Monday, July 24, 2006

Rice in Beirut

Secretary of State Rice is in Beirut, her fisrt stop in the region to find a solution to the newest crisis.
Why did she decide to visit Lebanon first?
What will Secretary Rice propose to Mr Seniora and Mr Berri?
What will Lebanon receive in return for its accepting to disarm Hezbollah?
If the Israelis are unable to destroy Hezbollah's infra structure within the coming weeks, how long will the war last?
Is Israel ready to stop the war before destroying and weakening Hezbollah? If so, who will be in charge of disarming Hezbollah?
Will Syria be given that role? Will that mean that Syria will be back to Lebanon?
What will happen after Hezbollah is disarmed?
Will Lebanon start its own peace negotiations with Israel?

So many questions and where can we find the answers? In Washington, in Jerusalem, in Damascus, in Tehran, or in Beirut?
Let's wait and see...

In the meantime, let's welcome Ms Rice in the Middle East...and wish her good luck in her "mission impossible".


Blogger whoami123 said...


We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
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search and a time to lose.
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throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

3:09 PM  
Blogger Big Daft Ron said...

Hi Laury,
Please keep writing your blog, if possible under the difficult circumstances.

4:37 PM  

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