So not only are we tarnished by staying at home without provisions, because we are the only country in the world to have locked out food stores; without money, because the banks use it to splash around in it and rebuild their health;
without mobility due to a constantly renewed curfew, because a government of ignares had decided to let go of the bridle during the holidays… In addition, the moods of the squeals of power and ‘opposition, who continue to castrate themselves by giving themselves a spectacle at deserted wickets, and who to ward off these times of scarcity place their aneries under the sign of abundance. A genetically mummified political class, with dentures vibrating to the beat of public vociferations. In short, a real retirement home. Worse, the Museum of Man!
May the Republic meditate and be silent: a new experiment is underway and orphan neurons are fueled at full speed. Basically, the bickering of the last two weeks opposes the Amer Michel 1er du Château to the Futuroscope designated with the finger but ordered to obey the eye. When you look at it, the two grandfathers are determined, just to have the last word, to fuck each other and eat each other to the last hungry Lebanese.
Is there a solution then? No need to phosphorate, there isn’t any… So what are our two friends doing, each sealed in their own bubble?
They make up phrases that no one understands and that won’t eat bread, like: “Only unified criteria will allow you to see the end of the tunnel”; “Lebanon can only fly with its two wings”; “Neither winner nor loser …”. Except that the neuneus who still believe in it have never been informed of the exact length of the tunnel in order to see the end of it, that the trick of the two wings does not explain why in this country of buffoons communities have been massacring each other blithely since. centuries. As for the farce “Neither winner nor loser”, all Lebanese know that the winners are generally heartless and the vanquished well over twenty.
Of course, the camarilla of minions of all stripes preaches at the same time the love of “the other”, without apprehending that in Lebanon there is always a gaggle of “others”, each “other” thinking that he is more “other” than all the others.
So much so that between the barking political gougnafiers, the slipping dollar and a daily life that scratches, the Lebanese art of living has taken a big hit. Here, even the bewildered coronavirus will eventually pull itself into less infected skies.
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So not only are we tarnished by staying at home without provisions, because we are the only country in the world to have locked out food stores; without money, because the banks use it to dabble in it and rebuild their health; without mobility due to an endlessly renewed curfew, because a government of ignorant people had decided to let go …
