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 I couldnt believe what i was hearing while listening to this video, but then again i thought this is Aoun and anything is possible with him.

I consider those who fell on the 13th of October as brave men, even though they were following this mad man, but at least they died defending Lebanon in the first place, and were killed in the most brutal way, while their leader was fleeing to France.
What a shame !

I hate to be pessimistic but the situation promises to degenerate at any time and round 2 of the Hezbollah-Israel war could be coming up very soon, but this time it ll be a war against Lebanon and not just Hezbollah since the army is deployed in the South and the government has to abide by a UN resolution 1701 now.

The situation as i see is as follows :

UN resolution 1701 is a diplomatic card giving Israel more political cards than Lebanon.

- Situation in the South is very critical, army is deployed except in few villages still controlled by Israel while Hezbollah is still armed but hiding its weapons which is nonsense. Palestinian camps are still dangerous and some Syrian controlled camps can cause trouble anytime. 

This first point explains why no country wants to join the UNIFIL forces that should be sent to monitor the borders, even our mother country France.

- Second, the Lebanese government is in a very criticial situation, not capable of taking firm decisions.

-Third and this is the most troubling factor, is the political situation in Israel. Israeli government usually goes to war when it is faced with lots of internal problems since war seems to unite Israelies. They had 2 scandales in the past week and Olmart & Halutz r being critisized a lot mainly by Natanyaho their fiercest political opponent, so a second round of war is the only way out of course assuming they achieved some wins on the ground.

What we are facing now is a half time break between the two parties, a break that promises to emerge into a more intense and generalized war.

Lets hope this wont happen, cause it will be a deadly war for Lebanon and this time it ll be the government s fault and we ll lose all international support.

I miss you. I miss you dearly.

I can’t wait until I see you again, I can’t wait until I feel you again.

I can’t wait until I get there to explore you, to learn more about you. For years I have known you and loved you, yet you always manage to surprise me.

I can’t wait to smell the pine trees on your mountains. I can’t wait until I see the cosmopolitan buildings emerging between buildings that simply by looking at them you learn all history.

I can’t wait until I walk down your streets full of old men playing backgammon, and old strong women haggling prices, while young lovers pass by.

I can’t wait to watch a young man picking olives from the field whilst another young man passes in his flashy car.

I can’t wait to see how to mountains meet the sea.

I can’t wait to see your streets full of noise and air pollution.

I can’t wait to see how the clouds aesthetically paints a different picture every hour.

I can’t wait to see your energy and your life.

I simply can’t wait anymore.

Mail from my american cousin who just got to the States.
I thought i share it with you guys.

I can say with clarity that I have a pretty good judge of character. Not just for people, but for all things: plants, animals, rocks, and the nicer-looking ketchup bottles. I typically make a decent evaluation in my head before coming to my once-and-for-all conclusion. Having said that, allow me to expand a bit and state that I could feel dirt and grime start to fuse itself onto my skin as soon as I set foot on Syrian soil.

Yes, Syria. Having no other choice to leave but through there, what else could I do? Now I’m not the biggest fan of these Middle Eastern countries because the people and their governments make them terrible, but surely there must be some redeeming value, right?

Wrong.

Syria, from what I could tell, was just gross. To expand on that point a bit, I’m Lebanese. Now, my country has had the shit beaten out of it for well over 40 years, and it still looks better than Syria. Lebanon, with all its explosions and attacks on the innocent, is still infinitely better-looking than that previously-mentioned shithole. Syria has no grass to speak of and the stench can practically be seen in the air.

Where I was stopped until declared “approved” to get to my next stop from Syria, I was met with resistance. The guards/army men/fucking idiots who run the major Syrian checkpoint were initially very much so against letting me through their checkpoint/border/wherever-the-fuck-I-was and loved to harass me every step of the way. The only reason I’m in America writing this article today is because those sleazy bastards wanted a bribe, which they got.

Aside from their picture-perfect example of the wonderful Syrian law-enforcers, there’s also the country itself. I tapped on it a little bit, but let’s go further in depth. You’d think that professional institutions would be a bit refined. Dignified, even. But that’s not the case with this place (hey, I rhymed!). Upon arriving at the airport, the country’s lack of care showed in even the simplest of things. Take toilets, for example. We all know toilets as a circular bowl that you sit on and do your business. What was I met with in Syria? A hole in the ground. Read that again. If I wanted to take a shit, I would have to collect three or four tissues from a woman sitting on front of the bathrooms, go inside a stall, squat over a toilet, and lose all self-respect.

When asked what the hell was going on with the toilets and the handing out of toilet paper, the woman sadly responded that the country was going to shit and there was nothing they could do about it. Even with all the crap that Lebanon’s been through, it is still infinitely better-looking than the giant toilet-bowl (or hole in the ground, as it were).

I thankfully got the hell out of there as quickly as time would allow, which was only a few hours. As soon as I got to my next destination, I took a ten-hour shower just to get rid of the smell that Syria’s air had inflicted on me.

In short, you wouldn’t jump in a mud puddle in your new expensive shoes. Liken the shoes to you and the mud puddle to Syria. Enough said.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair