General Fasteners a swaggering
It is one of those who seek aggressive all that exists of exist. It is his nature, some will say. Maybe there are some who are cantankerous early childhood, but rather what interests us is the role of composition that has been built to understand the political game.
is when he is behind a row of microphones that Michel Aoun is in all its fullness. From the first words, we began to see him as a harassment that makes it move from concern to complete bewilderment. His voice comes in short spurts like to pound the understanding of its regulars. They lined up in little rows, listen with rapt attention chew his complaints, retaining nets drooling admiration, while he alternates grin and half-smile. It was at this point that the image is blurred and no one really knows if this is its natural complexion, or if to give himself insurance, it adopts a hostile and sullen mine who looks at you with that eye of the raven unsafe for forgiveness fucked by the fox.
course, the General thinks brains, a head that thinks so we want to advise him wearing a neck brace, as it is heavy and can guess, in a sudden swerve, break the stem that carries it.
The days go by, but not swaggering General never calms down, always cultivate his resentment and hatred, to fight against windmills and trying to capture the elusive . To our delight, moreover, for what other clown would be able to vary the jokes in consistency and increase bravado in continuity. His mood swings and his diatribes, his bluster and his nervous tics, his bloated ego and furtive little smiles, the range is endless.
But today's unrest is rooted in more obscure designs and long remained unfulfilled. Michel Aoun is convinced that the conditions are right to see finally fulfilling a dream that keeps on tapping as an ulcer never healed.
The exorbitant number of ministers that he requires for its block and ad hominem attacks cons Michel Suleiman, has nothing to do with forming the new government. Michel Aoun looks beyond the horizon and finally sees opening before him. The majority has switched sides and he already sees the red carpet will unroll at his feet with the holy grail of Baabda in perspective. Hence his insistence today to wrest the slightest bit of power to the President of the Republic. In clearing the ground and thus denying any representative Michel Sleiman, he increases his own claim to power the day came to be the sole owner of the Maronite legitimacy.
The Presidency of the Republic had eluded him in 2008. The fault lay less his enemies than his friends. Hassan Nasrallah had been stabbed in the back, preferring an obscure general "consensus" despite all the sacrifices he had made to provide him cover Christian he dreamed. This time, Michel Aoun will not allow itself to do.
The advancing age, senility is watching, but he does not care, it is imperative that coveted throne. And yet, if he looked beyond his nose, he would see how the Arabs abandon their bedridden throne in a hurry. But our General is a real stubborn. A stubborn without rival.
Ave Michel, bedridden salute you.
