Time To Kill

He wrote a blog ladies and gentlemen, actually a few, but the one I got the courage to read and read fast I might add, not thinking about and actually facing the inescapable feeling of boredom that everyone gets while going through his lines is about a cosmopolitan night out at some local bar with people from all around the planet except a small country by the Mediterranean called Lebanon.

Yet he managed to mention this small piece of heaven and its habitants at least twice in his not so long epilogue maybe to make it more interesting or simply because the complex of inferiority his people have toward us is now spreading overseas searching for even more compatriots one might think have escaped this epidemic disease.

Citing it once in a very respectful manner could be allowed even to an ignorant who is he if head is down and bowing to show reverence to the word and all its meaning but twice or maybe more, because to be honest the tedium really got into me that couldn’t finish the whole thing, bluntly and in such an insolence is simply unforgivable.

He formulates a statement casually enough through his words thus passing a global judgment to his very few readers, insinuating we have definitely developed some sort of Freudian anomaly through time leaving behind the fact that this feeling of superiority we have is only natural if one looks at the sheer inanity surrounding us geographically and to which he belongs.

As a friend and you know how much I estimate our friendship, I implore you not to convey messages when their depth are so unknown to you and their meanings way beyond the simplicity of your mind especially if these messages relate to an origin I am so proud to be of and very complex for you to understand.

No offense…I just had some time to kill.