“The Stubborn People”
We Lebanese are a “stubborn bunch”, as Fairouz famously sang in what is our Real National Anthem, the one song that unites us… In times like this, when most are united with such a single purpose,
And even if the army were to stop, the civilian population will not, as many were seen taking arms up and backing the troops. Many among us hope that this could well be the turnaround the country so badly needs, and that, pace Nasrallah and his retinue of useful idiots, we will see the government finally taking charge of things, as governments should.
And this is a situation worth making money from; in a shameless act of self-promotion, 3M of
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Cupidity lives on… There is hope for the Lebanese economy, after all. I can’t wait for an SMS from the Armantov Corporation. I feel I can use their product right now; many of us may need to upgrade some of our equipment...
And we 've been postponing this decision for far too long... If this drags on, foreign donations will have to be accepted, I am afraid...
Before we get all patriotic, a note of caution... Life in
As I gather more elements, ponder this tale from a wise man, about a Chinese Farmer. Interestingly, all parables discussing wisdom tend to involve either Chinese people, or stoic farmers.
This has both, so it must dispel real wisdom. Bear with me; read on, and pause that TV for a while after you’re done…
An old Chinese farmer had a horse. One day the horse ran away. The villagers said: “How bad, what will you do now? This is such bad luck!”
The farmer replied "Maybe".
Two days later the horse came back. It brought back two wild horses with it. The villagers said: “You are a lucky man!”
The farmer replied, “Maybe”.
A week later his only son was training one of the wild horses. The horse kicked the son off, breaking both his legs. The son was bedridden, unable to help the old man work the fields. The villagers said: "What bad fortune. How terrible, is this bad luck or what?"
The old farmer replied: "Maybe".
Two weeks passed. As the son was still bedridden nursing his broken legs, The emperor's soldiers arrived. They were recruiting young men for the war, and took all the young men in the village with them. The old man's son stayed behind. The villagers said to the old man: "You are a very lucky person; is this not so?"
The old man replied: "Maybe".