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Hosni Mubarak, self appointed dictator of Egypt, is the latest in a list of barely-passable potentates who have recently found themselves the focus of nation-wide protests calling for their ouster. Moreover, some, like Mubarak, even found themselves scorned by international demonstrations of denunciation which reached far beyond the borders of their fractured empires.

However, despite the fact that a majority of the people on this planet appear to deny Mubarak's legitimacy as Egypt's leader, the United States government, under the tutelage of Barack Obama, has convinced him to defy this sea of revolt, and praise reform on the grounds that it must come at the pleasure of his own dissenting spin.

Mubarak, under intense pressure from an extremely diverse array of Egyptian citizens, demanding he step down immediately, appealed to their tides of tension with shows of appeasement in a televised speech aired Tuesday evening. He spoke with redolence of a bias, seared with paternal presence. He sought to mollify his passing with sullen eyes that hung in much less than the face of a despotic and deplorable dictator who ruled his people unmercifully.

He did not rave angrily like a derange autocrat, but instead showered the airwaves with tender and tentative attempts at defending - however pitifully - his decision to remain in power until the governing of the country could be peacefully transferred to an acceptable alternative.

He claimed also, in a show of patriotic affection, that he will not leave his beloved country alive, and further secured his position with rhetorical phrases of concern that made him appear benevolent and understanding, and therefore maligned and mistreated by the unfaithful and ungrateful people he has cultivated and cared for these several decades.

However, if one truly listened to his auspiciously-arranged arguments, seasoned with words of simmering and practiced acumen, accented with mannerisms that spelled them out like jumbled acronyms; each subtly-sanctimonious syllable searching in the vacuum, stinging his mind as they fell from his tasteless tongue. It became rather apparent, even to those not fully aware of the history of his reign, or closely tied to the masses who claim he has strangled and suppressed them in the clutches of a brutal and authoritarian iron fist ... that something, most certainly, was amiss.

One could not help but wonder, even question, if the man possesses the will or the wile to effectively lead any nation of people.

An acrid and empty presence, like the taste of stale bread, began to emanate from Mubarak's public address, as his audience watched him die behind the lectern, their minds sodden and undone as they considered the fate of their country.

One could but fear for the sad and broken souls who, for mercy's sake, closed their ears to the silence he so loudly shouted above the din; his hollow words piercing the heart of their entire world like a wasp who, once mortally wounded, horrifies onlookers in a display of utter concavity ... rendering itself undone by an animal instinct that should never come from the creative and courageous strands of man.

No, his was not the call of a shamed or shackled guardian, nor the cries of a noble captain. There was no steely resolve imploring his people with the bark of a champion, roaring accord with commands for his finest to stand fast in his example.

It was the simple, yet shriveled and salty song of a man named Hosni Mubarak. Who, if he were truly worth his sand - or even one molecule of honor and benevolence - would have stepped down as soon as his people began to experience, for his acts, violence and displacement. He could so easily have proven his right to have held his lofty station all these years, with merely one clear and positive remark of reverence, washing away every ounce of angst, even the most conflagrating seeds of frustration, with just one pragmatic and powerful gesture ... relinquishing his charge with the decorum of a true leader.

But he listened to Obama, Clinton and the rest of the "Demorat pack", and shamelessly touted the game of politics above the fame of principle.

For any commander to prey upon a multitude of unrest - his subjects burning in his name - pleading in a shepherd's voice that rings sweeter than the flesh of this flock, is without a doubt a portrayal of staunch and shining affection; for but-one thing only ... himself.

Truly, the legacy of a people who created the world-renowned, and humbling, halls of Alexandria, deserved so much more after so many years they have given him. What a shame. What a low-down crying shame.