In Lebanon no one is in the mood for compromise or moderation
As a cat uses up the last of its nine lives, in the final seconds, it reflects upon the end, reflecting back on what was, what could have been, and how a chain of seemingly unrelated events led to its eventual demise. Similarly, as Lebanon edges closer to the brink of the abyss those prone to reflection and deep thought, few as we are over here, will look back. We will look back on all the missed opportunities, all the useless side skirmishes, battles and petty enmities, probably asking ourselves why we ever decided to declare war on ourselves in the first place. Standing muzzle to muzzle on street corners and on rooftops ever eager to pull the trigger and end what peace we still have, I wonder if the young crop of would-be fighters in the next round of civil strife will have time to muse or reflect at all. No more second chances for us I’m afraid, we have spent all our stock, neither the Western nor the Eastern allies will look to Lebanon with a sympathetic eye, in fact its