Friday, February 11, 2011

these are the stuffs history, nations, cultures are made on.

To watch Hosni Mubarak today in his late-night speech in Cairo, as he used every means of rhetorical deflection to delay his inevitable end, was to watch a man so deluded, so deaf to the demands of history, that he was incapable of hearing an entire people screaming in his ear. And it is almost always that way: the dictator, coddled in his isolation, surrounded by satraps and servants, immersed in his own sense of essential-ness, is the last to know.

What an eloquent, descriptive image of a man at his last moments. 

Egypt, not only has your dictator heard you, the whole world has. 

Your people are inspiration to us all.

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