose instead to patronize the protesters and dig in his heels. It was hard to tell whether he was being obstinate or delusional, but either way, it was starting to seem really, really pathetic.
I had no idea that not two weeks later, Muammar Gaddafi would make Mubarak look downright lucid. Read the rest of this entry »