Omar Suleiman: CIA’s butcher Resume

This can only happen in Egypt: The people revolt, and overthrow a tyrant regime, and in the first post revolution presidential elections, one of the old regime’s most brutal and clandestine strongmen run for president!

Omar Suleiman, former Egyptian army general, and head of intelligence services, announced he is running for president in the post revolution presidential elections of 2012. Ironically he did that on the 6th of April, a date the marks the anniversary of the 2008 Egyptian general strike, which a lot perceive as one of the lead ups to the 25th of Jan revolution.

Suleiman in the official speech declaring his candidacy Suleiman, claimed that he was pressured into running by his supporters and that he accepted to “Protect the Revolution”! The Nerve on this guy! He really is shameless!!!

Suleiman seems to forget his own statements a year and 2 months back, when he as a VP was claiming that the revolution was because of “foreign influence” and was asserting that the Egyptians were not ready for democracy yet!

Suleiman actually went ahead with it and today he formally filed his presidential candidacy application with the Supreme Presidential Electoral Commission (SPEC). Another Ironic coincidence is that today the 8th of April coincides with the memory of the tragic bombing of Bahr El-Baqar primary school in 1970, by no other than Suleiman’s close friends, the IDF, another telling coincidence I guess!

But for all those who don’t believe in Signs & coincidences, here is an introduction to the butcher to awaken the Sadomasochistic slavery addicts who want to elect this monster, those who would trade off freedom with shackles & oppression under the fake illusion of security and safety…

Omar Suleiman: The Biography of a Butcher:

Omar Suleiman is a former Egyptian army general who joined the military intelligence, there he worked chiefly on Egypt-United States relations.

Suleiman became director of military intelligence in 1991, and in 1993, he became the chief of the Egyptian General Intelligence Service (EGIS).

Career as Egyptian General Intelligence Service (EGIS):

Role in Gaza Strife and Seige:

Suleiman promised Israel in 2005 that he would prevent Hamas from gaining control over Gaza in the 2006 Palestinian elections, according to a US diplomatic cable. Amos Gilad, head of the Israeli Defense Ministry’s Diplomatic-Security Bureau, and Suleiman discussed their common fear of Hamas winning the Palestinian elections set for January 2006. Suleiman asserted to Gilad that there “will be no elections in January. We will take care of it.” Suleiman did not elaborate as to how Egypt would stop the Palestinian elections from taking place. Continue reading

19.3.11 Egypt’s First Free Constitutional referendum: The Conception of Freedom

Millions of Egyptians will vote in a referendum on constitutional reforms, a month after a popular uprising swept President Hosni Mubarak from power.

If passed, it would allow Egypt to hold fresh elections within six months. Initial results are expected on Sunday.The constitutional Amendments referendum, Below are the links of the infomercial videos that me and Karim Shaaban have shot 3 videos explaining the reform to the Egyptian constitutional referendum set for 19 march, as part of an awareness campaign, to educate the people about what amendments are proposed to the constitution.

These videos are about amendment proposed to section 75, 76, 179.

More info:

The OLD Egyptian Constitution of 1971 put by Sadat.

The Constitutional subjects for the Amendments referendum in March 2011.

Update: post referendum video: The Conception of Freedom:

The last video was shown on ONTV in the period between March & May 2011, following the referendum.

The Revolution Memoir – Chapter I

A personal memoir of my experience of the #25Jan Revolution

Chapter I

Prologue

This is my personal memoir about the 18 days that altered the face of Egypt (and possibly the world) forever. This is a personal record of my experience of the revolution, reflecting the very small part I played and lamenting that I didn’t have a bigger part in it.

Prior to the 25th no one imagined what will take place during the next 18 days. I personally was not on facebook during the 4 month prior to the revolution, my account (among several others) got deactivated prior to the last fraudulent parliamentary elections.

That’s why before the 25th I haven’t heard or received any invitations to the protests of the 25th of January, I heard about it through the opposition newspapers, but I didn’t think about joining because I thought that in the end, it will be just another small protest like hundreds I have been to before. About five years ago I took the decision not to take part in protests anymore, and committed myself to virtual activism, trying to cause change through writing and saving my energy for charity works, to affect the immediate social circles I deal with.

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Exibit-R25J

“Exibit-R25J” is my very own Jan 25th Revolution Exhibition/Gallery, containing the items which I used on the Day of Rage in Tahrir Square (28th of Jan), and the subsequent days of the revolution.

The items are:

1. My Site Helmet: which I wore for protection from rubber bullets.
2. The famous Gas Mask soaked with vinegar for protection from Tear gas (which proved utterly ineffective)!
3. Gloves: which actually proved very handy in dealing with hot tear gas canisters!
4. An empty Tear Gas canister: picked up from in front of the Supreme Court during the raging battle for Tahrir on the 28th of Jan.
4. A small banner bearing the Egyptian flag overlay-ed over the famous picture of the 25th of Jan.
5. Empty Bullet Shells: gathered from a post 28th Army shoot out, the Army were shooting them in the air to scare thugs.
6. A Whistle: which we used to sound alarm when we were in the “Legan” protecting our homes in the post 28th police withdrawal mayhem.

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Parliament Elections: Seriously?

A new dimension for fairness and democracy: Official results of the Egyptian parliamentary elections state that candidates of different opposition parties won 15 seats, where as the ruling National Democratic Party (NDP) secured 420 seats out of the parliament’s total 504 seats.

Rheeeeeeeeallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

That’s less than 3% for the opposition and more than 83% for the NDP (Narcotics Drugs & Poverty)!

Now that’s true democracy…!

Dear Mr. President… you really are asking for it!

The Manual for the Revolution

 

“VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI” 

Goethe’s Faust, translates into: “By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe”
 
 
As promised and in the spirit of festivity, merit and celebration, on the eve of the 58th memory of Egypt’s 23rd of July coup d’état, allow me to share this note with you in tribute to those who spoke so valiantly, yet did so little…

58 years have passed and we are now back a full circle round… sometimes I suspected we ever moved at all…“It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto.”

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So as an ode to a revolution that was not a revolution I offer this: The Dream of a revolution. I have selected these quotes, from both the “V for Vendetta” book and movie, as a Manual for the Revolution… read them carefully & may their lessons’ not be wasted.

The quotes:

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“I am the Devil, and I come to do the devil’s work.”

V: I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition!
[carves V into poster on wall]

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey: I’m Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don’t believe in coincidences

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“It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that is sadly no longer remembered, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead.”

“Justice is meaningless without Freedom.”

[V talking to the statue of Madame Justice atop the Old Bailey]
V: Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not? Forgive me for intruding, perhaps you were intending to take a stroll, perhaps you were merely enjoying the view. No matter, I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I. Ahh… I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madame Justice, this is V. V, this is Madame Justice. Hello, Madame Justice.
V: [posing as Madame Justice] Good evening, V.
V: There, now we know each other. Actually, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you’re thinking… “The poor boy has a crush on me… an adolescent infatuation”. I beg your pardon, Madame. It isn’t like that at all. I’ve long admired you… Albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I’d say to my father “Who is that lady?” And he’d say “That’s Madam Justice”. And I’d say “Isn’t she pretty?”. Please don’t think it was merely physical, I know you’re not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person, as an ideal. That was a long time ago, I’m afraid there’s someone else now…
“Madame Justice”: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madame? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms! Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn’t it! You thought I didn’t know about your little fling, but I do! I know everything! Frankly, I wasn’t surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
“Madame Justice”: Uniform? Why, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one…
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well. So you stand revealed at last, you are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now, you have bedded another. Well, two can play at that game!
“Madame Justice”: Sob! Choke! Wh-Who is she, V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a Mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that Justice is meaningless without Freedom. She is honest, she makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So goodbye, dear Lady. I would be saddened by our parting, even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved. Here is a final gift. I leave it at your feet.
[V leaves a small heart-shaped chocolate box at the statue’s feet. The box explodes, destroying the Old Bailey and the statue]
V: The flames of Freedom, how lovely, how just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy… “O beauty, ’til now I never knew thee”.

“Mea Culpa”

“There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidence.”

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This Vicious Cabaret, a Song from the comic book

They say that there’s a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life’s a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret…

In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
But at least the trains all run on time but they don’t go anywhere.
Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary see
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page…

There’s a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
But he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endeavors to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
while his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with a brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover’s thigh but have squeezed a nation’s threat.
But he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-color in the flooded gallery…

There’s a girl who’ll push but not shove and is desperate for her father’s love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her hosts moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing What You Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrop’s peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play
There’s a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings

There’s thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There’s something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There’s mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard’s carnival, this vicious cabaret.

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“There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.”

“The Management is terrible! We’ve had a string of embezzelers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who elected them? It was you! You who elected these people! You who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I’ll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate.”

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“Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.”

“I shall die here. Every inch of me will perish. Every inch but one. An inch… It is small, and fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better. But I hope most of all that you understand that even though I will never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”

“Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.”

“I didn’t put you in prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.”

V: Don’t run from it, Evey. You’ve been running all your life.
Evey: I can’t… can’t breathe… Asthma… When I was little… [collapses while V catches her]
V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn’t you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn’t, was it?
Evey: Oh… please…
V: You found something else. In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life. Because when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted… you told them you’d rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still. Try to feel now what you felt then.

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“It does not do to rely on silent majorities Evey, For silence is a fragile thing…
One loud noise, and it’s gone.
The people are so cowed and disorganized. A few might take the opportunity to protest, but it’ll just be a voice crying in the wilderness.
Noise is relative to the silence preceding it.
The more absolute the Hush, the more shocking the THUNDERCLAP.
Our Masters have not heard the people’s voice for generations, Evey, and it is much louder than they care to remember.”

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Evey: All This riot and uproar V… Is this anarchy? Is this the Land of DO-AS-YOU-PLEASE?
V: No. This is only the land of TAKE-WHAT-YOU-WANT. Anarchy means “Without Leaders”; not “Without Order”.
With Anarchy comes an age of ordnung, of TRUE ORDER, which is to say voluntary order.
The age of ordnung will begin when the mad and incoherent cycle of verwirrung that these bulletins reveal has run it’s course.
This is not Anarchy, Eve.
This is CHAOS.
How did Yeats out it…?
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, “

Involuntary order breeds DISSATISFACTION, mother of DISORDER; parent of the GUILLOTINE.
Authoritarian societies are like formation skating. intricate, mechanically precise and above all, PRECARIOUS.
Beneath civilization’s fragile crust, cold CHAOS churns…
And there are places where the ice is treacherously thin…
Authority, when first detecting CHAOS at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save it’s orderly facade…
But always order without love or liberty, which cannot long postpone their world’s descent to pandemonium.
Authority allows two roles: the TORTURER and the TORTURED; twists people into joyless mannequins that FEAR and HATE, while culture plunges into the abyss.
Authority deform the rearing of their children, makes cockfight of their love…
Authority’s collapse sends cracks through bedroom, boardroom, church and school alike.
All is misrule.
Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. without them order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

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“The justice that I loved was gone; who had such kindly eyes; who took such small and careful steps…
Transformed, she glared through narrow slits and ground good men beneath her vicious heel.”

“Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Everything’s possible,
Nothing is true.”

“I love the rain, I love the moon,
I love the wind and stars…
I’d love to visit you quite soon,
and kiss you through the bars.”

“I love you, but why must you love the law?
It’s plain for all to see that she’s a whore…
That virtuous persons have no need to woo;
That villains screw then studiously ignore”

“You say have a clockwork, Love.
Who feeds and cares for you.
But I’ve read all her diaries.
And I know that she’s untrue.”

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Evey: V? You’re almost finished, aren’t you?
V: See for yourself.
The pieces are set out before me, perfectly aligned.
Complete, one may at last grasp their design; their grand significance.
But “almost finished”? Yes, I suppose I am.
Though recognition’s been delayed by its circuitous construction, now the pattern long concealed emerges into view.
Is it not fine? is it not simple, and elegant and severe?
How strange, after the long exacting toil of preparation that it takes only the slightest effort and less thought to start this brief, elaborate amusement on its breathless, hurtling race: The merest touch, no more… and everything falls into place.
The pieces can’t perceive, as we, the mischief their arrangement tempts: those stolid, law-abiding queues, so pregnant with catastrophe. Insensible before the wave so soon released by callous fate.
Affected most, they understand the least…
And understanding, when it comes invariably arrives too late.
Indeed, they’ll not know anything’s amiss until they’re caught up in that terrible momentum. Possibly mistaking it at first, for bold decisive action, some last minute rally to avert disaster, charging to the rescue…
But they are not charging…
They are FALLING.
There… You see them? standing with their numbers on their blank indifferent faces, Nuremberg in miniature, the ranks of painted, wooden men…
Poor little things.
Poor dominoes.
Your pretty empire took so long to build. Now, with a snap of History’s fingers..
Down it goes.

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“The CHAOS progresses splendidly without us, Eve. For my part, I rather think the time has come for putting certain things to ORDER.”

“Regard the air of knowledge here condensed to liquid electricity. The facts of all society are centralized herein… A fact that’s figured in society’s UNDOING…
For I have tapped their knowledge well. Soon, everyone shall drink.
… And FATE is linked to everything. In a BUREAUCRACY, the file cards are reality. Punching new holes, we recreate the world.

Everything is connected.
You must understand that knowledge is not all your heritage.
It includes also courage and belief like hers that we commemorate herein…
And romance. Always, always romance.
Midst insurrection’s clamor, we may easily forget just what it is for which we strive..”

“Anarchy must embrace the din of bombs and cannon fire… yet always must it love sweet music more”

“With Science, ideas can germinate within a bed of theory, form and practice, that assists their GROWTH… but we, as gardeners, must BEWARE…
For some seeds are the seeds of RUIN…
And the most iridescent blooms are often the most DANGEROUS.”


“Anarchy wears two faces, both CREATOR and DESTROYER.
Thus destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can build a better world.
Rubble, once achieved makes further ruins’ means IRRELEVANT.”

“AWAY with our explosives, then! AWAY with our destroyers! They have no place within our better world.”

“First, you must discover whose face lies behind this mask, but you must never know my face. Is that quite clear?”

“There’s no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There’s only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.”

“This country is not saved… do not think that… but all its old beliefs have come to rubble, and from rubble may we build…
That is their task: To rule themselves, their lives and loves and land…”

“Give me a Viking funeral.”

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Evey: [Posing as V] Since mankind’s dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves.
By doing so, they took our POWER.
By doing nothing, we gave it away.
We’ve seen where their way leads through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.
In ANARCHY, there is another way.
With anarchy, from rubble comes new life, hope re-instated.
They say ANARCHY is dead, but see… Reports of my death were… EXAGGERATED.

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Sourced quotes used in the Book:

“People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
– V paraphrasing John Basil Barnhill’s: “Where the people fear the government you have tyranny. Where the government fears the people you have liberty.”

“A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.”
– V quoting the famous anarchist Emma Goldman

“The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Showed like a rebel’s whore: but all’s too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name)
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish’d steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour’s minion,
Carv’d out his passage.”
– Macbeth 1.2.17-18

“We are oft to blame in this. ‘Tis too much proved that with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er the devil himself.”
– Hamlet 3.1.46-49

“And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol’n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.”
– Richard III 1.3.336-38

“I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.”
– Macbeth 1.7.47-48

“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent.”
– Twelfth Night 1.2.53-55

Closing Credits Music Voiceover: Concerning non-violence: It is criminal to teach man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.
– Malcolm X

Closing Credits Music Voiceover: Sex and Race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organising human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour on which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen, or those earned. We are really talking about Humanism.

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Ave Atque Vale

 

R is for…

In the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this July the 23rd, a day that used to stand for something…
by reminding you of what R used to stand for…

R is for Reign, Revulsion, Repulsion, Refutation, Repudiation, Refusal, Rebuttal, Resistance, Rejection, Reckoning, Retribution, Revenge, Reprisal, Retaliation, Refraining, Rebellion, Rising, Razing, Rescue, Relief, Recovery, Release, Restructuring, Restoration, Renovation, Reinstatement, Restitution, Re-compensation, Re-payment, Repossession, Recoup, Recuperation, Reclamation, Redistribution, Reparation, Re-installation, Replacement, Reconstruction, Renewal, Revival, Regain, Redemption.

R is for Revolution…

R is for…

Reform

Stay tuned for the “Manual for a revolution” which I will post at midnight.

Mortal breathes & immortal Questions which may never be answered!

What’s the meaning of a 30 years “Emergency”?

 

Through the past two week, I have been hesitating about whether to write this post or not, not to mention I didn’t have the time to do it.

Despite criticism of some friends and fellows, from the beginning (and believe me I knew about this tragic incident from the early beginning, specifically since Wednesday mid day), I made it a point NOT to take part in the public frenzy following this incident that shocked the nation.

Khaled Said’s brutal death (aka the Alexandria Martyr, the Martyr of Emergency law & the Police victim), has become a phenomena, and it’s fallout is threatening the very system established and maintained by this government for the past 30 years, no Egyptian can ignore this incident now.

Yet I had my reasons to stay out of the ongoing commotion:

Ever since I received the mail (before facebook catches on) containing Khalid’s post-mortem photos I had an eerie feeling about the incident. At first glance, I was in shock and disbelief, I actually thought it was a hoax of some sort, because the post-mortem images bore little or no resemblance of the smart looking young man in the pre-torture photo.

Then later on when I read the news and confirmed it from many sources, I was infuriated, but instantly and simultaneously I started questioning the details of the incident.

Early on, ever since the story was first published, it was clear that the opposition papers and commentators were trying to exploit the story to their advantage (and I cannot blame them for that), therefore the story coming from the opposition media was full of emotions and it’s narrative glorified the deceased young man, beyond reasonable limits.

Meanwhile the Government and its tainted media stayed silent in the beginning, ignoring the incident altogether (in a vain hope that if they act as if it didn’t happen it would go away), but then faced with the rage which literally gripped the nation, they went on a “full defense“ mode and started negating the opposition’s story with the most comical and ridiculous stories.

That is why I’ve been staying at bay from this particular debate, so as not to fall in the pit of taking sides, especially that this would be really easy given how critical I am of the government, and the amount of lies and misinformation surrounding this sad incident.

Instead, I waited as the fury, anger and heated emotions cooled (at least just a little bit) and was also waiting in the vain hope that the government, under national and international pressure as it is, would open an impartial investigation that would shed more light on what really took place during that most unfortunate night.

Well, yesterday, the “final” forensics report confirmed the findings of the first autopsy, stating the following, and I quote: “The victim had died of asphyxiation rather than as a result of police brutality.” The report continues, to state that Saeed “had choked to death on a foreign body.” and it identifies the “foreign body” in question as a packet of Marijuana (7.5 long and 2.5 cm wide), which had lodged in the victim’s throat and prevented him from breathing. The report strongly suggests that the death had been accidental.

Personally, I expected this exact report!

I was hoping for a different one, but deep down I knew that this was going to happen.
However the “final” report doesn’t not answer the questions that I was pondering ever since I heard about Khaled’s death, which are:

1. According to eye witnesses, this guy was grabbed from the back, so when exactly did he take out the pack of cannabis? (not to mention shove it down his throat!)
2. More importantly how did he manage to swallow a 2.5 wide, 7.5 long object, without any “lubricants”?!!
3. If they saw him do that, why didn’t they try to stop him or make him spit it?
4. If he was choking on a pack of cannabis, or on anything, why didn’t they call the ambulance or try to rescue him on the spot?
5. If he did in fact did swallow the pack, how come it took him 15-20 minutes to choke and die on it?
6. And what took place during those 15-20 minutes if they were not hitting him to death? Were they holding his hands and patting his back while he choked to death???
7. Since when did drug dealers leave their houses with just one pack of cannabis?
8. Is there any other evidence to back the official claim that he is a drug dealer? Where is the rest of his stash? Did they find any drugs when they searched his apartment? Did they search his apartment at all to start with?
9. Why did they take him to the police station?
10. More importantly, what happened there??? What took place in those 10-20 minutes after Khaled vanished into the police car, with no eye witnesses watching?
11. Why did they bring him back and throw him in the street? If there was no wrong doing on the part of the police, why did they bring him back? Wouldn’t it be logical to call the ambulance to pick him up from the police station, and document the whole process to prove that there was no wrong doing on behalf of the police???

The FINAL official report ignores all these questions, just like it ignored the questions and queries put forth by Khaled’s lawyers.

And based on this “conclusive“ forensic report, I suspect that the ongoing investigation by the attorney general, will not include any new findings or condemnations.
SO the official narrative will remain the same: Khaled was an unemployed, drug addict & drug dealer, who resisted arrest, and he fully deserves what happened to him.

Despite all the anger and public rage…
Against all evidence…
Ignoring our intelligence as well as our emotions…
Our government remains defiant!

الحمد لله قانون الطوارئ اقتصر على الارهاب والمخدرات..وبكده القانون هيدي الحق للمعتقل انه يختار يكون ارهابي ولا تاجر مخدرات
– A friend’s status update

OK! Suppose he was really a: 7ashash, dealer, we 3atel
Does that give our vigilant police the right to torture him?

If so, then given the unemployment rates which this government have miraculously achieved, and given the unprecedented rates of drug consumption in Egypt, then easily more than half of the population should be tortured along with Khaled.
Suppose that the torture really did not lead to his death, and swallowing a Package of cannabis did -although I personally can hardly swallow the story, that a young man, with no significant crime record despite what the police wants us to believe, would try and succeed in swallowing a pack of cannabis without so much as even a glass of water! maybe if they said a piece of Hash (Hashish) it would have been more logical, but given the hash crisis I suppose they had to do with what’s available!

Anyhow suppose it is true, and he did swallow it, would you not agree that torturing the poor guy was kind of an obstacle in the way of giving him proper medical care? I mean how can they give him a CPR when they are too busy banging his head to the wall!!!!

There is no doubt in my mind that this is crime by all standards, even if he was the most notorious drug dealer in Egypt, and a Rapist, Terrorist, child abuser, all at once… he should have stood trial and not die in an alley in this inhuman tragic way.

The Police brutalty we are witnessing right now is a byproduct of 30 years of emergency law, and giving the police absolute and unchecked power to detain and “interrogate “ any given suspect in order to preserve the system…

Our police became so “efficient “ in the realm of torturing people (innocent or not), to the extent that all through Iraq war, the US was outsourcing it’s “terror detainee “ to be tortured in Egypt!

Now the System’s control system (the Police), have gone beyond the control of the system (the government)!

The current government cannot afford to keep ignoring the nation’s rage over this incident and all the others… they cannot keep treating the public as if they are 7 years old..

The questions surrounding Khaled’s death must be answered, because all the evidence points out that something very very very wrong went down on that night… and, given the long bloody history of police torture in this nation, until all the circumstances surrounding Khaled’s death are fully revealed and all those involved are held accountable, the people of this nation have all the right to be very very very angry…

I would like to see those responsible for this tragic incident being held accountable for it, to the highest level, but we both know this is too farfetched.

AND supposing he was innocent, I would like to see them burn!

More on the tragic death of Khaled Said

Helwan Celebrates, in-style! Or ill-styne!

Two years ago, on 17 April 2008, his highness & majesty, President Hosny Mubarak, with his infinite wisdom & intelligence, signed the supreme brilliant presidential decree, dividing Cairo and Giza into 4 governorates instead of two, bringing the total to 28. An unstudied and unplanned decision aimed at minimizing the governmental administrative burden of running a colossal metropolitan like Cairo (estimated population of 17 million persons at the time).

In the division, Northern Cairo remained Cairo, while the southern district starting from Dar Al Sallam downwards, became the infamous governorate of Helwan. The beautiful suburban Maadi, was among the unfortunate lot who were “turned over” to the control of Helwan. The inhabitants of Maadi, not wanting to be thrown over night out of the Capital, and fearing that their beautiful neighborhood would fall to ruins under the control of Helwan, resisted the division decision. Same happened again and on a much more vocal/violent scale in Al-Wahat Al-Bahariya, where riots and protests broke over the decision to place the oasis under the jurisdiction of Minya governorate and not Sixth of October. There, anti-riot police used tear gas against 2,000 protesters and more than 20 people were detained. Bahariya residents took to the streets because the presidential decree which “moved” them from Giza governorate, meant they would have to travel up to 600km to access government and administrative services in Minya governorate.


The newspapers and media roared with dissent aimed at the presidential decision, but of course, the historical decision was not overturned.


Analyst Amr Elshobaki of Al-Ahram Centre for Political and Strategic Studies was most critical of the way the government dealt with the issue as a purely technical one in which public opinion had no part to play. “What happened is an unprecedented change in Egypt’s ruling system. Yet the decree ignored the opinions of citizens and experts alike.” The lack of communication between the state and the public, he argues, is almost guaranteed to see the changes fail in their avowed aims. “The timing of this decision immediately after the local council elections renders the councils themselves redundant,” he said.

Weird enough, after an emergency meeting at the National Democratic Party –not in the people assembly where it should have taken place- the presidential decree was subsequently amended. Al-Wahat Al-Bahariya and Ayyat, were both “re-moved” to the jurisdiction of Sixth of October. The decree also placed Atfih and Al-Saff, which used to belong to the Giza governorate, under Helwan. But of course no attention was given to the inhabitants of Maadi whom shared an equal dissent for the new division, but failed to act violently! Afterwards, and following a period of stretching and pulling of the borders of the new governorates, things calmed down and people accepted the new presidentially imposed reality.

Just to give you an idea about how haphazard that decree was, on 21 April 2008, just 4 days after the first decree, his Royalness, President Mubarak issued another presidential decree announcing that the Supreme Constitutional Court in Maadi, Helwan according to the earlier mention division decree, will be exempt of the division and will remain a part of Cairo governorate even as it is located in the new governorate of Helwan. The exception was made, because otherwise, if the Supreme Constitutional Court were to remain in Helwan, the rulings of the court would have been technically unconstitutional.

Anyhow, I, a simple inhabitant of Maadi, trusting that government knows what’s better for me, did not object in the beginning. Of course I felt a little bothered by becoming a Helwanise during my sleep, but still, I was not that keen on being a Cairian in the first place, after all Egypt have taught us not to take anything for granted! And as I grew up I became used to Egypt’s “hit and miss” approach to urban planning. So, after thorough study of the whole ordeal (something they didn’t care to do at the government) I decided that this maybe better for my district. Maybe then a simple procedure like getting my driving license renewed, would become a humane endeavor!

Little did I know!

As the days went by, it turned out that all what the Maadians feared most, was true… if not much worse.

One problem after another sprung into being, slowly but evidently obliterating the urban fabric and prominence of Maadi, as a peaceful and secluded neighborhood.

First came the Humongous Billboards that were scattered all over Maadi, against all laws and sensibility. These billboards which destroyed the aesthetics of Maadi as well as endangered its inhabitants (I still can’t help but wonder, what type of catastrophe would happen if one of these monstrosities were to fall!).

Afterwards came the project of a new “Smart Village” inside the borders of Maadi, which is scheduled to open sometime during summer 2010, and threatens to destroy the serenity and peace of Maadi altogether –If you ask me, to build an inside-city “Smart Village” project, is a pretty DUMB start!

Then most recently, the wise men at the governorate decided to move the driving license District Attorney office, from inside the Maadi Traffic Unit where it was located, to El Darasah Traffic Unit!!! Which means that anytime you need to renew your driving license, you have to go back and forth between Maadi and El Darasah, a 40 minutes drive, at least twice! Ironically enough, El Darasah is still in Cairo Governorate.

Not to mention the increased Police presence and sudden checkpoints they setup at random all over Maadi – just today there was a checkpoint (Lagnah) in the middle of 216 street (otherwise known as Satellite or Laslky road), at 10:00 PM!!! As you can imagine this blocked the Maadi entrance via Autostrad completely!


You may be wondering, why am I writing about this “ancient history” now?


Well because, yesterday, the governorate of Helwan, decided to rub it in our faces (we Maadians) even more and decorated Maadi squares with the most heinous decorations, congratulating us with Helwan’s governorate 2nd National Day!!!

Let’s not talk about the dreadful decorations itself, which look like a vulgar wedding from hell, complete with it’s cheap flickering lights, and ugly inflatable scare clown!


My question goes much deeper than just being angry about being visually and sensibly offended with this hideous “beautifications”.

My question is: As Maadians, What are we supposed to be celebrating on Helwan’s National Day?

The destruction of the once prominent and quite suburban Maadi?

OK! If we stop living in denial and accept the new Helwanise identity. As Helwanise, What are we supposed to be celebrating on Helwan’s National Day?

The governorate’s prominence as the highest-ranking pollution levels?

Or it’s prominence as the highest ranking corruption levels? (There is no solid evidence for that one, but the National Day’s congratulations to the Helwan Governor, which were spread on yet more billboards of all size, by the same companies which gave us the gigantic billboards in the first place, speaks volumes!!)


What the hell are we supposed to celebrate on Helwan’s National Day?

Well, I refuse to celebrate!!! And if I was much younger, I would have taken a knife and shown that huge inflatable polar bear how a celebration should be!

To me, Helwan’s National Day is an effigy to our government’s complete failure and confusion!


But hey, that’s just me! You can call me a party pooper!


Foot Note: While I was taking those picture, in front of Maadi Grand Mall, a man came up to me and introduced himself as a member of the Investigation Bureau (the notorious maba7es) and inquired about what I was doing! I told him that I was infatuated with the National Day decorations and wanted to take a photo of it, apparently even he didn’t believe that, so he started asking if I was photographing the Billboard!!!! Apparently the Billboards, being the National treasure that they are, are now protected by the police!!!! So of course I said no (cause I already photographed 1 year ago, moron). Nonetheless he instructed me to leave immediately, because this is a no-photography zone!!!!!!!!!

Read my older blog post about Maadi billboards:

Governor, Please… Bring the billboards down