The price of gas has fallen and soon no-one will care about our puny cubic metres. What will we do then? What will we have to say to one another when none of us can afford even the appearance of affluence? And it's not that I want to put goat mouth on us. But as I watch men and women and children take their country back, I can't help wondering who will stand up to fight for ours? Still the word revolution is a scary one. And in the heady idealistic early days of any revolution everyone convinces himself and herself that he and she are on the side of truth and righteousness. The victories you think you've won turn into the things that defeat you in the end.
An earthquake won't shake us out of our comfort. A half-baked coalition and a flaky opposition keeping us in a progressive coma. We are not ready to walk like Egyptians. We hardly know how to walk like ourselves.