Fill the Dumpsters

I don't know about you but, to me, these sukleen dumpsters are just way WAY too clean when so much garbage is festering on velvet chairs in governments, parliaments, and presidential palaces, and so much dross is swarming in the name of Unions and Democracies the streets of this desolate town.

Beirut forgive me, but I don't know if, with more of these odious visions and sounds, I still can miss your once incredible people and crave your still vivid living walls.

Several earthquakes over the past few thousand years, and several times Beirut was wiped off the map. Last time was in 551 AD, fifteen hundred years ago. Today, looking at this disgustingly ongoing masquerade, as much as it tears me apart, I can't help but wonder if the time hasn't come for a new earthquake, one to purge this rotten slice of heaven out of its miserable present existence, and give it a small but real chance to start off a fresh beginning.

And as much as I hate to be dark and bitter, sometimes, when there's just shit in the glass, it really doesn't matter anymore if it's half-empty or half-full.