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Bad Boy Bubby

I saw a movie early this morning around 4 am on ARTE channel. I am under the impression it is a German film.

Bubby is a 35 year-old big kid with balding head in the front.  Buddy lived confined in a room all these years.  Bubby’s mother Flo played him this game that the air outside is poisonous and deadly.

Thus, Flo wore a gas mask before locking the door as she goes to work for the day; she orders Bubby to “stay still and quiet”.  Bubby would sit still all day long; he is wetting himself until his mother comes back.

Flo would curse Bubby for getting dirty and then she would wash a Bubby totally nude; then Flo would wash herself.  Flo would then make love to Bubby; Buddy is the passive and Flo is always on top.

Flo must have trained well Bubby on the best sex activities that pleased and satisfied her: Bubby would massage slowly Flo’s vast bosom, and Flo would say: “Yes, my gentle and good Bubby.”

Once, Bubby asked his mother how it feels to lacking air and Flo grabbed his neck from behind and shut close Bubby’s nostrils.  Bubby tried suffocating his cat with a plastic wrap and succeeded.  Bubby is now holding and carrying the dead cat wherever he goes. A crucifix is the only pendent in the room and Flo frequently threatens Bubby that God sees everything.

Flo’s lover, (a faked protestant priest with a white collar), shows up after 35 years of absence and this couple resumed where they left off.  Bubby is forgotten and the couple spends most of their days outside getting drunk and having good time.  Bubby is ordered out of the room/apartment, wearing the gas mask, so that the lovers get on with the love business.

The lover teaches Bubby to call him Popy (Daddy).  Bubby is an excellent kid actor: he retains sentences and the correct way to imitate people.  Bubby is getting jealous and wrecks the room.

Bubby asphixiates the two lovers at night with plastic wrap; he carries his dead cat and ventured out for the first time in his life.  Bubby meets juveniles in a sport red car and memorized their curses.

Bubby meets with a choral of religious group chanting outside and he joins them; he is invited for the first time to taste pizza and he loved pizza best.  The youngest female of the choral is mounting Bubby in her apartment and loves Bubby’s passive sex act and she starts singing her favorite chant to Jesus.

Bubby is picked up by a rock band and joins in the singing of “Bad Boy Bubby”:  the band comprehended Bubby’s mental limitations and liked his naive and talented acting potentials.

Bubby cannot help but massaging big tits and gets in serious troubles. Once, the group of females knocks Bubby down and kicks him savagely.  Bubby is in jail and he is raped by the warden before being set free with $10 charge.  Bubby returns home saying: “Now I understand momy why you didn’t want me to know the outside world.”

In the morning, Bubby goes out again wearing his “daddy’s” priest garment along with the white collar: Bubby’s new name is “Popy”.  Bubby enters a cathedral and is awestruck by a huge crucifix. He is listening to a rich guy playing the organ alone; the man invites Bubby to his modern and extra clean factory and tell Bubby that God does not exist, that this world cannot be saved but by men… All it takes is that men take on their responsibilities and avoid finding a scapegoat in God for excuses of their bad behaviors.

Buddy gets friendly with a small alley cat and goes out to fetch pizza for the cat.  Bubby meets with the rock band and takes center stage singing everything he had memorized.  The band writes to Buddy their address since Buddy insists on leaving in order to feed and sleep with the kitten.  Bubby chase away a bunch of juvenile delinquents harassing his kitten; the cat is found dead and Bubby is carrying it around.

Assistants to handicapped people meet Bubby holding a dead cat in a public garden; Bubby the kid can understand the handicapped individuals and he is taken to aid communicating with the handicapped people.

Bubby falls in love with the heavy bosomed assistant Angela and the love is returned; Angela washes Bubby and shows him her big tits. Angela stumbles on the address piece of paper of the rock band.  Angela takes Bubby to the band and watches Buddy’s shows and mingles with the audience going crazy with Bubby’s antics.

Bubby is now the leading man of the band since he is the generator of the large audience.  The band has a surprise to Bubby:  two gorgeous blondes are hiding completely nude under the cover of a bed waiting for Bubby. Bubby is not interested with their medium size tits:  they are too small for his desire.

Angela lets Bubby meet her parents for lunch; Angela’s folks belittle their daughter as fat on the ground that “God abhors fat girl.”  Angela cries and Bubby is upset.

That night, Angela’s parents are found dead suffocated with plastic wrap.  Angela is saying to Bubby: “Anyway, they would have died of cancer or poisoned air.”   One of the rock band member makes Bubby promise never to kill again since every religion killed millions in order to have their God up another God: Gods that are fundamentally the same unique God.

Angela is pregnant with a child and Bubby is playing with his kid in the garden: a big kid playing with his kid.  Bubby is happy and totally at peace with his new world.

Port of your blue sea eyes

Blue sea eyes; 

On the deck of your blue eyes rain

Audible vibrating lights.

On the port of your blue eyes

From a tiny open window

A view

Of faraway birds swarming,

Searching for yet undiscovered islands.

On the deck of your blue eyes

Summer snow is falling.

I am a kid jumping over rocks

Deeply inhaling the sea wind

And then returns a weary bird.

On the port of your blue eyes

I dream of oceans and navigation.

If I were a seafarer

If anyone lent me a boat

I would surely ease up my boat closer

To your blue sea eyes

Every sundown.

Note 1: An abridged free translation from Arabic of the famous late Syrian poet Nizar Kabbani.

 

The day before the municipal election in northern Lebanon two brothers were shot dead by a member of a Maronite political party that retained its civil war period name of “Lebanese Forces” headed by Sameer Geaja3.  A spree of public condemnations by several party leaders alluded to a resurgence of  the “spirit of militia”, transmitted and disseminated among  the members of the Lebanese Forces, after their leader Geaja3 was released from prison in 2005.   It might not be simple coincidences that political assassinations and civil war vandettas increased after the return of Geaja3 to the political scene; actually, Geaja3 made it a point of honor of warning about coming assassinations few days before they occurred.

Sameer Geaja3 was convicted of masterminding the assassinations of many political officials and a Prime Minister during and after the end of the civil war; he spent 13 years in a military prison and was politically released for one main reasons:  After the Syrian troops vacated Lebanon in 2005, General Michel Aoun who was a political refugee in France returned to Lebanon; his party the “Tayyar Hurr” swept the Christian votes in the Parliamentary election.  It is to be noted that this victory came about without the need for any alliance with other political parties; almost all political parties coalesced to tarnish Aoun image and initiated an AounPhobia culture.  Thus, the sectarian political structure in Lebanon decided to find a political counter weight among the Christians to the leadership of Michel Aoun:  Geaja3 was promptly set free.

The civil war ended but the spirit of militias remained intact; all the militias kept many of their weapons hidden.  The militia leaders were returned to the government in order “to give peace a chance”.  Apparently, Sameer Geaja3 got the impression from the US administration that a civil war was a strong possibility in order to tame the power of Hezbollah; it is the Saddam Hussein mentality or syndrom of hearing what pleased his plans and inclinations.  But first, Israel was to take a serious shot at Hezbollah and it failed in 2006.  The US administration of Bush Junior tried one more time to distabilize Hezbollah in 2008 and again failed:  Hezbollah counter attaqued vigourously and close all Israeli bunkers in Beirut and the Mustakbal para-military centers of Seniora PM in Beirut under the names of “Security Private Guard” offices.

The “spirit of militia” of the Druze leader Waleed Jumblat was contained practically in 2008 and then politically in 2010 by officially visiting Damascus. The “spirit of militia” of Nabeeh Berry (head of the Parliament) was also contained practically by Hezbollah and politically by Syria.  Only the “spirit of militia” of Sameer Geaja3 was still to be controlled and the time has come.

This government of “national union” of all the main parties was not possible without the tacit agreement of the US.  It means that the US wants a diplomatic and political resolution of the Middle East crisis.  Consequently, Lebanon was not to be the scapegoat or the excuse for any further distabilization in the region where all regional powers use Lebanon to sending “messages” of disagreements to stability plans in the region.

Dozing over her schoolbook

You are snoozing on my arm darling

A kid dozing over her schoolbook.

My arm is no longer mine darling

It is an extension of your flesh, nerves, and warm heart;

It is part of your sorrows, wet eyelids, and soft breath.

Do you remember how often you threw snowballs at me

Then come rushing to cuddle in my arms for warmth?

You are no longer an extension of my arm darling

Your love is deeply sculpted by knife in my nerves.

You came close and asked for my autograph;

You almost begged for a single line of poetry.

“A poem I could hide in my black long hair”, you said;

“And let it rest like a baby, over my soft pillow”.

I know, my lovely warm and shiny springtime,

I know that the poems of my youth

Painted beauty in every beautiful girl

And it did blossom inanimate bosoms.

I know, the poems of my youth set afire stars,

Ruined kingdoms and marriages.

It is my hot heart that was behind my hands, ink, and papers.

This heart has retreated behind cigarette smokes.

Tis no time to be fooled my shiny springtime.

What you see is an empty temple

In front of you stands a cold, icy crumbling column.

The poems that set your heart on fire are yours.

Melt them in your heart

Get wild, go wild and set fires

Burn, burn this drying world.

A new fresh dawn must arise with every generation.

Note: Two abridged poems combined in one from the late Syrian poet Nizar Kabbani

My Sunny Levant 

(Rainbow over the Levant)

Antonios (1346-1381)

Chapter 1: Genesis of family from the Metn district

After his wedding, the minor landlord Youssef Fares spread the word that his first born boy would be named Antoun.

His wife Jamila was a proud and steadfast person and made her young husband promise to expand their one large-room home to include a private bedroom with door by the time she gives birth to a child. Jamila also wished not to have to step outside for bodily needs and washing, as was common, because she had a deep sense of privacy and propriety.

The stone house was a tad larger than the neighbors’, but resembled them by the lack of modern amenities. At night, bedding were removed from a special drawer to replace the cushions that spread around the room.  The tiny kitchen was located on the north-west corner.

Eleven months later, Jamila gave birth to Latifa, a girl.  It was too early for Youssef to despair and his immediate second attempt produced Youmna, a girl, thirteen months later.

Within fifteen days of Youmna’s birth, Youssef went ahead with his project for a large family and was stopped dead in his track.   The strong headed and shrewd Jamila sent him packing to the fields to work harder and give priority to feeding his growing family.

A year went by and Youssef’s male friends and relatives smirked at him and nicknamed his eldest daughter Antouneyeh which precipitated Youssef in a state of isolation, shunning friends and acquaintances.

Jamila sensed that business was deteriorating and the atmosphere in the house darkening and so she decided to give the nod for Youssef to resume his cherished project of producing a boy and crossed her fingers that destiny would turn more clement: Jamila did not believe in large families and mocked the traditional economic viability that feeding more mouths is the panacea for riches and life’s security in advanced age.

Jamila hired a helper to salvage the energies of Youssef and economized in everything except on substantial breakfasts and suppers, understanding that destiny had to be catered to if enterprises had to be successful.

Jamila would boil water in cold weather to warm Youssef’s feet after a day’s work and rub his back and shoulders with a warm wet cloth; everything had to contribute to begetting a healthy boy who should be called Antoun.

Youssef Fares was a wreck when his wife was pregnant for the third time and could no longer appreciate the jokes of his close friends, attributing the successive birth of females to his weak virility and the dominance of his wife in family affairs. The whole community knew that Youssef wanted to call his first-born son Antoun and so he was nicknamed Bou Antoun (father of Antoun) immediately after his marriage.

Youssef had driven Jamila to the walls in the last nine months, ordering her to pray more rosaries than needed, spending plenty of money on religious donations and making her submit to all kinds of traditional requests that would guarantee giving birth to a baby boy this time around.

In 1346, the big three kilograms baby Antoun showed up in his entire splendor.  Many exhaled a deep sight of relief, especially Latifa his eldest sister.  Jamila was drained from every ounce of energy and experienced a period of baby blues that lasted two weeks; she directed Youssef not to receive visitors while she was sick and to delay any major celebration until she could be ready to participate fully in the baptismal ceremony.

For the first time, scared to see his strong wife in such a state of depression and weakness, Youssef reluctantly postponed the grand celebration and sent word to the neighbors to temporarily guard his house from well wishers until Jamila was up to the task of honoring guests.

Jamila tried to breast feed big baby Antoun for two days and gave up this arduous and ineffectual endeavor, so that Youssef had to find surrogate mothers for the frequently and ever so hungry Antoun.

The house allowed only breast-feeding females to enter in the first week and then Bou Antoun had to carry his new-born son to different houses, at least four times a day, and suffer accidents and the humiliating caprices of little Antoun until a permanent deal to breast feed the gluttonous Antoun was arranged.

One night, Youssef confided to his wife his apprehensions about the baby boy; it seems that while he was carrying his boy to a feeding mother the baby constantly tried to rummage through his chest, proving that he was unable to be discriminating in a hungry state.  Youssef failed on the spot to describe his own embarrassment, but when he realized the purpose of baby Antoun,  in a weak moment, he revealed to Jamila that he felt his neck independent of his body, his head revolving in all directions for signs of any witness to Antoun’s behavior, his face scarlet hot with shame.

These two weeks of personal tending to his baby son’s needs proved a wealth of direct attachment and close bonding that not many fathers experience in their life time.

Bou Antoun threw a grandiose banquet for the occasion of baptizing his son and he entertained his audience as the supreme king sneering at his friends and threatening them for dire consequences if any of them dared any worn out jokes about virility and lack of authority.

During the festivity, Bou Antoun would dart flaming glances at Jamila and the only responses received from her steel cold eyes he correctly interpreted as saying: “Forget it.  Wipe it out of your mind.  You got what you wanted and do not expect any further special attentions.  Just sit tight and wait if and when I give any new signals.”

Youssef spent his energy expanding his business and planning for Antoun’s future who grew up comfortable among women; a great deal of self-esteem sharpened his mind under the watchful eyes of his strong spirited and hard-working mother.  Antoun was officially weaned within 18 months but he knew his surrogate mothers and felt at home attempting to breast feeding from anyone he was familiar with.

The next four years opened many neighbors’ doors to the growing Antoun who used to help himself to double and three portions at each meal when food was being served, his being most welcomed as a member of the family.

Jamila was obliged during the many special occasions to cook extra portions of sweets to be offered as gifts to the multitude of surrogate mothers in order to repay the favors of her neighbors and as compensation for the ravages done to the neighbors’ depleting pantries.

At 8 of age Antoun was sent to a nearby religious school to learn reading and writing in both languages of Arabic and Aramaic, and some elementary arithmetic. He was also introduced to the rudiments of the French language from a learned monk.

In the afternoons, Antoun helped on the family farms and ultimately was responsible for the accounting.  During religious holidays his sisters and he used to memorize whole sections of the Bible and then act scenes to entertain the family and guests assembled before dinner.

Since girls were not to go to any school outside their homes, his eldest sister Latifa would hang out with Antoun and share his school lessons on pretence of keeping an eye on his scheduled school assignments.

One day, Latifa overheard a disgruntled man cursing saint Anthony because he donated some money for the Saint in order to recover a precious lost object to no avail. Latifa put a twist on the saying and her mom heard her chanting: “Mar Antoun of Mrouj, big thief and far gone senile.”  Latifa was to ask forgiveness on her knees in front of the saint’s statue and wear a male St. Anthony frock for a month.

Is there a strategic defense program in Lebanon?  Yes, there is one and in progress.   You don’t have to take my word for evidence.

In short, the Lebanese army is in charge of security and civil defense in all Lebanon; the army is to take on defensive positions and respond to Israeli guns and repealing any land incursions and sea landings.  The Lebanese resistance forces of Hezbollah is in charge of targeting deep land and marine strategic installations within Israel: Hezbollah’ Secretary General, Hassan Nasr Allah, promised to target Tel Aviv if Beirut is targeted; to target Ben Gurion airport if Beirut airport is targeted; to sink any navy or commercial cargoes heading toward Israel if Israel Navy decides to seal off Lebanon’ sea front.  This is a very pragmatic and efficient strategic plan for several reasons:

First, the Lebanese army lacks war materials and is denied any modern and efficient weapons to strategically check the Zionist army.  Thus, Hezbollah is training and extending short to medium range missiles to the army in order to countering any Israeli pre-emptive war and the massing of troops by the borders.  This strictly defensive job is within the rights of the State of Lebanon: the international community could not lay blame on the Lebanese army to using weapons stocked by Hezbollah to defending the motherland.

Second, Hezbollah has the job of hurting Israel’s economy, commerce, transport, and whatever it takes to slow down any land or sea invasions.  Hezbollah cannot be blamed to counter attacking in kind, given the barbaric war that Israel waged in 2006 by destroying almost all Lebanon’s infrastructure and industrial complexes and polluting our sea shores with oil from destroyed refineries.

Third, this is a pragmatic plan well suited to Lebanon’s intricate political system that would have never agreed on any realistic strategic plan.   It is a plan being ironed out as difficulties and diplomatic troubles wreck the political and social landscape of Lebanon.  There is high level field cooperation between the army and the resistance which is antagonizing many political leaders who would like Lebanon to remain weak and begging foreign interventions to safeguarding its sovereignty.

Fourth, the political discussion around the famous “Table for the strategic defense plan” is an excellent source for open communication among the various parties to extending political cover for field integration and cooperation between the army and the resistance.

This approach to strategic defense could not have been possible without the tacit agreement among Iran, Syria, and  Qatar and their financial and material supports.  The political support of Turkey to Lebanon is a serious diplomatic counter weight to the US total support for Israel.

AounPhobia versus AounIdolatry

Note: I received this e-mail in French and decided to translate it, and re-post it post within context and clarify a few issues.

First, a few clarifications:

General Aoun was ousted as Prime Minister in 1989 by the Syrian forces with a US green light.  Aoun became a political refugee in France till 2005.

As the Syrians troops were getting ready to leave Lebanon in 2005, Aoun was getting ready to return to Lebanon.  France did its best to discourage Aoun to return to Lebanon at the urge and strong pressures from all political parties in Lebanon that felt that Aoun might take center stage with Lebanese anxious of Syria withdrawal.

As Aoun landed he proclaimed: “Now that the Syrian army is out of Lebanon then I no longer has any qualms with Syria”  

All political parties refrained from allying with the Tayyar of Aoun during the Parliamentary election of 2005, both the March 8 and the March 14 alliances, respectively with the US or Syria interference in Lebanon.  And yet, Aoun’s party won hands down the election with a landslide majority of the Christian voters.

Now the e-mail.

“The current principal Lebanese cleavage seems to be between what separate the two political groups: AounPhobia (or March 14 political alliances) versus AounIdolatry (or March 8 alliances).  You are under the impression that we got over the old quarrels between Arabists and Phoenicians origins of the Lebanese; that we got over pro Bush Junior or Bashar Assad of Syria, and that March 8 or 14 alliances are old and insipid tales.

All the fracturing lines are AounDeluvian. You can no longer sit for dinner without AounPhobia group AounLambasts  AounIdolaters.  The evening is thus ruined for the rare AounNeutrals

The worst part is that the actual staunchest AounPhobias were the most AounIdolaters when General Michel Aoun was the designated Prime Minister in 1988 and fighting the Syrian troops in Lebanon as invaders.

AounPhobia people are irremediably AounPsychaitrists: their diagnostics are AounChrist (antichrist), AounMegalomania, and Aounarcisist. AounPhobia people are under AounDepressents and proud to be AountPhobia addicted….”  An Aounxieted citizen

In 2006, before Israel’ pre-preemptive war on Lebanon, Aoun had a rapprochement with Hezbollah that upset all alliances and made the alliances of the majority of Christians with the Moslem Shias an unbeatable political power pressure.

Syria then welcomed Aoun officially as a major State personality for an entire week.

It seems that Syria is trying currently to clip the advances of Aoun’s party by ordering political leaders who sided staunchly with Aoun to desist from total support rhetoric.

For example, the Maronite Suleiman Frangieh of Zogarta, the Druze Erslan of Aley, and Skaf of Zahleh have been showing lukewarm enthusiasm for Aoun during the latest municipal election.

Even Hezbollah, through its alliance with AMAL of Nabih Berry, has been implicitly trying to weaken the Tayyar influence.  Still, the Tayyar of Aoun managed to win big time in both the Parliamentary and municipal elections.


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