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The Right to Blog: The Egyptian Experience

Long Live Blogging: And they say Egypt is Free!?

Blog trial: A lengthy jail sentence looms for a 22-year-old blogger accused of insulting President Hosni Mubarak. Abdel Karim Nabil Suleiman was arrested in November in a move condemned by human rights groups abroad. Read more: 1. http://karam903.blogspot.com/ and 2. http://www.amnestyusa.org/news/document.do?id=ENGMDE120042007

Yeps. Blogging is here to stay. In the west where we live, I meant.

In Egypt, if one dares writing against the countries supreme leader he/she risks persecution, and probable death.

Think about it!

Ray de Bono, Dmax Malta

Comments

James said…
hey Ray, I didn't know you were a sheer blogger! As regards to this blogpost may i share the same thought - blogging is expression of the 21st century, along with video blogging (youtube).

On a blogpost I wrote last month, I wrote about Ira Losco's winning single at the BMAs and shared my opinion on it. I was surprised that a couple of weeks later i was contacted by Ira Losco herself to clarify some issues with me. I am so proud to be a blogger.
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Evan Camilleri said…
It is interesting to notice that the west talks +ve about the egyptian government when these problems are still present in Egypt.
11:47 AM PDT
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