Memories for the years to come

I said I was going to be silent for a while, and I will be, but whatever is happening now in Lebanon has my tongue twisting, my throat itching, and my fingers fidgeting with words.

Can somebody tell me how did this stubborn, bellicose, ill-advised, dithering, uncommited to anything but to himself megalomaniac manage to sweep the elections? Well, let me tell you how...

My grandmother used to always say "proverbs, ya teta, never lie". You were right teta, they don't. "kama takounou youwalla alaykom". By the likes of you, you shall be ruled.

How true.

We democratically voted democracy out. We proved yet again that we practice the cult of the individual not the ideology nor the nation and that the ill blood of feudalism and principality still runs plenty through our veins.

We freely and democratically chose an emperor with a 'mirror mirror on the wall', a comical political agenda at best, an amazing ability to switch camps in the blink of an eye, and the most disturbing case of Napoleon/De Gaulle/God complex I have ever seen.

But hey, that's what we need, an independent leader with the courage to speak without thinking, act without thinking, and guide all of us, smiling lemmings, to the edge of the cliff, right?

Right.

So let us all welcome our new favorite commander, with arms wide open and legs spread out, flat on our bellies, and let's earnestly gather lots of memories about democracy and freedom, so we can tell our unborn children and grandchildren stories about ourselves and our wonderful democratically chosen leaders, in those wonderful, peaceful, oh so eagerly awaited years to come...