The story of a thriller that made pschitt!
The sophist rhetorician eventually entangled brushes. After heating the country dry, launched his henchmen in a campaign of intimidation unprecedented and promised to bring down heaven on earth, Hassan Nasrallah has given birth to a mouse. Instead of the promised sensational revelations he has made his own admission tracks and clues, not evidence. In a word, it was planted as a nozzle.
past few weeks, Hassan Nasrallah lives terrified. His party long cleared of involvement in the assassination of Rafik Hariri, became suddenly the prime suspect. Height of drama, Syria, long put on the spot, is about to emerge unscathed. Logic suggests that the two allies are accused together and not one without the other, because we do not see how Syria could have done something so huge without informing or involving his faithful ally. The reverse is also true, because it is impossible for the armed Shiite party has embarked on such an undertaking without being overseen by the supervisory authority omnipotent. For a party that never misses an opportunity to serine moral integrity without fault of his followers, the coup is doubly devastating.
Suddenly, the image built over the years has blurred. The Super yesteryear has vanished at once, giving way to a concern bordering on panic. For the first time, Hassan's scared. He is handsome in countenance, his anxiety is all too apparent and it is not saucissonnées his appearances, his serenity and his false pretense revelations that will fix things. The trap was then closed and he finds himself alone driven to find a loophole out of his reach. Accusing Israel is a stopgap and knows, but what can he do without sinking it.
Oh, poor wretch! It was really painful to see s'emberlificotant in his demonstration and trying to make fools believe that some aerial photographs compiled in haste were so many clues about Israel's involvement in the assassination. No, Hassan Nasrallah gave the impression of not believing himself to the arguments he advanced. The brilliant orator yesterday turned into a ridiculous and pathetic rhetorician seeking by every means to restore the credibility of a beleaguered party whose image has been tarnished forever.
The thriller of the summer has pschitt. Places of Ramadan soap operas, until the storms of autumn ahead devastating.
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