Funny country, funny custom, masses gather around an orator, hanging from her lips, accepting without questioning or doubts his speech, his worldview, as if he had a truth unknown to all as if he was capable of thinking for thousands of people responsible for their lives, their destiny, their happiness. I do not know
Therefore, I always had the suspicion of crowds, slogans recited in unison, the crowd compact in which only the account number, the crowd reacts like a single person, where the individual is nothing without those around just a unit of all, just an echo of the thought of a charismatic leader who will follow whatever says, although he does that will be acclaimed.
absence of true democracy, gatherings of this kind will follow in Lebanon, 14 February, 8 March, 14 March, 22 September, our politicians seeking legitimacy in the street, legitimacy against something, never for build, always assert themselves, these adversaries who share the same land, the same fate, same wars but we do not tolerate, who is accused of treason and corruption.
No dialogue, no debate, no projects, events and time again, the logic of war, we must spread its power in these referendums live, raise those flags sometimes red, sometimes white, sometimes yellow, sometimes orange . Colors will never take as much importance in the political life of a country, never has been marketing ideological proportions, image display shock launch the catchy slogan to excite this fiber partisan buried somewhere in all of us, those phrases that give goose bumps, these tirades that more drunk by the intelligence of their dresses, that the ideas they convey empty .
If at least there was no hypocrisy! We break the ears with national unity, patriotism, nationalism, solidarity, then for each faction is hiding in his region, with its people, its community, its rites, its feudal leaders, its own policy. One day the southern suburbs, the other Harissa, when we finish with these noisy cars, which run the streets, not knowing where to go, in which dozens of people crammed with their emblems, their photos, their extremist ideologies sometimes nausea ... I saw them pass before me, this feeling almost nihilistic nonsense that there is nothing makes sense, despite their difference and hatred of each other, I am unable to recognize which side they belong, the motivations that drive them to defend the same impetus to the group a common thought, if not totally retrograde at least inapplicable.
I sometimes nausea, I can not help it, it's physical ...
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