Whenever I ask myself if my happy, I immediately think of a quote by Leo Toltsoy,"If you want to be happy, be.". It is odd, but this is all what it takes!
This past month, we have seen death and hate and I was tempted to just lose hope and feel sorry for myself.
But, then I smile and feel instant gratification when my smile is returned. I speak to my parents and feel their deep love for me and I feel all warm inside. I call my brothers(they are both abroad) and they ask about me and sense how much they care for my well-being and I cannot be but thankful. I play with Milo, my cat and Maestro, my dog and experience a love given for no expectations, a love so pure and immediately the world around me becomes more colorful.
Today, I spent the day with my cousin's 6 year old girl and she was so happy with me and we read stories and rode the bicycle and played with Barbie and believe me she left and I am still smiling. There is nothing sweeter than a little girl's innocent happiness and love. It is truly contagious.
I don't know but I keep finding that happiness is not something you pursuit. It is just there, within your hands. The trick is just to choose it over the easier temptations of following the trend of blame, stress and sadness...
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I am tired, truly tired
I am tired. It is getting too hard to keep the faith. The assassination of Walid Eido has not passed 2hours and already there is finger pointing to this side or that.
Just give us a break! The blood of the man and the others who died is still fresh and both political parties are trying to use his death to settle scores!!!!
Where is hate taking us? We are like a dune of sand eroded by the elements, only we are eating ourselves up... I just read a comment by a none other than a Lebanese saying that he is happy Eido died since he was playing cards in the July war!!!
Blame, revenge, hate, spite, the list goes on and on! The man is our countryman! Forget his and your political affiliation and mourn where we are going. Mourn how our country is losing its people through killings, wars, immigration, embezzlement, corruption, sectarianism and what say you.
I am truly tired. Tonight was supposed to be a night of candles and wine for me but I should have known that happiness is something of a rarity in this country. I should have prepared myself for a night in front of the TV set, listening to silly politicians speeches and feeling sorry for our lives that are being squeezed out of every hope of a better living...
Just give us a break! The blood of the man and the others who died is still fresh and both political parties are trying to use his death to settle scores!!!!
Where is hate taking us? We are like a dune of sand eroded by the elements, only we are eating ourselves up... I just read a comment by a none other than a Lebanese saying that he is happy Eido died since he was playing cards in the July war!!!
Blame, revenge, hate, spite, the list goes on and on! The man is our countryman! Forget his and your political affiliation and mourn where we are going. Mourn how our country is losing its people through killings, wars, immigration, embezzlement, corruption, sectarianism and what say you.
I am truly tired. Tonight was supposed to be a night of candles and wine for me but I should have known that happiness is something of a rarity in this country. I should have prepared myself for a night in front of the TV set, listening to silly politicians speeches and feeling sorry for our lives that are being squeezed out of every hope of a better living...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Strangers
the day is dripping with longing
desire is waning
one-by-one
the colors somberly drip off the painting
leaving behind a blank canvas
like an empty soul
a dream deferred
love is put on hold
he is a rose!
but doesn’t smell as sweet
after the men have lined up and
feasted on their meat
a blank canvas is art
molded out from the genius
of the abstract painter
as the nightly reshaping of Love
is love new-formed
in the hapless arms of strangers
desire is waning
one-by-one
the colors somberly drip off the painting
leaving behind a blank canvas
like an empty soul
a dream deferred
love is put on hold
he is a rose!
but doesn’t smell as sweet
after the men have lined up and
feasted on their meat
a blank canvas is art
molded out from the genius
of the abstract painter
as the nightly reshaping of Love
is love new-formed
in the hapless arms of strangers
Monday, June 4, 2007
Take Me Home
If only I had a moment to figure out what’s going on,
But my sorry concept of time has negated the moment.
Last night was a whisper of the pleasurable past
Today is a haunting reality check of a daunting future.
The seconds drip with intensity like melodies from a violin.
My lament is one in the same as the hunger pains of a stillborn.
A loosened piece of gravel has more significance to the world
Than me. It has aesthetic beauty
My mom used to tell me that she saw generations
Of ancestors when she looked into my eyes:
“I see everyone, I swear I see everyone,”
She would say with her silver-chipped tooth smile.
My heart is with her at home where she is now.
If I were to change how would she recognize me
when I see enough enough hate and killings.
Would she still be so adamant?
My culture is my only possession
as I take my first foreign steps.
My clothes are soiled with various sorts of filth
And smell of the reek rawness of the voyage.
It’s so busy, people bustling by like race-cars
I don’t know what day it is, or long it took to get here.
Last night I still felt my home in my bones,
I was with my peers. We spoke in our tongue.
Now I feel loss, if only I had a moment.
“Excuse me sir,” he doesn’t understand my accent
“Do I go this way or that way”
I pass the same illegible sign
I’m walking in circles
I stop to ask for help; all I hear is politicized religion
No one is listening.
Maybe if I was a loose piece of gravel
They would pick me up and take me home.
Take me home,, where there is no religion
Take me home, where there is no wars
Take me home where there is no greed
Take me home where there is no poverty
Take me home where there is no hypocrisy
Take me home where people ask why
Take me home where people don’t judge
Take me home ;I want to smell love
Take me home
If only I was a loose piece of gravel…
But my sorry concept of time has negated the moment.
Last night was a whisper of the pleasurable past
Today is a haunting reality check of a daunting future.
The seconds drip with intensity like melodies from a violin.
My lament is one in the same as the hunger pains of a stillborn.
A loosened piece of gravel has more significance to the world
Than me. It has aesthetic beauty
My mom used to tell me that she saw generations
Of ancestors when she looked into my eyes:
“I see everyone, I swear I see everyone,”
She would say with her silver-chipped tooth smile.
My heart is with her at home where she is now.
If I were to change how would she recognize me
when I see enough enough hate and killings.
Would she still be so adamant?
My culture is my only possession
as I take my first foreign steps.
My clothes are soiled with various sorts of filth
And smell of the reek rawness of the voyage.
It’s so busy, people bustling by like race-cars
I don’t know what day it is, or long it took to get here.
Last night I still felt my home in my bones,
I was with my peers. We spoke in our tongue.
Now I feel loss, if only I had a moment.
“Excuse me sir,” he doesn’t understand my accent
“Do I go this way or that way”
I pass the same illegible sign
I’m walking in circles
I stop to ask for help; all I hear is politicized religion
No one is listening.
Maybe if I was a loose piece of gravel
They would pick me up and take me home.
Take me home,, where there is no religion
Take me home, where there is no wars
Take me home where there is no greed
Take me home where there is no poverty
Take me home where there is no hypocrisy
Take me home where people ask why
Take me home where people don’t judge
Take me home ;I want to smell love
Take me home
If only I was a loose piece of gravel…
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Untitled
Diluted hearts, impure and unjust
Dissolve humankind’s righteousness.
I’m ineffective with words now,
It all burns down
To a molten stew of mumble-jumble
That NO-body is hearing,
So I remain humble in presenting my building
BLOCKS
I’ll just let those letters create their own path.
What’s present and past
Adds on to the aftermath
Of consequence,
So incidentally
I implement
A regiment
Of conscious thought
With the intimate
Relationship of ears I so hard sought
On the eve of dooms-day
With 5 minutes left ‘til midnight
I’ll write a rhyme to God
Giving thanks for insight.
So whom may doubt,
This paper doesn’t
That’s why it’s emitting me out.
On the last Sabbath of time
Some may fine-ally understand this rhyme.
Define energy:
A universal synergy
Aids in the Will’s escape of injury
In a hell-hole of misery.
Where the thoughts are thoughtless
And the hearts are heartless,
Which coincides
Where there’s no regard of Life
Regardless:
Of friend or foe;
Stranger or kin;
Maker or men.
The burden of binge
Has anchored us in
The ports of consumption;
Lying in the Bay of Complacency.
In the soul of sin
In the citizen
Lies a vast vacancy.
A total empty,
Anarchy
With lurid tendencies,
Horrid memories
Strike the body with a force
To strip you mentally.
That’s my window of vulnerability,
But we gotta keep moving
We gotta keep grooving
To the drummer infinitely
Pursuing
The centerpiece/inner peace
The glue in
To the U – N –
I
Versal mystery.
Where death be the release?…
Or death be the Penalty?...
Dissolve humankind’s righteousness.
I’m ineffective with words now,
It all burns down
To a molten stew of mumble-jumble
That NO-body is hearing,
So I remain humble in presenting my building
BLOCKS
I’ll just let those letters create their own path.
What’s present and past
Adds on to the aftermath
Of consequence,
So incidentally
I implement
A regiment
Of conscious thought
With the intimate
Relationship of ears I so hard sought
On the eve of dooms-day
With 5 minutes left ‘til midnight
I’ll write a rhyme to God
Giving thanks for insight.
So whom may doubt,
This paper doesn’t
That’s why it’s emitting me out.
On the last Sabbath of time
Some may fine-ally understand this rhyme.
Define energy:
A universal synergy
Aids in the Will’s escape of injury
In a hell-hole of misery.
Where the thoughts are thoughtless
And the hearts are heartless,
Which coincides
Where there’s no regard of Life
Regardless:
Of friend or foe;
Stranger or kin;
Maker or men.
The burden of binge
Has anchored us in
The ports of consumption;
Lying in the Bay of Complacency.
In the soul of sin
In the citizen
Lies a vast vacancy.
A total empty,
Anarchy
With lurid tendencies,
Horrid memories
Strike the body with a force
To strip you mentally.
That’s my window of vulnerability,
But we gotta keep moving
We gotta keep grooving
To the drummer infinitely
Pursuing
The centerpiece/inner peace
The glue in
To the U – N –
I
Versal mystery.
Where death be the release?…
Or death be the Penalty?...
Humming Bird
Whenever I hear gunshots
All I hear are screams of hatred.
I see the hatred in the face
Of a person firing a pistol
Thinking
Die. Die. Die.
With sport a hunter shooting its game;
In a drive-by shooting;
The hatred of bullets
Fired in retaliation,
Blood thirst vindication,
Screaming
Die. Die. Die.
Police firing forty plus shots
When one gets the job done,
Enemies in a war
All screaming through their guns
Damn you!
Die. Die. Die.
Even when one must shoot
In self defense, unless
You aim for the feet of your assailant,
But hardly,
More likely
Subconsciously
Praying
Die. Die. Die.
What I think of is the moment
The brain decides to pull the trigger,
The thought must be
Before the callused squeeze
Please
Die. Die. Die.
I’ve once felt that aggression,
I’ve once felt that hatred.
I was ten
I shot a b.b.
At a humming bird
On the branch It lingered
As I watched
It grasped on to the tree
Like the tree was Its life
And It clung on for dear life
But It plopped down,
To this day I still hear the sad-sad sound
Of Its body hitting the cold-cold ground,
The sound of Its life seeping out
Into nothingness
Like air from a flat tire.
Nothing to comfort It
Besides me, Its killer
And with each breath
It die (inhale), die (exhale), died (expired)
All I hear are screams of hatred.
I see the hatred in the face
Of a person firing a pistol
Thinking
Die. Die. Die.
With sport a hunter shooting its game;
In a drive-by shooting;
The hatred of bullets
Fired in retaliation,
Blood thirst vindication,
Screaming
Die. Die. Die.
Police firing forty plus shots
When one gets the job done,
Enemies in a war
All screaming through their guns
Damn you!
Die. Die. Die.
Even when one must shoot
In self defense, unless
You aim for the feet of your assailant,
But hardly,
More likely
Subconsciously
Praying
Die. Die. Die.
What I think of is the moment
The brain decides to pull the trigger,
The thought must be
Before the callused squeeze
Please
Die. Die. Die.
I’ve once felt that aggression,
I’ve once felt that hatred.
I was ten
I shot a b.b.
At a humming bird
On the branch It lingered
As I watched
It grasped on to the tree
Like the tree was Its life
And It clung on for dear life
But It plopped down,
To this day I still hear the sad-sad sound
Of Its body hitting the cold-cold ground,
The sound of Its life seeping out
Into nothingness
Like air from a flat tire.
Nothing to comfort It
Besides me, Its killer
And with each breath
It die (inhale), die (exhale), died (expired)
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
February 14th: Day of Love
As people prepare to mark the anniversary of Hariri's death and indeed all the other martyrs including those who fell so horribly today, I hope they remember that it is Valentines' Day. I hope they go to downtown to celebrate their love to Lebanon and their love to their countrymen. I hope this day is not driven by revenge or sectarian feelings or show of force or flexing of muscles.
Give us the ability to dream again of a Lebanon that our parents wanted to see and were faced with civil war instead! Tomorrow is a day of love, it is not a day for sunnis or Saad Hariri per se as the pathetic few are trying to portray.
Let us show the world that we are a civilized people and a few thugs that are terrorizing us, killing our people, forcing us to immigrate, and draining us of money are just losing and soon will be put behind bars and the true Lebanese will remain resilient forever.
Give us the ability to dream again of a Lebanon that our parents wanted to see and were faced with civil war instead! Tomorrow is a day of love, it is not a day for sunnis or Saad Hariri per se as the pathetic few are trying to portray.
Let us show the world that we are a civilized people and a few thugs that are terrorizing us, killing our people, forcing us to immigrate, and draining us of money are just losing and soon will be put behind bars and the true Lebanese will remain resilient forever.
You Are Lebanese!
I wrote this in 2005 in yalibnan.com and ironically it fits today's terror perfectly...
Expressions - You Are Lebanese!
Saturday, 16 July, 2005 @ 3:46 AM
The little girl was crying. She wanted to listen to the music. She has grown accustomed to loud noises; the opium to her ears. The day she didn't feel the vibrations rock her bed, and the sounds shake her awake, making her shudder; she felt empty.
She started calling her mother, "Mommy, mommy I want to hear the bombs. Why are there no fireworks today? I want to see the fire burning and the red color everywhere!"
The little girl's mom was mystified. What was she going to tell her petite daughter? What was she to convey to the baby whose little limbs grew with the sounds of explosions and killings? How was she to treat her infant's addiction to terror and mayhem? She needed the wisdom of the Oracle to help her darling from falling into the abyss. "Oh Oracle, help me!"
Lightning lit up the skies of the tormented city. The Oracle woke up with a fury. This country and its people need to be tutored in La Vida rules! The Oracle summoned the wise men of her commission for an urgent assembly.
Samuel Butler said, "Authority intoxicates, and makes mere sots of magistrates; the fumes of it invade the brain, and make men giddy, proud and vain." The security forces and intelligence have been inflated so much, that there is no more space for their minds to function. Power has been rooted deeply in their veins that targeting any threat however minor is their utmost aim. Little girls pay the price of their egoism; they drink up the violence along with their mothers' milk that weaning them off this danger becomes a menace itself!
Thomas Jefferson interrupted saying I am afraid my dear friend it is too late for the little girls to be rescued. For you see, "When the government fears the people, there is liberty; when the people fear the government, there is tyranny." And the people of this country have developed the leaders' phobia; they do not trust their own judgment. They prefer fear over their will to overcome terror ... I am afraid it is a lost case!
Sir Winston Churchill was poked into retaliation, "Never give in. Never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy." This concerned mother should not be put into submission. She should not be convinced that her daughter has no hope in conquering her craving to the bloodiness of the horror of detonations and blasts! I know that the people of the Cedar Nation do not succumb to trepidation.
Lord Chesterfield nodded his head with approval. The people of this historically mighty nation must be given a chance. The nightmares of dread and assassinations should not point them into relinquish. It is only a step they have to defeat to win their freedom to govern their lives. After all, "Arbitrary power has seldom... been introduced in any country at once. It must be introduced by slow degrees, and as it were step by step."
The Oracle looked towards her favorite disciple and asked him to give his ruling towards this issue. Albert Camus removed his glasses, rubbed his forehead and said, "Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear." The perpetrators of these cowardly crimes know this even more than we do. They are experiencing this with every bomb they direct towards an innocent life. They feel the hate build in the peoples' bodies, in mothers' wombs, in children's' eyes. This series of terror will be over soon, for the offenders are reaping what they are sowing.
"The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience." Those oppressors' want the dwellers of this blessed land to be like that toddler. They want them to give them the excuse to remain the autocrats. They want them to show their mothers and the world that without them, there is no hope. No survival!
The Oracle fell silent. She engulfed the realm with a warm glow. To the concerned mother, the Oracle stated: "Do not fear for your child. You grew up during the blood-spattered war and you are now a wife, a mother, a working woman. No my dear lady, do not worry. You are resilient people; no bomb is going to make you yield! You are a country worthy of its name, you are Lebanese!"
Expressions - You Are Lebanese!
Saturday, 16 July, 2005 @ 3:46 AM
The little girl was crying. She wanted to listen to the music. She has grown accustomed to loud noises; the opium to her ears. The day she didn't feel the vibrations rock her bed, and the sounds shake her awake, making her shudder; she felt empty.
She started calling her mother, "Mommy, mommy I want to hear the bombs. Why are there no fireworks today? I want to see the fire burning and the red color everywhere!"
The little girl's mom was mystified. What was she going to tell her petite daughter? What was she to convey to the baby whose little limbs grew with the sounds of explosions and killings? How was she to treat her infant's addiction to terror and mayhem? She needed the wisdom of the Oracle to help her darling from falling into the abyss. "Oh Oracle, help me!"
Lightning lit up the skies of the tormented city. The Oracle woke up with a fury. This country and its people need to be tutored in La Vida rules! The Oracle summoned the wise men of her commission for an urgent assembly.
Samuel Butler said, "Authority intoxicates, and makes mere sots of magistrates; the fumes of it invade the brain, and make men giddy, proud and vain." The security forces and intelligence have been inflated so much, that there is no more space for their minds to function. Power has been rooted deeply in their veins that targeting any threat however minor is their utmost aim. Little girls pay the price of their egoism; they drink up the violence along with their mothers' milk that weaning them off this danger becomes a menace itself!
Thomas Jefferson interrupted saying I am afraid my dear friend it is too late for the little girls to be rescued. For you see, "When the government fears the people, there is liberty; when the people fear the government, there is tyranny." And the people of this country have developed the leaders' phobia; they do not trust their own judgment. They prefer fear over their will to overcome terror ... I am afraid it is a lost case!
Sir Winston Churchill was poked into retaliation, "Never give in. Never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy." This concerned mother should not be put into submission. She should not be convinced that her daughter has no hope in conquering her craving to the bloodiness of the horror of detonations and blasts! I know that the people of the Cedar Nation do not succumb to trepidation.
Lord Chesterfield nodded his head with approval. The people of this historically mighty nation must be given a chance. The nightmares of dread and assassinations should not point them into relinquish. It is only a step they have to defeat to win their freedom to govern their lives. After all, "Arbitrary power has seldom... been introduced in any country at once. It must be introduced by slow degrees, and as it were step by step."
The Oracle looked towards her favorite disciple and asked him to give his ruling towards this issue. Albert Camus removed his glasses, rubbed his forehead and said, "Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear." The perpetrators of these cowardly crimes know this even more than we do. They are experiencing this with every bomb they direct towards an innocent life. They feel the hate build in the peoples' bodies, in mothers' wombs, in children's' eyes. This series of terror will be over soon, for the offenders are reaping what they are sowing.
"The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience." Those oppressors' want the dwellers of this blessed land to be like that toddler. They want them to give them the excuse to remain the autocrats. They want them to show their mothers and the world that without them, there is no hope. No survival!
The Oracle fell silent. She engulfed the realm with a warm glow. To the concerned mother, the Oracle stated: "Do not fear for your child. You grew up during the blood-spattered war and you are now a wife, a mother, a working woman. No my dear lady, do not worry. You are resilient people; no bomb is going to make you yield! You are a country worthy of its name, you are Lebanese!"
Friday, February 9, 2007
So Lebanese
This pic won the World Press Photo 2006. It is so lebanese, don't you think?
A guy in a mini cabrio going around with four women through the devasted areas after the israeli bombings :)
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
The New Saints
As I was taking down the elevator this afternoon, a man addressed me by asking, " Isn't this nice?" ; he was talking about a lazer pen that reflects a picture of a political figure. Honestly, I was totally bewildered that the woman with him thought I was a foreigner and told him she doesn't understand you.
I am still bewildered. Now, those "zaims" are like saints that we carry along with us and light our way through their faces!! Call me naive, but are we this insecure in our own skin? Do a few war lords reign over our lives in every aspect and then invade our private homes and work places??
We seriously need a reality check. I am not saying that if x or y is a personal favorite of us then it is a problem but let us return them to their humane level so that they admit their realities and stop stepping all over our dignities and honor!
I am still bewildered. Now, those "zaims" are like saints that we carry along with us and light our way through their faces!! Call me naive, but are we this insecure in our own skin? Do a few war lords reign over our lives in every aspect and then invade our private homes and work places??
We seriously need a reality check. I am not saying that if x or y is a personal favorite of us then it is a problem but let us return them to their humane level so that they admit their realities and stop stepping all over our dignities and honor!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Life in a halt!
so it's been months and months over since we've been on this deadly halt! halt that's only interrupted by assasinations, crimes or mini civilian wars..
So the opposition decided to escalade the confrontations back at the end of 2006 by throwing their people on the streets, invading public and private properties against all laws, increasing the tension between the people and giving a hard break to any economical activity left in this country. Despite the different reasons for the opposition that change between 1 party and another and get to change with time to better suite their need.
Opposition claim that the gov, who tend to work their best with the potentials that are left, is not listening to their demands. A claim that physically manifest itself with the fact that March14 camp managed to postpone their demand for an early presidential elections, managed to accept the solution of a 19+11+1 that can help us reach some sort of a resolution to this frozen state of life; against the fact that the opposition only managed to escalade tension further and further while increasing their demands to almost an imaginary state like this early parliamental elections demand that is only so sad yet so funny!!
..wonder what their next demand would be, hopefully something humanely possible.
So the opposition decided to escalade the confrontations back at the end of 2006 by throwing their people on the streets, invading public and private properties against all laws, increasing the tension between the people and giving a hard break to any economical activity left in this country. Despite the different reasons for the opposition that change between 1 party and another and get to change with time to better suite their need.
Opposition claim that the gov, who tend to work their best with the potentials that are left, is not listening to their demands. A claim that physically manifest itself with the fact that March14 camp managed to postpone their demand for an early presidential elections, managed to accept the solution of a 19+11+1 that can help us reach some sort of a resolution to this frozen state of life; against the fact that the opposition only managed to escalade tension further and further while increasing their demands to almost an imaginary state like this early parliamental elections demand that is only so sad yet so funny!!
..wonder what their next demand would be, hopefully something humanely possible.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sarko vs Aoun
This is how Sarkozy aims to win the presidency while Michel Aoun aims to do that by allying with Hizbullah, propaganda and accusing everyone of corruption...
As Robert Fisk says, "Pity the Nation" !
As Robert Fisk says, "Pity the Nation" !
The Vanished Lebanese Dream
We had this dream to grow as high as a tree,
to be something every eye could see.
So we let our roots to let us be;
glory was what we wanted to seek,
but, how can one be happy while climbing to the peak?
We just felt hopeless, desperate and weak.
We met a people who fought for the Madonna,
they were sure with their sect they’d reach nirvana!
We thought no one could defy our sage.
it’s now time to break out of the cage;
to build a new stage and open another page.
Yet,how can we continue our dream with broken feet?
So we found ourselves a seat
hoping our tears won’t cool out our heat.
Okay! We can forget about Our Lebanon
without letting them have our share:
that is poking them to be more fair.
Now, I keep wondering if we can reach our goal
with this handicapped soul...
Must we learn how to crawl?
Damn you Mr. Chair,
you have left us too blind to bare!
to be something every eye could see.
So we let our roots to let us be;
glory was what we wanted to seek,
but, how can one be happy while climbing to the peak?
We just felt hopeless, desperate and weak.
We met a people who fought for the Madonna,
they were sure with their sect they’d reach nirvana!
We thought no one could defy our sage.
it’s now time to break out of the cage;
to build a new stage and open another page.
Yet,how can we continue our dream with broken feet?
So we found ourselves a seat
hoping our tears won’t cool out our heat.
Okay! We can forget about Our Lebanon
without letting them have our share:
that is poking them to be more fair.
Now, I keep wondering if we can reach our goal
with this handicapped soul...
Must we learn how to crawl?
Damn you Mr. Chair,
you have left us too blind to bare!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Courage
As I am watching Courage the Cowardly Dog right now,do you know what comes to my mind? Aoun! Yes, this is a man whom I think the creators of the show modeled their character entirely-not loosely on him.
If we read into the history of this man from the civil war till now, a very clear trend is drawn. A man who is always pretending to be the liberator of his people from corruption, oppression and whatever there is in the dictionary that implies bad deeds and at the end of the day....flees like the wind!
Over and over, this man who I am sure has issues that stream from his challenged height tries to project courage through illogical and crazy schemes and still his followers/supporters flock behind him towards the doom.
But, there is a big advantage that Courage, the dog holds over Orange Aoun and that is losers' luck. Somehow, at the end of each episode fate ends up giving Courage a chance towards yet another mishap. As for Aoun, time is not his ally. He is well into his 70s and Alzheimer is building bridges in his brain.
Burning tires to him is constitutional!! I wonder what he is planning with his new best friends this Tuesday. Do you think he is going to declare that burning people down is constitutional???
My advice is for him to go look into his will (leave something to your son-in-law, will you? ) and choose a good quality casket for your "holier than thou" corpse since it maybe too valuable to both your "worshipers" and the rest of "us" together!
If we read into the history of this man from the civil war till now, a very clear trend is drawn. A man who is always pretending to be the liberator of his people from corruption, oppression and whatever there is in the dictionary that implies bad deeds and at the end of the day....flees like the wind!
Over and over, this man who I am sure has issues that stream from his challenged height tries to project courage through illogical and crazy schemes and still his followers/supporters flock behind him towards the doom.
But, there is a big advantage that Courage, the dog holds over Orange Aoun and that is losers' luck. Somehow, at the end of each episode fate ends up giving Courage a chance towards yet another mishap. As for Aoun, time is not his ally. He is well into his 70s and Alzheimer is building bridges in his brain.
Burning tires to him is constitutional!! I wonder what he is planning with his new best friends this Tuesday. Do you think he is going to declare that burning people down is constitutional???
My advice is for him to go look into his will (leave something to your son-in-law, will you? ) and choose a good quality casket for your "holier than thou" corpse since it maybe too valuable to both your "worshipers" and the rest of "us" together!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I Bow to You
Wow! Now, that was a great day! I wonder if the mobs who cracked each others' heads and limbs would feign innocence and find a way to blame their lack of intelligence and their fang revealing instincts on Israel or the United States or or...
What I keep seeing day after day is a people so addicted to blood that they would always seek war. The July war wasn't enough for them, and it didn't give them the satisfaction of feeling the bones break and smell the blood and sweat up-close.
Bashar must be packing some bags, he is expecting his return very soon. His father came to "restore" peace in an earlier insanity period, so he is betting on the international community after seeing the parade of stone throwing and pipes wielding to beg him to come back to Lebanon. After all, we are proving that we are not Lebanese. We are shia and sunnis and maronites and druze so who cares who govern us? I hate to say this but it seems to me that Arabs deserve dictators like Saddam to curb their fanaticism and tribal emotions.
At the end, I want to salute the youth who participated today in showing us and the whole world how civilized and classy we are... I bow to you!
What I keep seeing day after day is a people so addicted to blood that they would always seek war. The July war wasn't enough for them, and it didn't give them the satisfaction of feeling the bones break and smell the blood and sweat up-close.
Bashar must be packing some bags, he is expecting his return very soon. His father came to "restore" peace in an earlier insanity period, so he is betting on the international community after seeing the parade of stone throwing and pipes wielding to beg him to come back to Lebanon. After all, we are proving that we are not Lebanese. We are shia and sunnis and maronites and druze so who cares who govern us? I hate to say this but it seems to me that Arabs deserve dictators like Saddam to curb their fanaticism and tribal emotions.
At the end, I want to salute the youth who participated today in showing us and the whole world how civilized and classy we are... I bow to you!
Intro to Civil War
what's the new course this semester?
it's how to destroy your country from the inside!! sure we already had the course on how to do it from the outside back in July and now it's time for the 2nd way, a more effective way that could generate much better results!
today i can say i had my fair share of the mini-war today, shootings, ppl throwing rocks, burning cars, beating each other and the result is what? additional taste of "the law of the jungle".
I no longer believe in chances and fake innocence, what happened today alongside 'Paris III' cant be a mere coincidence, that just insults my intelligence!
They said that what happened today is a fight at the university, sure it started there but looking at the footage on TV, one would need few seconds to realize that the ppl who are fighting are not university students, i doubt if they even made it to school!!
this time i needed no TV to know what's going on as i had the a row seat of all the action, people defending their neighborhood and their homes against masked thugs with weapons who are burning and destroying cars just because they believe these cars belong to the ones living in this area, attacks based on hatred, hatred of the other, and they claim they want to share!
it doesn't need a genius to know who attacked who, who's invading the others' homes and who's destroying the other's properties..
do they seek civil war? do they want to destroy the country?!
in these religious days to some sects, i say thank you for another sample of your democracy and peace, thank you for being the stars on today's news over all the TV networks, thank you for performing to us MEN IN BLACK III!
it's how to destroy your country from the inside!! sure we already had the course on how to do it from the outside back in July and now it's time for the 2nd way, a more effective way that could generate much better results!
today i can say i had my fair share of the mini-war today, shootings, ppl throwing rocks, burning cars, beating each other and the result is what? additional taste of "the law of the jungle".
I no longer believe in chances and fake innocence, what happened today alongside 'Paris III' cant be a mere coincidence, that just insults my intelligence!
They said that what happened today is a fight at the university, sure it started there but looking at the footage on TV, one would need few seconds to realize that the ppl who are fighting are not university students, i doubt if they even made it to school!!
this time i needed no TV to know what's going on as i had the a row seat of all the action, people defending their neighborhood and their homes against masked thugs with weapons who are burning and destroying cars just because they believe these cars belong to the ones living in this area, attacks based on hatred, hatred of the other, and they claim they want to share!
it doesn't need a genius to know who attacked who, who's invading the others' homes and who's destroying the other's properties..
do they seek civil war? do they want to destroy the country?!
in these religious days to some sects, i say thank you for another sample of your democracy and peace, thank you for being the stars on today's news over all the TV networks, thank you for performing to us MEN IN BLACK III!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
LEAVE OR DIE
The law of the jungle: to the civilized world, it is a figure of speech. To us, the Lebanese, unfortunately it is a full blown reality. Individualism scares us. We try to paint a picture of civilization but when the clock ticks 12, the curtain falls unveiling various “packs” that follow their leader unconditionally. We burn our country down, chanting silly slogans handed to us over generations and bringing ourselves down further into a black abyss.
Today, as I was watching the people who are burning tires and besieging our lives on TV, I thought of my cat and dog. My cat and dog always fight for the control of the household but they have an understanding that at the end of the day the cat is the chief and my dog always retreats. Yes, even animals with their instincts have boundaries. We do not.
We should have a Dr Moreau. In the Island of Dr Moreau, the animals had a set of rules that they recited: “thou should not walk on all fours; thou should not eat meat…” I truly believe that we should be programmed like this. We keep seeking wars for the survival of the tribe and the only solution to elevate us from the animal kingdom to the civilized world is a Dr Moreau.
I am ashamed of my nationality today. I am ashamed of my countrymen. There is fashion week in Paris today and we have “BURN OUR COUNTRY DOWN” festival. I am ashamed, yet I do not want to attack. Words fail me when I see those painful images. Words fail me when I try to imagine what is next.
Eventually, there are only two options for people who do not follow the law of chaos and mayhem. “LEAVE OR DIE”. Our country belongs to militias with katyushas and tribal men. “LEAVE OR DIE”.
Today, as I was watching the people who are burning tires and besieging our lives on TV, I thought of my cat and dog. My cat and dog always fight for the control of the household but they have an understanding that at the end of the day the cat is the chief and my dog always retreats. Yes, even animals with their instincts have boundaries. We do not.
We should have a Dr Moreau. In the Island of Dr Moreau, the animals had a set of rules that they recited: “thou should not walk on all fours; thou should not eat meat…” I truly believe that we should be programmed like this. We keep seeking wars for the survival of the tribe and the only solution to elevate us from the animal kingdom to the civilized world is a Dr Moreau.
I am ashamed of my nationality today. I am ashamed of my countrymen. There is fashion week in Paris today and we have “BURN OUR COUNTRY DOWN” festival. I am ashamed, yet I do not want to attack. Words fail me when I see those painful images. Words fail me when I try to imagine what is next.
Eventually, there are only two options for people who do not follow the law of chaos and mayhem. “LEAVE OR DIE”. Our country belongs to militias with katyushas and tribal men. “LEAVE OR DIE”.
Democracy
democracy, does it really exist in our current culture?
After trying to throw democracy down the drain when the circumstances turned unfavorable to their personal interests, we had the honor of witnessing how democratic protests can be peacefully performed. Dozens of smashed cars, numerous civilians wounded, more threatened with their lives and safety of their properties in case they don't join, and the list goes on and on.. sure people have the right to protest and go on strike but where’s the right to not to? Where’s the right to go to work, go and try to make a living in this paralyzed economy especially when I’m not one of the “patriotic” people who are getting paid with the clean, blessed and righteous money coming from the clean and blessed pro-resistance country and in form of US Dollars!!
The funny question one would ask nowadays is how come people who are ready to break every rule in the book in order to reach their goals are requesting to govern the lands? With what rules left will they be able to build what they claim to be destroyed by others? (while ironically leaving themselves out of any responsibility).
Are rules made to be followed just when you're on top or otherwise made to be broken at any possible opportunity?
Are we to believe that all this destruction was spontaneous? All these tires, rocks and piles of sand weren't distributed by an organized party? That the hundreds of visitors who came to pay my neighborhood a visit and bring with them many gifts of rocks and canes were the result an unstructured movement? Are we to become deaf, blind, brainwashed and maybe mentally retarded?!
Thank you for giving us a sample of what to expect if you ever get the opportunity to govern, in case we miraculously managed to forget the past 25 years!
Thank you for turning a peaceful strike into a realitytv street fights day!
After trying to throw democracy down the drain when the circumstances turned unfavorable to their personal interests, we had the honor of witnessing how democratic protests can be peacefully performed. Dozens of smashed cars, numerous civilians wounded, more threatened with their lives and safety of their properties in case they don't join, and the list goes on and on.. sure people have the right to protest and go on strike but where’s the right to not to? Where’s the right to go to work, go and try to make a living in this paralyzed economy especially when I’m not one of the “patriotic” people who are getting paid with the clean, blessed and righteous money coming from the clean and blessed pro-resistance country and in form of US Dollars!!
The funny question one would ask nowadays is how come people who are ready to break every rule in the book in order to reach their goals are requesting to govern the lands? With what rules left will they be able to build what they claim to be destroyed by others? (while ironically leaving themselves out of any responsibility).
Are rules made to be followed just when you're on top or otherwise made to be broken at any possible opportunity?
Are we to believe that all this destruction was spontaneous? All these tires, rocks and piles of sand weren't distributed by an organized party? That the hundreds of visitors who came to pay my neighborhood a visit and bring with them many gifts of rocks and canes were the result an unstructured movement? Are we to become deaf, blind, brainwashed and maybe mentally retarded?!
Thank you for giving us a sample of what to expect if you ever get the opportunity to govern, in case we miraculously managed to forget the past 25 years!
Thank you for turning a peaceful strike into a realitytv street fights day!
Monday, January 1, 2007
Happy New Year
Pacem in Terris
Pope John XXIII, 4/11/63
"May He banish from the hearts of all men and women whatever might endanger peace.
May He transform them into witnesses of truth, justice and love.
May He enkindle the rulers of peoples so that in addition to their solicitude for the proper welfare of their citizens, they may guarantee and defend the great gift of peace.
May He enkindle the wills of all so that they may overcome the barriers that divide, cherish the bonds of mutual charity, understand others, and pardon those who have done them wrong.
May all peoples of the earth become as brothers and sisters, and may the most longed-for peace blossom forth and reign always among men and women."
Pope John XXIII, 4/11/63
"May He banish from the hearts of all men and women whatever might endanger peace.
May He transform them into witnesses of truth, justice and love.
May He enkindle the rulers of peoples so that in addition to their solicitude for the proper welfare of their citizens, they may guarantee and defend the great gift of peace.
May He enkindle the wills of all so that they may overcome the barriers that divide, cherish the bonds of mutual charity, understand others, and pardon those who have done them wrong.
May all peoples of the earth become as brothers and sisters, and may the most longed-for peace blossom forth and reign always among men and women."
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