With each new day, new Provisional Governments, new Transitional Councils of the Official Rebellions, New Temporary Interim Committees and General Congresses of the People pop up all over the place all over the Middle East. The people of the Arab world are rising up to stake their claim to democracy. These Governments, Councils, Committees and Congresses arrive and are received either ceremoniously or furiously.
Occasionally, the wife of a Temporary Interim Leader and Ruler visits a hospital to cheer up the patients her husband maimed when he was a mere killer in a tank brigade taking part in the rebellion to overthrow the government.( In real life, he stamped cans in a Coca Cola factory.)
The wife tried hard, but she couldn’t escape a feeling of awkwardness as, in her nice, staunchly clean clothes, she stood over the terribly maimed victims of her husband’s efforts.
“Have you ever been out of the country?” the wife asked a victim.
“I’m not really in the country. I just came here two weeks ago.” He flashed a V for victory sign and the wife realized he was brain-damaged.
“Where do you live?” she asked.
“I don’t know. No one has heard of me.”
The victim admired the wife’s nice clean clothes.
“Thank you,” she said and showed the maimed man her engagement ring and wedding band, looted by her husband from the presidential palace the day it was captured.
The victim admired them too. “That’s a nice thing about revolutions,” he said.
“It’s a war,” said the wife.
“Everybody gets a little something.”
And if you ask, will they get a grip on themselves, will they manage to get everybody back in line, all those people of the Arab world, you’ll have to be content again with the reply: It’s anybody’s guess.