Let there be War
I've entirely had it with the ever so inspiring 'Say No To War' and similar adages, those which magically start popping out every single time sectarian reality strikes, completely out of the blue it seems, pushed forth by tragic mystery assassinations, unresolvable constitutional crises, or a little bit of both with a berry on top. Having so far taken a tad more than I can hold, let me try and put it in plain english to the six or seven lost souls who are unfortunate enough to read this blog.
One. If the people, the lebanese people, want war, then by golly let there be war. If they cannot peacefully resolve whatever differences they have in order to live in peace on the land that brought them together, then a big juicy double-decker war is what they deserve.
Two. If the so-called leaders of this country want war, and their followers and sympathizers don't have the guts, the common sense, or the imagination to dissent and stop them in their tracks, then war is not only what they deserve, but by far the best they can hope for.
Three. If the forces that be, the meddling hands that deal the cards and call the shots, want war, for the fulfillment of a master plan beyond the modest limits of our comprehension, if the so-called leaders of this country play gleefully along to fill their pockets and keep safe their necks, and we, the people, the proud and free people of Lebanon, don't churn the very soil that carries them and bury them alive, whoever they are, then ours is the fate of rats and cockroaches in the sweet and blossoming sewers of Baabda's presidential palace. And even the most abject of wars would not want to have anything to do with us, and we would understand why. We, salt of the earth, would just bathe in our brown glory and watch the wonderfully free world from underneath, through the butt holes of Lahoud, Aoun, Nasrallah, Geagea, Jumblatt, Bush, Assad, and Ahmadinejad.
Civil wars are not born out of boredom, nor are they the work of two duds with guns acting on a whim. If after as many years of suffering and death, we still need to cry foul, and beg for there not to be a war, then we are fooling none but ourselves. Let there be war if there has to be one, let there be war, and let the country again be as crushed and tainted red as it needs to be for all the dust of hatred to settle, and maybe for a new people to be born.