Egypt – that place between a rock and a hard place, the frying pan and the fire.


So, in a few minutes, Morsilini the sheeple’s dictator is set to be stood down after defying an army ultimatum by our old friends SCAF and inevitably, there will be another military coup d’etat. These would be saviours are being cheered on by so many – but let’s not forget the last time we had a military dictatorship!

Whilst Morsi & the Brotherhood are calling for death, blood and martyrdom to protect a revolution they didn’t even participate in, that other organised gang, the army are polishing their weapons. These bunches of willy-wagglers will not be content until they bring down Egypt with them.

Dangerous days ahead.

 

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Mob Sex Attacks and the Everyday Reality of Street Children.


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I read the papers and online testimonials of mob attacks on women in the streets protesting and if I had not read the titles, I would have thought that the authors had suddenly taken a keen interest in the every day life of street children. I would have justifiably concluded they have become avid observers who have taken to the street to highlight the prevalence and normality of sexual violence in street culture that very little children live every night. But no, I have read the title; the words indicate this is about other girls; younger and older women, “welaad naas”, of the working and middle class (because remember street kids are the “excluded” class, second class citizens if that!). These articles are written because “citizens” have been struck, “citizens” honour has been violated; “citizens” human rights have been wronged. But street children? They aren’t citizens – they don’t even…

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Empty promises and blood on the streets again.


So, two years on & our situation is diabolocal.

Morsi & the Brotherhood have trapped themselves with all the empty promises & platitudes to justice & freedom.

And what do people who are trapped do? They lash out. Egyptians again, are paying the ultimate price. More blood is shed, more martyrs made. The dictator does what dictators do (how quickly Morsi picked up the ropes) he kills, he oppresses, he sends in the tear gas & the troops, he orders a curfew & calls for a new (but old, these tactics are so, so old now) state of emergency.

That didn’t stop the fight for freedom & justice before, and it won’t now, either. Morsi should know that, but the power has gone to his head and the man only has himself to blame for the deaths, the troubles and the disappointment.

Candlelit Vigil in London for those Massacred in #PortSaid #Egypt


You would have thought that those evil dictators in SCAF wouldn’t have been able to shock us Egyptians anymore. But this week, they’ve outdone themselves again.

The massacre at Port Said was not about football, but once again, an orchestrated State-sponsored attack on those who would stand against their corruption and oppression.

The Ultras (Ahly fans) who were killed have been instrumental in many of the revolutionary protests and this was revenge,  a warning, and incitement – pure & simple. An act of war & they’ve made it personal to so many Egyptians now, even those who were unconvinced by the revolutionaries & uninvolved in politics. Their blood was cheap only to SCAF.

I could see the shock & sadness so palpable in the faces of those at the vigil. Many of them knew people who had died. I’ve seen many of those people at the protests for over a year now and there seemed to be a different quality of sadness that day. The senselessness & unexpectedness was in spite of everthing, still a shock. It’s clear that SCAF have a psychopathic & sociopathic sense of impunity as there reaction to the international condemnation clearly shows.

For now, we remember the dead. Then, we must honour them by bringing their demands of freedom to life.

Please watch the video & share it. Please also come to the protest in Trafalgar Sq, London on Saturday 11th February if you can make it. Down with the military regime!

Revolution, Schmevolution…


Revolution: an overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed.

There are many optimists who are for some reason I cannot fathom, celebrating the so-called Egyptian revolution anniversary on January 25. Of course, it is a day which should fill us with pride at those who rose up against the Mubarak regime – but it is a massive disservice and an insult to those who have died & suffered in the as yet unfulfilled uprising. This prima facie revolution, has done nothing but change the face of the dictator. The new face(s) have taken the old tactics & we are in a more perilous place than we were before.

We mustn’t forget what those women & men who died died for. Not for a totalitarian Islamic Republic of Egypt alongside this murderous Military Dictatorship, paid for in the blood of those who wanted something else. We mustn’t give up, not only for us, but for them.

Hello again.


It has been many moons since I have blogged. It has been one hell of a year & I am relieved to see the back of it, in spite of the joys it held.

Since I last blogged, I have watched those murderous so called humans in SCAF overtake Mubarak in brutality, corruption of democracy & old-fashioned evil. I have watched the murders, the tear-gassing, the torture victims, the brutality, the lawlessness, the baltagiyeen (state-sponsored thugs), the divisive propoganda, the use of chemical weapons and bullets and sexual violence, the incitement of sectarian violence, the relentless campaigns against those who brought us the revolution by those who should be cherishing & protecting the revolution but instead choose to vote with their feet and their soldiers to try & steal as much power as they can.

I have watched as anti-revolutionary political entrepeneurs in SCAF, the Brotherhood (or so called ‘Freedom & Justice’ party, what a joke) and the Salafis in Al-Noor bastardise our words and their meanings; ‘Dignity’,’Stability’, ‘Freedom’, ‘Justice’, ‘Democracy’. Words which had real meaning to those on the streets and those who gave up their lives, now words with no meaning when it comes from those three institutions, they say those words with their fingers crossed behind their backs. Every time they utter one of those words, what it really means to them is ‘more power to me’, that is all they aspiring to.

Let us also remember the external political entrepeneurs who are so busy meddling & pouring dirty oily bloody money into Egypt right now, all enablers of the outrages that have already happened & the ones to come… SCAF, have at every opportunity blamed ‘foreign interests and funding’ for violence, denounced and attacked human rights NGOs, the 6th April movement and anyone who represents a threat to them for being funded by these shady foreigners. Yet, would they have been able to maintain their violence and monopoly of power over everybody without the weapons &  US ‘aid’ that they rely on themselves? Let’s also remember something that the vast majority of these political players and the ones in the past, like Mubarak, SCAF, Egyptian parliament, Al-Noor party, Islamic Brotherhood and so on, all have in common, in spite of their differences – they have two things – A thirst/greed for power – and penises.

I have watched with special pride and frustration as my sisters of Egypt yet gain rose up & stood fearlessly against oppression again. Those of you who have read my blogposts before will know that I think that without the full involvement of women at every stage, this is a useless and half-baked revolution. In fact, I still call for a feminist revolution of women. As once again, after giving up lives and fighting for the same rights as the men, women have been sidelined. The culture of obedience that should have been smashed once and for all last January is still the status quo for women in Egypt. I am very worried for our future with the proclaimations of those who would rule. I will say it again – I still think that only a feminist uprising and revolution will save us! Like I’ve said before, we need revolutions of the minds as well as the streets. Those Wise Men that have and will rule have shown themselves time and time again to not be up to the job. The nepotism of the Egyptian penis has gone too far. How many times will we let them fail us before we change things for ourselves?

I have hope though.  Samira Ahmed is just one example of a brave woman who triumphed against SCAF & held them up to scrutiny in the Courts of Justice, where they failed. This was after she had been subjected to so-called virginity tests after protesting. (Don’t be fooled by the name, the simple truth of it is they are not virginity tests, but state-sponsored rapes, how else can you describe forced penetration of any type, under duress?). The sight of so many women and men on the streets demanding womens’ rights and freedoms was a beautiful and long overdue one. I hope to see much more of this in 2012.

Of course, there are so many things I have watched and so many people that have filled me with inspiration. The release of Alaa Abd Elfattah was a great moment, let’s hope the other thousands of political prisoners who have suffered the injustice of unfair military trials under an illegitimate military dictatorship follow suit. Maikel Nabil, who was on hunger strike for so long,  suffered so many injustices for standing against military trials, for being a consciencious objecter and for telling the truth – that the army and people were never one hand. He still sticks to his guns principles and refuses to compromise them. How can I not have hope when there are so many inspirational people out there whose principles may help save us? When Aliaa Elmahdy shed her clothes in a big FUCK YOU to her oppression, that gave me hope too & a massive grin too. Good on her, too.

I’ll be back soon, but leave you with this thought:

It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.

The Blood Of My Sisters


The blood of my fallen Sisters has become so cheap

With the first full turn of this revolution, a new world for us?

Yet, still, in powerful places, we have no voice to speak

Denied once again, a voice, a face

How many turns of revolution will it take?

Before we stop coming full circle

And the blood of my sisters who fall and suffer is precious and protected

Like oil?