Hosni Mubarak has been conducting the orchestra in Egypt for three decades. The brass section has become moribund. There is a lack of pizzicato in the strings -- no real pluck, as we say. In fact, the man's entire repertoire is more than a little repetitive. (Get fat; torture guys; skim billions out of the treasury; allow the small folk to starve; laugh and fuck; pay the police to masturbate in your silk glove with the iron ribbing; pretend you're respected by the people; rule without actually stooping to lead, etc.)
One hopes these latest events usher in some more... convivial vibes to the national experience.
In other words, Mr. President: I hope your song is kaput.
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