The Heretical Patriot!

What spin can I really put on the “suicide” of Ghazi Kanaan? Here are my considered two bits, emotions and disgust aside:

 

Regardless of whether Kanaan committed suicide, was made to commit suicide or was killed, his death in this manner comes at this time, simply serves to deepen the crisis of the Syrian regime.  Continue reading “The Heretical Patriot!”

On Schools and Suicidal Tendencies!

The early bird might indeed catch that worm, but I have always been more partial to caviar myself. This is why I have not been what you call an early riser. Waking up around the noon would be the ideal thing to do for me. But, and ever since that curse of dissidence befell me, I was forced to make a certain compromise and waking around 9-10 am became a necessity. 

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End of the End!

Should I be glad that my predictions regarding eminent regimefall seem about to come true?

 

Should my ego be gratified when analysts of the caliber of Volker Perthes seem to have reached the same conclusions?

Well, all I can say is that things have never been squarely and solely about my ego. Nor should I be expected to be gald with the potential mayhem that we seem poised to face soon.  Continue reading “End of the End!”

A New Beginning!

My first few days back at the Brookings Institution brought back familiar sensations of accomplishment.

 

Yes, I am slowly reemerging from that necessary transitional cocoon. Things are slowly but surely settling down on the home front. I can now afford to tackle work-related items. New proposals need to be drafted, new reports beg to be made, new conferences yearn to be attended, and I long to be left in peace. But Satan has better chances for entering Paradise, as the old saying goes.

How can a married with children heretical dissident from a place like Syria at times like these ever find peace anyway?

War it is then. Invade my soul, why don’t you? I shan’t lift a finger, and will plod on guided not by this illusion known as ideals, but by my basic impulses whose contradictory nature will serve as the only checking mechanism in this ongoing battle for supremacy over my shredded soul.

Caught in that infernal zone of desperation and longing that lies in between my continuing search for genial accomplishment, and the mediocre reality of my actual achievements is punishment enough for this seeming amorality. Believe me. Believe me.