A Despot In Denial (Groan)

Forgive me, dear reader. It has been several weeks since I last blogged.

I don’t know if my clamming up has been due to a lack of interesting subjects to write about or just my own personal misery, but whatever it is it has kept me silent for a few weeks.

But wait …

As I am sure you are already aware, the good people of Egypt have been rising up in protest of the Despot who styles himself their ruler. This is their last political right, the bottomest of bottom lines if you will. A people who have no further recourse or voice with which to make themselves heard have one final option: rebellion. This is where Egypt stands now, on the cusp of protest/rebellion. The tighter the despot clings to power, the more violent the backlash against him will become. To the point where at the start had he backed down gracefully he and his family would have been quietly and gently put into exile with plenty cash to do OK on, but after last night’s shock “I’ve thought about it and I rather fancy staying on thanks” announcement will now more likely not end without a bowl of figs being involved, or perhaps some rope if he’s not got the balls to show us how a que^W despot can die.

One of the most interesting points of the protests thus far, at least to me as an internet observer, is how everyone with almost any bias or agenda has somehow managed to shoe-horn (forgive the pun) their own slant onto the protests. These are some of my favourites:

“Aren’t internet people brilliant” – as local residents and businesses open up their wifi when the despot blocked mobile phone reception around the protests.

“Aren’t Christians brilliant” – as people who all worship the same god stop killing each other for ten minutes.

“Aren’t women brilliant” – as women join the protests and protest!

“Aren’t dogs brilliant” – as our loyal four legged friends join the protests and are helped/saved by two legged protestors from the evils of the police/army. Although you know, let’s not be naive here: these are a people under siege.

Change will happen. Ask Cnut about what happens when you command the tide to turn back: at best you end up with wet boots. And The Great Parting Of The WPA proves one thing: you can’t stop the signal.

In the rest of the world, or at least in those bits of it that I can see, the Status Quim is maintained: the coalition are still lying about everything right, right and right of centre; the banks are still paying themselves massive bonuses while fucking us up the arse (and not in a good way); joke Tory MP Truck-Stop Nadine is still fiddling her expenses; the bits of the sky we have left are still blue; water is still wet outside of Ireland.

And Satan-Clause just keeps on getting stronger.