A cloud of smoke, dust, and death still fills the sky of Beirut. 200 have been murdered and hundreds more maimed by Olmert’s killing machine. A lot of the villages in the south are running out of food and water. Israeli planes order those villagers to evacuate within an hour yet they shoot anything that moves. Who’s the terrorist again?
Guess what though. The Lebanese are more determined, more united, and more defiant than ever. My sister, who wept uncontrollably the first night, now sleeps through the blasts even though they are getting louder and more frequent. We persevere.
I was watching highlights of La Fiesta de San Fermin. You have a 600 Kilogram Mad Bull taking on a 75 Kg Fighter. The animal comes out strutting his force running full speed across the ring. The animal attacks brutally anything that moves in front of it. The animal huffs and puffs. The crowd just watches and cheers. Some cheer on the animal, others cheer on the human. Then the animal is pinched. A little pinch that won’t bring down this massive creature. It does hurt though and a hurt bull becomes angrier, madder. The animal charges with more vengeance this time. An impressive massive force charging towards skinny clowns whose balls are hanging out. The bull is poked a couple of more times. More pain means more madness. The animal now charges thinking it’s going for the kill. 600 Kilograms of fury charging towards a target. The target is hit, no kill though. There was nothing there. The animal tries again, again no kill. Angry madness turns into Frustration. A frustrated animal charges, but it’s running out of steam. The animal gets dizzy. The fighter grabs the bull by the horns. The bull is humiliated. The bull doesn’t stop though. It doesn’t think, it just attacks.
In the end the animal always dies and is dragged out in complete humiliation.
Lebanon doesn’t die.