جنس عاطل *
* (Bad Seed)
_Walid Bey Jumblatt. 2009.
is in the state of his joints that can detect the warning signs of ultimate physical decline, while in the secret intimacy of its joints, ankylosis benign but still have chronic testifies the irreversible creep time, and the inevitable approach of the last act of the empty charade. Also unsuccessful were
my thoughts (thinking ... what occupation absurd!), sitting in front of the blue from Ain el-Mraisseh locality on that wicked bench where I had once so deluded, early this month of March already carting its fragrance, the beginnings of a new deadly summer.
Think what that would want, but the ugly unpolished wildlife that flashes before my eyes indifferent with his horrible brats who shamelessly sacked or detained flora costly and inappropriate with which Le Nôtre the''culture of life''had finished depreciate the ledge of my youth (to the detriment of a country remains wildly frustrated) me totally foreign, even hostile.
For Lebanon it is before anything truly brave people under developed, and all those good people with whom I have the uncultivated unspeakable misfortune to share the land and identity.
Their political and religious convictions, their civic and urban designs, trends, cultural, artistic preferences, culinary and clothing, their logic, their morality, and even the way they copulate in the secret recesses of their sordid me unfortunately open book.
And now they bray their misery, like the donkeys they are, their panic and squeaky, like piglets that we took him to the slaughterhouse, because their cortex remained shielded impermeable elementary theorem that he who agrees to be bought soon expect to find themselves sold or sacrificed in times of large liquidations.
yet they would not like them to drink whey when the deputy secretary general (and Mikhail Kalinin) of the party of Allah, graces us with his eloquence refined, as in this recent television appearance here are some excerpts:
"... We are committed to the municipal elections based on majority rule, and remain intransigent in their place without delay or postponement in their deadline set by the ... constitution / ... but would nevertheless willing to consider returning to CANCELLATIONS elections later if the other parties see fit, even the revision of the entire law if necessary ... / ... finally, the system will be adopted for these elections and their place or not, we are perfectly equal, as part of any solution regarding this matter, the Hizb has absolutely nothing to gain and nothing to lose ... "
_ Damn that's well said! But ultimately what is it?
_ Walaw ! This is the dialectic Divine Ya Hmar.
However, it is among Lebanese Christians (these chretins ''''...) that the absurd turns tragic.
defeated, undermined and fallen, we find them now reduced to two sordid irreconcilable factions, each operating on its side as a''foreign legion''serving two major Islamic sects in Lebanon antagonists.
sad fate for those who made up one day, the flower of Levantine progressivism, and remain the only Christians in the region to enjoy in their homeland, their right to full citizenship.
Who today amid the general alienation, exclude the possibility of triggering a '' night of long knives ''within the enclave Christian (Christians have a long tradition), which happen at a time chosen (by others), and which would aim to rectify the principal balance of power established on the local scene since the previous May 7, 2008?
Sitting at the edge of this strange city erected on the ruins of another which I hardly remember most, and a relatively recent survey of Paris Match designated as the capital of the ugliest Mediterranean basin, I meditated before the blue vastness of the futility of the issues I'm the annoying habit of masturbating in the meninges, and who will be asked if Leo Tolstoy deserves the title of the greatest writer of all time, or the unfinished business in the Ninth was something much desired by the great Ludwig or not, to the degree of Kierkegaard's influence on the work of Ingmar Bergman, as well as other crap in the same vein, so I KNOW there is the slightest hope for any improvement, any change or any reform of any kind it is, this piece of wasteland which are wrongly called: Country.
And that my reality will be forever and ever governed by Sayyed, Sheikh, Bey, the Istiz, General, the Carabin and their ilk.
Past, Present and Future.
not forget His Holiness, and even those bigger than him, which begs forgiveness now universal for a long time, ignored the countless distractions''committed''(probably by an excess of zeal) in the ranks of his pious troops, who have interpreted it seems so very controversial, the sacred words of the Supreme Grand Master:'' ... Let me come to little children. ''
Ibrahim TYAN.
** ''J'irai cracher sur vos tombes''
Boris VIAN, 1946.
