Saturday, June 21, 2008

Dumb and Dumber !

Tueini called for Saniora’s honorable retreat, Edde broke clean from M14 coalition, Kassem pointed his finger and reinstated the need for Hizbullah’s arms, Syria will fully cooperate (with IAEA), Israel undertook maneuvers aimed at hitting nuclear targets, USA and Iraq are in disagreement, ceasefire (for 6 months) is in place between Hamas and Israel in Gazza …etc; and Lebanon is fucked once again.
While our politicians are still squabbling about who gets the bigger share of the milking cow (the governmental institutions), geopolitics are once again changing. A “new found Christian” is trying his best to leave the white house with a shred of dignity (having fucked up royally in most of his foreign policies, especially Iraq), a head of a murderous oppressive regime (who recently was awarded the symbol of non-violence) back peddling in order to avoid the wrath of the above mentioned ˝new found Christian “, a mother country (mére patrie) attempting to relive it’s glory days within the “pays du Levant” by inviting Bashar to celebrate the commemoration of 14th of July (liberté, egalité, fraternité).
The Cedar Revolution has been filed along with most unresolved cases of power abuse, self enrichment, theft, breach of constitution, political murders…etc, under the pretext of avoiding civil strife (newly found excuse). Leaders from the wide spectrum of Lebanese political life took turns in justifying to their “flock” the stand which they all claim is the only salvation.
Even in the mind of the dumbest of the dumb, some questions should have been raised about such a change.
But NO.
The talk is all about the summer season, the 1.5 million tourists scheduled to come (ex-pats included), and the dollars Lebanon will reap.
In the US one can ;when push comes to shove, claim the 5th; in Lebanon we have a wider choice: Selective memory, fait accompli, no other alternative, lesser of two evils….etc; and most of all “wlek hayda Libnan”!
A million (debatable, remember “zoom I and zoom out?”) took to the streets in 2005 (when demonstrations where deemed illegal) in order to make their voice and aspirations heard. This same crowd FORCED the Syrian army to withdraw with it’s tail up Bashar’s ass. This very same crowd took down Karame’s cabinet.

Where is this crowd now?

Probably still waiting for our ROTTEN political class to dictate their moves, when it suits their own personal purpose/enrichment.

Fellow Lebanese, Jeff Daniels (Dumb and Dumber) has a higher IQ than all of you put together.
You truly deserve to live under the Syrian boot !


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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

For sale !

Cadillac SRX 2004 Model. One owner. Full options. Full service history.


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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Samir Kuntar . The return of the child killer!

Talk about freeing a murderer one year my senior has been hailed by some fellow Lebanese as yet another “Divine Victory”. Yes I am talking about the “hero” Samir Kuntar and his soon to be “shameless” release. Without a doubt our “Divine”/spiritual/ resistance/ leader will take credit for his safe return bombarding us with notions of how Samir was and still is the epitome of Hizbollah’s fight against the Zionist evil. On that ill fated day(and I do pray that it will never come) many of my fellow Lebanese (so called) will beat their chests in stupor in between speech poses delivered by the only patriotic leader (Hassouna that is).
To those FUCKS I would like to point out that Samir was never part of Hizbollah when he and 3 others (Abdel Majid Asslan, Mhanna Salim Al Muayed, Mohammad Al Abras) took it upon themselves to attack NAHARIYA in Israel in an operation they called “Nasser”. This operation was commissioned by the PLF (Palestinian Liberation Front) under the leadership of Abou Abbass (does Achille Lauro ring a bell to any one?).
After having killed a policeman who came across their way (that might be justified by some as part of a military operation) they split in two groups and the Hero to be, entered the apartment of the “Zionist” Dany Haran with intent to kill. The “soon to be hailed hero” took Dany and his daughter Einat (mother “Smadar”, other daughter “Yael” and a neighbor managed to hide) to the beach (and not for a picnic I can assure you). The “would be hero” shot Dany a close range and drowned him in the sea (to make sure he was dead, after all he is a thorough person) in front of his daughter (4 years of age, may I remind you), and then turned his rage (sorry Divine mission) against the child. He then started bashing her head with the butt of his riffle, and when need be using rocks to finish her off. This “so called hero” did not flinch.

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The other tragedy is that while hiding, the mother (Smadar) in an attempt to muffle the sounds and moans of her 2 years old daughter (Yael) had suffocated her own child.
To cut a long story short, the only survivors of this “heroic adventures” (from the LEBANESE side) were Kuntar and his fellow “1/2 hero” Ahmad Al Abrass, who was later freed by Israel in the Ahmad Jibril prisoner exchange of May 1985.
Attempts were made by the PLF to free Kuntar when they hijacked the Achille Lauro where a wheel chair bound “Zionist” (Leon Klinghoffer) was murdered with no avail.
“The LEBANESE hero” Samir has admitted the murder of Dany and, yes wait for it, Einat; and was sentenced to spent the rest of his life in jail. Some “Zionists” even asked for the death penalty to be reinstated in this case.
Rumor has it that “Kuntar”, the Hezb newfound hero, will be released by the end of the month in exchange for the 2 (Goldwasser and Regev) DEAD soldiers that our Divine protector (Hasouna that is) took in 2006 causing the destruction of MY country.
How can any HUMAN rejoice and embrace the return of a cold blooded criminal and give him a hero’s welcome?
If ever Kuntar will be freed and delivered to the Lebanese (not the Hizb) authority, he should be tied for having killed an innocent child, and such a crime in Lebanon (the one I know) holds the death penalty.
To those who will rejoice for the return of such an evil incarnate, I say TFEH!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Will history come back to bite ME in the ass?

‘’Le désespoir de la jeunesse ‘’ was the title of a text posted on one of the blogs I frequent daily. The previous one on the same blog was labeled 1966, and both texts had touched a sensitive nerve. Little did I know that my son on his weekly visit will unintentionally add fuel to the fire!
When the war started I had just turned 12, and was in the process of discovering the effects of what is recognized as the weaker sex (for those who are foreign to this notion, women that is). I was infatuated with a classmate called Michelle H (blonde with green eyes) I spent most of my allowance buying her candy and chewing gum from “Cubitus” (the snack opposite the Lycee), and trying to let her allow me to walk her back home (Badaro) after school. Notes were exchanged in class during lectures, some were intercepted by teachers and I had to suffer the consequences for my actions.
Yesterday, when my son came over; he brought with him (In his jeans pocket) a note he received from a girl in his class in which she is declaring her love to him.

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My son is about to turn 12; this brought back memories. Lebanon’s history has a knack of repeating itself, and this when I started to get worried. Memories came rushing in, memories of my first infatuation and what followed. 15 years of civil war, demarcation lines, unfounded prejudices, death, destruction, fanaticism, and most of all a lost childhood.

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Yesterday I could not sleep. I started remembering how it all began and how I was catapulted into this cesspool of hatred, all that I have lost, and what I had to go through (and inflict onto others) before I came to my senses.
My son will turn 12 in October, I turned 12 a month before all hell broke loose; I hope and pray that Tarek (my son) will not have to make the same mistakes that I did for all the wrong reasons.
But then again this is Lebanon, and in this land of ours, history always comes back to bite you in the ass.
I will not sit idle and let my son go through the hell I have lived; the hell I am still trying to come to terms with. But I will not teach my son to turn the other cheek. I just pray and hope that Tarek will have the worries of any typical teenager, nothing more, nothing less!

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Friday, June 06, 2008

Lebanese Latin Lovers

The place for adepts of Latin music and Argentinian food.

The Pub

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The Restaurant

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The address

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Enjoy !

Thursday, June 05, 2008

A window into Lebanon

A friend I hold dear came back to her homeland in 2004, after having spent most of her adult life confined within the walls of “compounds”, in a one of the most restrictive countries. Filled with promises of a better life and a long earned freedom; she found herself facing a crude reality of what Lebanon truly is.
Her mother country fell short, not only with regards to her expectations and memories; but for the bleak future it had to offer to her offspring.
A citizen, a mother, a believer in self fulfillment; she sought the light at the end of the tunnel, making excuses and trying to adapt.
The task was too hard and heavy, and her road too winding and dark.
So she bit her lip and made do with the new cards that were dealt to her. “Elle a retroussé ses manches” and made do with what was on board.
Her only wish was not to regret the day where she traded the safety of her golden jail against an uncertain future for her children.
The above could not begin to describe what most of the Lebanese ex-pat feel when encountered with the harsh reality of Lebanese living. In order to make myself a tiny bit clearer, below are a few painting this friend made.

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For more of her work click here

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Searching for a small pocket of love , away from politics!

Une île, entre le ciel et l'eau
Une île sans hommes ni bateaux
Inculte, un peu comme une insulte
Sauvage, sans espoir de voyage
Une île, une île, entre le ciel et l'eau

Ce serait là, face à la mer immense
Là, sans espoir d'esperance
Tout seul face à ma destinée
Plus seul qu'au cœur d'une forêt
Ce serait là, dans ma propre défaite
Tout seul sans espoir de conquête
Que je saurai enfin pourquoi
Je t'ai quittée, moi qui n'aime que toi


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Une île, comme une cible d'or
Tranquille, comme un enfant qui dort
Fidèle, à en mourir pour elle
Cruelle, à force d'être belle
Une île, une île, comme un enfant qui dort

Ce serait là, face à la mer immense
Là, pour venger mes vengeances
Tout seul avec mes souvenirs
Tout seul qu'au moment de mourir
Ce serait là, au cœur de Sainte-Hélène
Sans joie sans amour et sans haine
Que je saurai enfin pourquoi
Je t'ai quittée, moi qui n'aime que toi


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Une île, entre le ciel et l'eau
Une île sans hommes ni bateaux
Inculte, un peu comme une insulte
Sauvage, sans espoir de voyage
Une île, cette île, mon île, c'est toi.


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