Our man at Heathrow Airport is starting to raise suspicions, he’s been reading the same newspaper three days in a row and looking shifty. It doesn’t help that he’s had to change seats some twenty times in the lounge that is the airport’s identakit Olde Englishe Pub but that’s why it’s nice to be well connected. He’s been waiting for a special arrival who wouldn’t use the VIP promenade or the secret baggage tunnel with egress at customs checkpoint 2. To make things worse, his prey might be in disguise!
The mystery traveller is of course Hosni Mubarak, who needs no fluff introduction. Speculation is rife about where he’ll go and how will he protect his illgotten booty. Now we hear the old man has succumbed to the rigours of time and exhausted, he’s slipped into a coma. Is it too thoughtless to ask if he’s faking? The Muslim Brotherhood knocked off Sadat quite efficiently so why was Hosni spared such a gruesome end? A politically incorrect answer to that is Mubarak actually ran the brothers before and after Anwar’s demise, in relative power-broker terms. Dictators run it all, don’t they?
This whole ‘Middle East explodes‘ thing didn’t phase anyone, the rhetoric from the Beltway and noises from inside the Cairo regime are hardly unexpected but the sudden illness twist demands some scrutiny. What ‘does’ really happen to neo-con mega-criminals when their usefulness has run out but their CYA files put them off limits for incarceration? According to some, Paraguay ‘happens’ and W’s 100,000 acre Rancho Deluxe the destination, protected by genetically modified flesh-eating llamas.
Well, maybe security is a bit less sophisticated. There are those who take the possible faked death/asylum hypothesis so seriously, they’re off to make a docu-film; “Where’s Kenny Boy?” about Chairman Ken Lay, mastermind of Enron’s pillaging and architect of the Carbon Futures market. The coincidence of his heart troubles to early demise and untouched WTC7 going down in it’s own footprint along with the entire Enron Case ‘evidence’ should peak everyone’s curiosity so RMI doesn’t begrudge them a trip to the pampas in search of the pompous.
Our man at the airport is sticking to his post for the duration but if Arabian Tales are more your cup of tchai, here’s Al Arabiya’s spin…