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Dear Egypt

Dear Egypt and Egyptians,

Let me say a couple of things. After yesterdays' rant, I felt somewhat unsatisfied, as even though I accused, somewhat incoherently, everyone and their dog down in Egypt and around the world, I find myself, upon rereading that rant that I offered little in the way of solution.

I am not a politician, nor do I technically qualify as more than half Egyptian. But I have been watching your uprising, with pride, suspense, fear and perplexion until I drop dead every day. I did this from the comfort of mine and other peoples homes.  I have demonstrated with those that would in Berlin. We have taken to the streets with you. No-one tried to subvert us, in fact, the Berlin police has become quite good at dealing with demonstrations and demonstrators over the years.

I have stated before that how the regime and/or it's cronies have dealt with this reprehensible, despicable and irresponsible. You, dear Egypt, have been brave and courageous and honorable and peaceful in finding your voice and raising it. But now I find myself thinking "Eh el fawda dih?". It seems that in your desire to change the system, you have lost sight of what must follow the downfall: the rise of something new.

What do you want? Ask yourself this for a moment. A picture I found on Facebook tells me this is it: The fall of Mubarak, dissolution of Parliament, end of martial law, trials… these are lofty goals. Let's try and reduce it to a minimum: You want to keep your new-found voice and you want a better life after Mubarak has fallen. What you need at this point is someone to take you there. I understand that after such a long time under the rule of pharoes, you may have some trouble getting used to the thought that you can choose these people yourselves.

It's not Americas place, or Europe's place or even the rest of the Arab world's place to choose your leaders for you. You are getting exactly what you asked for: free choice in those that lead you. They will not come to you as long as you demand the dissolution of authority. The point has come to choose representatives. You have options here: Amr Moussa, Mohammed El-Barad3i and many more are just waiting for you to ask them to lead you. Choose one and move on from there.

But while you're doing that, consider this: Mubarak is in his palace, surrounded by trusted and loyal advisors, who, from what I understand, are telling him that all this is the fault of the Muslim Brotherhood. We all know it is not, just as we know that the baltageyya and pro-Mubarak demos are sponsored by the people in power. We now even know that the terrorist attacks on that church in Alex were organised by government supporters, thanks to British Intelligence.

What you need to do, after all this chanting and ranting on Tahrir, is find the balls to walk on to the presidential palace. It may turn ugly, but this is the last barrier of fear you need to overcome. Walk there, oust the president and throw his aged ass in a cell. Give him over to the Hague, or try him yourself. Even if all the recent chaos is not of his making and he does turn out to be the puppet president I suspect la vache qui rit of being, he must be tried for what he has allowed to happen in his country.

This you must do with the dignity you have shown over the last week or so. My dream is the masses the world has seen on Tahrir and in Alex massing in front of the palace. Mubarak comes out to one of the many balconies. For the first time in years, he sees his people, united across class, religious and material divides. They are against him. He immediately realises the error of his ways and steps down with no fuss. It probably won't happen like this, but how it does go down is up to you.

Don't wait too long before you resort to this: Already, the attention of the world is turning to the more hardcore demographic attending the demonstrations. Already, you are in danger of having this peoples revolution turn into something you never intended for it to be. Be careful. Such things are only sweet until they turn sour.

You have been brave so far. Walk just a few more steps, and you shall be free.

As for you Hosni: Stop bullshitting us. Get to a nice oasis somewhere. Leave your newly appointed VP in charge. Let us all get on with our lives.


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