Migration

Migration

In view of the many problems I have been facing accessing "blogger", and my lack of technical know how (in order to avoid conspiracy theories), I have moved my pages to wordpress which so far I can access freely.
To those of you still willing to share my ramblings, enclosed are the links.

http://forabetterlebanon.wordpress.com/


http://mywarthroughmusic.wordpress.com/


http://riplebanon.wordpress.com/


Until I find a solution to whatever it is that is forbidding my access to blogger, and in order to keep on rambling; I seek your indulgence and ask you to follow the links above.

Thanking you in advance for your understanding.
Marillionlb

Open Invitation !

Hope

I know, a contradiction !

If dreams are a shadow
Of love, fame and fortune
That adorn the night
Some fade away quickly
And lose all their meaning
In the morning light
Yes some dreams are lifeless
They're light entertainment
Meaning nothing more
But there are dreams holding promise
And pure inspiration worth waiting for

Save me a dream
As perfect as the night is long
Save me a dream
As secure as your arms
A shelter where we both belong
And our love can bring the stars
Even closer than they seem
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream

Some call you crazy
Convinced that you're lazy
If you dream by day
When we re dreaming, we're listening
If somebody's whispering
Who knows what they'll say
Some find a purpose
A sense of direction
In a wandering mind
If ideas are prizes like children of angels
Who knows what we'll find

Save me a dream
As perfect as the night is long
Save me a dream
As secure as your arms
A shelter where we both belong
And our love can bring the stars
Even closer than they seem
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream

Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream

Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream

The day after !

When extremists meet and shake hands what can you expect? Tolerance, Love and forgiveness?
I think not!

Is this what might follow?











Is this a vision of days to come?

I hope not, for all the religions of the book profess Love and forgiveness.

Epitaph

“The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying”.

Latino Cristiano Kheriato !

La parole est a mon fils :

"Moi, il y’a quelques jours, je me plaignais du sort de mon cousin mort a la fleur de l’âge. Derrière ca se cachait d’autres réalités beaucoup plus pénibles que la perte d’un être cher. Un enquiquineur, ou plutôt un diable masqué (Roy du cul), un prétendant qui postule le rôle du prêtre m’a démontré indirectement son autre face machiavélique a la quelle, au début j’ai cru. Guillermo sous ses airs angélique et serein a essayer de me convertir a sa secte diabolique. Entre Fifa 2008 sur PS3, son pouvoir d’hypnose, de conviction et de cette vidéos sur Youtube



Je me suis, pour un moment laisser entrainer. Ce cauchemar que j’ai vécu durant les jours passés, je partage avec vous, car si ce n’était pas pour le courage que j’ai eu d’en discuter avec mon père ; je serais peut être (si pas aujourd’hui) mais dans mon prochain future au Pérou faisant partie d’une secte qui se veut Chrétienne.
Le 5 Juillet j’ai perdu un cousin qui avait une joie de vivre plus intense que la mienne. Son frère par contre (que je connaissait beaucoup moins) n’a pas pu me délivrer le bonheur de le connaitre car il était non seulement distant mais accompagné et chaperonné par Guilermo, le faux Christ en qui il croit."



Tarek Hage

N.B: The video that disturbed Tarek the most (Metropolis Pt 2: Scenes from a Memory - Scene 7.2 - 9) has been taken out from youtube.

A beautiful soul is no longer with us !

Today I have lost a cousin (more like a brother) in his prime. A kid filled with happiness regardless of the bad cards life had dealt him. Alec was always filled with joy and laughter (half blind, mind you)and played rugby from his 1.70m in height. Today Alec has departed, for greener pastures I am sure of that. I am at a loss of words, therefore I will leave it to my 12 year old son to write on my behalf his eulogy.





[J’ai 12 ans et je me nomme Tarek Hage, mieux connu sous le nom de ‘tartiflette’.
Moi j’ai une famille adorable qui me donne tant de belles surprises, et aujourd’hui le 5 Juillet a 10.45 du soir une saloperie a eu lieu et qui va perturbé ma vie. Mon cousin, qui n’a pas atteint la trentaine meurt. Un appel donné par mon grand père à mon père a fait couler des millions de larmes à mon père et moi. ‘Alec est mort’. Cette journée pour moi est pire que le 11 septembre. Une pute nommée la mort nous a écrouler et abattue. Je suis devant ma bière sans alcool entrain de me défouler sur ce sujet qui m’intrigue. Ma petite demande à Dieu, après ma prière, est que toutes les personnes que j’aime restent en bonne santé. J’ai eu des pressentiments comme mon chien Caramel allait mourir, que l’Angleterre n’allait pas réussir à rentrer dans l’Euro.
Moi le petit Tartiflo fils de Marillionlb, je suis un obsèdé de motos et de voitures; mais ma passion a était la cause du mal que je ressens ce soir.

Mon message à Alec est le suivant :

Alec était un garçon Américain aimé de tous. Il reflète la sagesse, la bonté et l’amusement. Ses 2 passions étaient le rugby et la musique (surtout Axel Rose dans le groupe Gun’s & Roses). Je me rappelle de ses blagues marrantes et de ses grosses lunettes qui recouvraient sa tête. Pour moi il restera un enfant éternel, et même si je sais que lá haut il m’entend ; je tenais dans ce texte a vous dire toutes ses qualités.
‘Alec tu nous maques déjà, tout le monde veut te revoir, papa, moi ; et surtout tes parents.
Nous te rejoindrons quand se sera notre tour, car seul Dieu peut décider de notre destin’.
Alec tu nous manques déjà, et on t’aime fort.]

Tarek Hage

And then there were three

In that year (1978) Israel crossed into southern Lebanon on March 15 and struck at PLO terrorist bases and staging areas south of the Litani River, up to ten kilometers deep inside the country. Twenty-one IDF soldiers were killed before the operation ended on March 21, 1978. In this year Genesis released their album entitled “And then there were three” (with Mike Rutherford). Tonight as I was pondering about the imminent release of Lebanese prisoners (live ones that is) within Israeli jails, “ballad of big” was playing in the background on vinyl (Call me old fashioned, I do not care), while sifting through different news agencies. Irony struck. I took a pause and listened to the music, and EUREKA! There are only three (Samir Kuntar, Yehia Skaff, and Ali Faratan). What a coincidence. Call it telepathy, a sign, an omen, a premonition, or even a nightmare; for me it was a wake up call.
Signs and posters are being made and erected in preparation for the release of the NEWLY FOUND resistance hero throughout the south (even though he belonged to a Palestinian faction). Another promise “fulfilled” will be shoved down our throats. Yes with this exchange of prisoners the Hizb will finally justify the July war (“free Samir Kuntar operation), and then what?
1200 dead, billions of dollars in damages is the price us Lebanese had to pay for the freedom of three thugs.
I used to be a proud southerner; I used to be a proud Lebanese; but no longer. I am part of a silent majority with hands shackled and voice muffled; waiting to get shafted up the ass once more.
Those about to be released soon can rot in hell as far as I am concerned, for they were never Lebanese; I long for the day when TRUE Lebanese, held and tortured north of our country (alive or dead, the thousands of them) will receive the welcome those FUCKS are getting, if ever they will return.
Tfeh!

Open invitation !

To those of you who appreciate art and have an inquisitive mind, I invite you to come to “Deco Follies” at the Biel from the 3rd until the 6th of July and visit Zeina Lteif’s stand where you will find a small percentage of her work on display. This emerging artist (who won the “prix signature” in France in 2006 when she first started painting) has a collection of works depicting different facets of her life. Each painting tells a story, from her struggle for freedom, motherhood, Love and anger, to the ailment of her mother land.
I invite all my readers to take the time to visit her stand and shake the hand, in recognition, of a true Lebanese mother who never gave up; and never will.


























To all my readers, I thank you in advance.

The return of Samir Kuntar the child killer!

Talk about freeing a murderer one year my senior has been hailed by some fellow Lebanese as yet another “Divine Victory”. Yes I am talking about the “hero” Samir Kuntar and his soon to be “shameless” release. Without a doubt our “Divine”/spiritual/ resistance/ leader will take credit for his safe return bombarding us with notions of how Samir was and still is the epitome of Hizbollah’s fight against the Zionist evil. On that ill fated day(and I do pray that it will never come) many of my fellow Lebanese (so called) will beat their chests in stupor in between speech poses delivered by the only patriotic leader (Hassouna that is).
To those FUCKS I would like to point out that Samir was never part of Hizbollah when he and 3 others (Abdel Majid Asslan, Mhanna Salim Al Muayed, Mohammad Al Abras) took it upon themselves to attack NAHARIYA in Israel in an operation they called “Nasser”. This operation was commissioned by the PLF (Palestinian Liberation Front) under the leadership of Abou Abbass (does Achille Lauro ring a bell to any one?).
After having killed a policeman who came across their way (that might be justified by some as part of a military operation) they split in two groups and the Hero to be, entered the apartment of the “Zionist” Dany Haran with intent to kill. The “soon to be hailed hero” took Dany and his daughter Einat (mother “Smadar”, other daughter “Yael” and a neighbor managed to hide) to the beach (and not for a picnic I can assure you). The “would be hero” shot Dany a close range and drowned him in the sea (to make sure he was dead, after all he is a thorough person) in front of his daughter (4 years of age, may I remind you), and then turned his rage (sorry Divine mission) against the child. He then started bashing her head with the butt of his riffle, and when need be using rocks to finish her off. This “so called hero” did not flinch.



The other tragedy is that while hiding, the mother (Smadar) in an attempt to muffle the sounds and moans of her 2 years old daughter (Yael) had suffocated her own child.
To cut a long story short, the only survivors of this “heroic adventures” (from the LEBANESE side) were Kuntar and his fellow “1/2 hero” Ahmad Al Abrass, who was later freed by Israel in the Ahmad Jibril prisoner exchange of May 1985.
Attempts were made by the PLF to free Kuntar when they hijacked the Achille Lauro where a wheel chair bound “Zionist” (Leon Klinghoffer) was murdered with no avail.
“The LEBANESE hero” Samir has admitted the murder of Dany and, yes wait for it, Einat; and was sentenced to spent the rest of his life in jail. Some “Zionists” even asked for the death penalty to be reinstated in this case.
Rumor has it that “Kuntar”, the Hezb newfound hero, will be released by the end of the month in exchange for the 2 (Goldwasser and Regev) DEAD soldiers that our Divine protector (Hasouna that is) took in 2006 causing the destruction of MY country.
How can any HUMAN rejoice and embrace the return of a cold blooded criminal and give him a hero’s welcome?
If ever Kuntar will be freed and delivered to the Lebanese (not the Hizb) authority, he should be tied for having killed an innocent child, and such a crime in Lebanon (the one I know) holds the death penalty.
To those who will rejoice for the return of such an evil incarnate, I say TFEH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will history come back and bite me in the ass?

‘’Le désespoir de la jeunesse ‘’ was the title of a text posted on one of the blogs I frequent daily. The previous one on the same blog was labeled 1966, and both texts had touched a sensitive nerve. Little did I know that my son on his weekly visit will unintentionally add fuel to the fire!
When the war started I had just turned 12, and was in the process of discovering the effects of what is recognized as the weaker sex (for those who are foreign to this notion, women that is). I was infatuated with a classmate called Michelle H (blonde with green eyes) I spent most of my allowance buying her candy and chewing gum from “Cubitus” (the snack opposite the Lycee), and trying to let her allow me to walk her back home (Badaro) after school. Notes were exchanged in class during lectures, some were intercepted by teachers and I had to suffer the consequences for my actions.
Yesterday, when my son came over; he brought with him (In his jeans pocket) a note he received from a girl in his class in which she is declaring her love to him.



My son is about to turn 12; this brought back memories. Lebanon’s history has a knack of repeating itself, and this when I started to get worried. Memories came rushing in, memories of my first infatuation and what followed. 15 years of civil war, demarcation lines, unfounded prejudices, death, destruction, fanaticism, and most of all a lost childhood.



Yesterday I could not sleep. I started remembering how it all began and how I was catapulted into this cesspool of hatred, all that I have lost, and what I had to go through (and inflict onto others) before I came to my senses.
My son will turn 12 in October, I turned 12 a month before all hell broke loose; I hope and pray that Tarek (my son) will not have to make the same mistakes that I did for all the wrong reasons.
But then again this is Lebanon, and in this land of ours, history always comes back to bite you in the ass.
I will not sit idle and let my son go through the hell I have lived; the hell I am still trying to come to terms with. But I will not teach my son to turn the other cheek. I just pray and hope that Tarek will have the worries of any typical teenager, nothing more, nothing less!

Lebanese Latin Lovers

The place for adepts of Latin music and Argentinian food.

The Pub



The Restaurant



The address



Enjoy !

Back in time; lessons never learned!

Below is a text I wrote on the 18th of December 2006, in the hope for better days.
In retrospect; this same SHIT still applies.
"Peine perdue", us Lebanese truly deserve the 65 years of " FALSE independence", for we are not worthy of this biblical (yes biblical) land of ours. This land that was created by God (call him Allah,Lord Ja,Jehova,...etc) as a safe heaven for all persecuted people; you tried to claim it your own, and your own only.This land is mentioned in most of the scriptures, and what have you done to it?
Fuck you all, for having tarnished this earthly piece of heaven.

" Stop the hypocrisy. We Lebanese have reached the point of no return. No I am not professing the “Lebanese Forces” old ideology of “Canton”, nor the notion of “Koumat Arabia”. The scars of 15 years of civil war run too deep within our veins. The bigotry is deeply rooted, so is the lack of tolerance. No matter how hard our leaders try to pretend that they have turned the page and made do with their bloody past; we Lebanese cannot forget.
I know I won’t.
I hold no respect for ALL those who stand behind bullet proof glass and spit out speeches engulfing those feeble minded people in a state of false frenzy.
Here I am trying to share my frustration, insanity, anger; whilst sipping my drink and listening to music.
A majority might call me decadent, a fruit of the debauched west; and the rest might label me a long lost hippie who does not fit the cause’s profile.
Some might use religion to prove the evil within me, and how people like me are the root of all evil and what is wrong with our country.
To all those people I hold no ill feelings, I embrace their way of thinking; but I don’t agree with it. I do not agree with the complacency they have shown throughout the years of struggle and strife (and many more to come).
Every single Lebanese has his own fears, that he does not even entertain within his own privacy.
Every single Lebanese is waiting for someone (any idiot will do) to speak his mind and voice his concerns.
Lebanese wake up and smell the cyanide! Your country has been sold short and to the lowest bidder.
What happened to our culture and heritage? Have we truly become nothing but people moved by feudal landlords fighting for a bigger chunk of the so called Lebanese pie? Or have we traded our culture for that of Haifa, Nancy, Star Academy, and a downtown worthy of the Red Light District in Amsterdam?
To those of you who had their adolescence stolen from them in the mid seventies, reminisce and remember how Lebanon was; even during the war. Think about all the sacrifices you made, and those you had to make. Don’t let them go in vain.
Think about the friends, acquaintances who did not make it and those who are still missing; don’t betray the promise you once made to yourselves.
Stand up and reclaim your Lebanese identity!"

N.B: Bashar is coming to see Suleiman (our newly APPOINTED president) next month.
178000 dead and over 18000 missing are pissing on us.




Tfeh!

What they should teach in Lebanese schools !

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door





How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.





How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Thank you Mr. Dylan for your words of wisdom. I just wish that there was more Lebanese kids my son's age (11) who listen to your music.
Maybe then Lebanon will be a better place.

Think twice before asking for sisterly relations with our neighbors from the north.

Below are a few examples of how the current Syrian regime dealt with Lebanon throughout the years.




And those are but a few !

Predicting Lebanon's future.

A person I hold dear to my heart painted this picture a couple of years ago.
Many times did she ask for my help in order to fill in the blank pages of the book, with no avail. Suggestions were made where by a quote from Gibran should be inserted or even Phoenicians calligraphy; we never came to an agreement. Today while updating her web page, in order to promote her art, we came across this old painting of hers.
In retrospect, I can only say that this painting was like a premonition for the uncertainty that plagued my country; from the presidential vacuum to the uncertainty of days to come.
It is now up to us, Lebanese, to fill the empty pages!

A vision of days to come

Lebanon's pimp

Even a prostitute can raise more respect than Lebanon after what I am seeing today.
Mouallem, Mouttaki,Ardogan,Kouchner,....etc the only one missing was Olmert.
Shame on all Lebanese who are today rejoicing, for they and our politicians are responsible for turning Lebanon into a "whore" and not a state.
Am I the only one appalled by the fact that those who occupied us, killed us, stole from us, are greeted by the Iztaz and "those who have won"?. Am I the only one who sees it demeaning for us to have them assist and bless this appointment (sorry election). Am I the only one who is not convinced of Michel Suleiman's patriotism?
Am I the only Lebanese left?

Oh happy day

Oh happy day, such joy and jubilation.
We have won; down town was reclaimed, and all is rosy again.
Marcel Ghanem and guests in a vast array of eye blinding colored neck ties; launched the summer “festival of Lebanese prosperity” (replacing the launching of Lebanon festival which was due to take place on the stairs of Gemayzeh on the 13th of May under the patronage of Sarkiss and Allouch [Fuck them both] ).




Such an ugly display of irrelevance and an uncalled display of jubilation, made me realize how deeply fucked up Lebanon was. The notion of “commerçant par excellence ” was tonight poking me in the eye. Interviews were conducted, and the people spoke (they sang as well)!
To say what? That their main concern was to get by and hope for better days to come? To accept what was imposed (yet again) and use the excuse of “a lesser of two evils”?



To all those “one night revelers”, take heed, for come one day your children will hold you accountable for the path you have carved for them.



TFEH!

Hey there Khadija

People of Lebanon rejoice !!!

The bodies of the 100 dead in the 6 days war have not begun to decompose and the Lebanese are already on the streets rejoicing and decorating the streets with oversized pictures of the soon to be president.
To those I say rejoice now, for it will be short lived. Soon enough you will be (secretly) spitting on those posters you are putting up.
It did not come as a surprise to any Lebanese that the day Syria and Israel become close to constructive peace talks, the Lebanese stalemate was over.
Amazing how Lebanese memory is very selective and short. The Cedar Revolution and those who gave their lives for it have been abandoned.
People of Lebanon TFEH!!!!

Allah yir7ham Lebnan wa yir7ham trabo !

Tfeh 3ala "kilab al Doha"!!!!!!!

Tomorrow Lebanon will witness the begining of Syrian hegemony part II (the revenge). Prepare yourselves my fellow Lebanese for darker days to come.
Hizbullah has guided us through yet another "Divine Vicotry" and M14'rs are still looking for BALLS !

Commiserations to the few Lebanese left.