The world is holding a collective breath for official word that Egyptian President Mubarak has left the building.
As I write, news of Mubarak’s impending resignation within mere hours is crackling through cell phones of on-the-ground reporters while TV cameras flash images of a dimly lit "Liberation" Square teeming with chanting protesters. Wow! A so-called “military coup” without grenades, excessive posturing with weapons, and nary a camel in sight with a broken back covered in straw.
Well, I gather my house cleaning plans for the day will be placed on hold as I remain locked into following TV coverage of this latest BREAKING NEWS event. How can one focus on sweeping, dusting, and all of that exciting domestic stuff when history is made? At least that’s my latest excuse not to tote any more mop-like barges or lift further bales of dust into the trash bin.
Unless Mubarak has a perverse sense of teasing humour and isn’t really stepping-down, he will be gone from power after 28 years (always rounded-off to 30) and on to a new life. But where and how? First, as president, he has a fleet of 9 private jets – all funded with American money – to utilize to get the hell out of town or country. Cushy ride if he chooses to go that air route.
Where does a former leader go after getting the pink slip? We shall soon find out. If he follows recent tradition, he may be having a lovely French baguette for breakfast.
Developing…..
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