Sunday, 29 March 2009

Safely home since 3 weeks

There was no posting because back here in Mal-land, I have had to subscribe, buy, install everything all over again.

We were lucky to get out when we did. God's hands were guiding us. That or dumb luck.

Our dear friends in Madland, Wanna & Yves, Gerard & Vero had to literally pack, toss, give away, organize the packing of our home. The house was left intact as were our beloved dogs & staff - thinking we were returning from a 2 weeks sojourn.

Now there's nothing to return to since Uncle is an arch enemy of the state since the government is overthrown, & PUNK is now "transition" President & a jewel in the crown is Uncle's company

Yeah. Right. Just like I could be a transitional Emperess if I ever get to be one.

I have been crying constantly daily - like post traumatic stress. Filled with great sadness. Think of Madland, cry. Think of doggies, cry. Think of our friends cry. Think of my hubby, cry. Think of our staff, cry.

If you dropped a hankerchief, I would cry. I can't help crying. Look for a beloved piece of barang left in Madland, cry.

Yesterday received an email that Walter the other foreigner holding the fort in Unc's company - he who finished his contract by end March - is now on the list of the fucking "transition government" of previous government people NOT allowed to leave Madland. Walter with Mirta his wife & 2 kids under 11.

Uncle tried to get some ambassadors to help. ZILCH. Ain't nobody can help Walter. Gerard is trying other ways.

I still have not been sleeping. Especially now. I feel guilty. That we are here & Walter is there. Uncle said he has been telling & TELLING Walter to leave a week ago but he had booked his tickets for April.

I am not a great prayer. But I pray now.
Much as one thinks one can feel safe & enjoy the peace, one can't.

EVERYTHING I am doing - like eat a good meal, I have been truly in the greatest dilemna if I should / could enjoy it because I KNOW what our friends are going through.

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Hedgehog Day but worst

Hedgehog Day was a movie where a man wakes up & relives the same day every time he wakes up

I feel like this.

Since 1000hr this morning, it was a miniature of last nite. Our neighbours said the shots lasted until 0400hr this morning. We slept. Badly but we closed the windows & slept as Unc needed to go to work - threats or not. He did agree to using a different car to avoid detection.

I sent him lots of canned food - just in case. WITH our beloved golf clubs.

As I blog NOW, 1300hr our time, 3 hours later, lots of gunshots in the air continues. I hope it is shots in the air & not aimed at some poor deceived victim of Punk's propaganda!

When the noise gets too loud and near, I go to our balcony upstairs to hear better & observe. Radio stations are now cut off. Only news is internet & people calling around.

I am in touch with Uncle & his place is guarded by 10 guys with guns. From his office he can see the place where usually all action happens. That whole place is dead due to army blockading nearly 1/2km stretch. Lots of army blocking everywhere.

Just stopped blogging to check really loud pop of tear gas canons.

Not sure how Uncle can come home as the entire route from his office home is now impassable. I told him I will be fine & he should go to any friend's house if he can't come back

It has been reported (or rumoured nobody knows anymore what's real or not) that Punk's wife left to Paris last night on an emergency visa granted by France. His 2 kids already left 3 weeks ago

We are told the government has decided to end it all this week. Am now down to eating muesli again. Who has mood to eat or cook?

Christiane Amanpour reporting fr "Lebanon" again

I don't know whether I am excited, angry or WHAT!!! All I know is I wouldn't mind bashing in some heads with my golf club

Punk announced on radio this evening repeating what he said at his demo today - that he wants his mob to take out Uncle from his office tomorrow morning. Oh. Plus PAINT the houses of pro-government people black so that any mob can recognize the traitors! WTF is that?

So. What did uncle do to deserve this Honor?
NOTHING.
Yeap. Nothing.
Just doing his job but he has promised if they come to him, he will walk off.
GOOD.

The exciting thing about Lebanon is TONIGHT. All of an unexpected sudden - isn't it always unexpected? -
Gunshots (lots)
Tear gas (Loud)
People yelling & chanting (you woulda thought this was a rock concert)

Sounds of guns, cannon like sounds - ALL AROUND our neighbourhood (like 20 houses) for an hour from 7.30 to nearly 8.45pm

Army is arresting students & robbers (supporters of Punk) who seems to live around our area. But we didn't know this little fact about our home before this crisis

The tear gas was so bad, even though our house was located inside some lanes, we had to come inside the house with our night guards

OFCOURSE we were outside!!!. Everyone but me tearing.

All of us holding to our "weapon" ie Uncle's golf clubs
My male doggie got worried & decided to join his gal in her basket.
Milady slept through it. GUARD DOGS? huuurrrmmp!

Our house is now in complete darkness as the guards say you can see better in the dark than the light behind you. We listen to them

LONG NIGHT or what???

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

Situation here remains the same ie unchanged and uncertain but there are more arrests of plunderers, looters etc.

However our mood's MUCH improved seeing as - barring no extraordinary events like more shootings - we are departing from here for 2 weeks. I AM ECSTATIC although as of now I can't get a flight confirmed due to the breakdown of the airline's internet today

By the way I am sharing the below with you as sent by Baroness Angel Aix-la-Chapelle. This was to cheer me up & I ended up HOWLING with laughter!

Animal lovers will appreciate this one!

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favoritething!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary
Day 983 of my captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into the their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.

However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...

Sunday, 1 March 2009

Postscript of this saturday

Unethical journalists gets my goat! When you choose to use stringers for a reputable news agency, choose an objective reporter who will just report the facts!

Some french journos obviously misreporting the events here supporting the opposition (perhaps with their government's tacit support?) are really PISSING me off.

Maybe because this current regime did not accord the frenchies the same exclusive monopoly to ru(i)n Madland as the former regimes had over the past 30 years?

The French Press Agency or the equivalent of Reuters actually reported between 2000-3000 people at today's event "hosted" by the MadPunk & his newly formed All Opposition Coalition.

Guess how many were ACTUALLY there? According to locals who attended the event - 200.

Man! That's a Mother-of-a-huge-difference in numbers designed to scare the 99.9999% of us who stayed home & weren't there to know any better.

Look. I am ALL for a strong Opposition. I consider the Opposition parties unpaid policemen of the People to check and balance the Powers-that-be

But what I HATE above all is Unfair Play. By anyone! Journos, politicians, government, maid/wife bashers etc.

The opposition here are using really underhanded methods including outright LIES & threats & paying gangsters

Especially in Madland where the majority are really poor, illiterate & gullible - this is a FARKING crime!

The opposition here has managed to discredit all & any worthy opposition with what they are doing.

Who's gonna trust a real Opposition in future?

Starting Monday onwards Punk has announced there will be permanent sit ins for THE WHOLE COUNTRY until this government leaves (him to be Transition Prezzie).

As usual, soldiers, civil servants, citizens, gangsters, intellectuals etc are "invited" to join them

So far the anarchy here has cost the country close to 1 billion Euro of foreign development funds.

Imagine how much rice that will buy?

Many here have already lost precious employment due to global recession, and now this !!

I sure would like to see Punk's non-existent economic plans to feed the people.

I would like SOMEONE to tell the President here TO PULL HIS SOCKS UP & BE A LEADER by arresting the Cuprits (Snake Heads) who have created & instigated Treason & caused such great destablity to the land

But I gotta tell you I hand it to Unc. He's cool as a cucumber because his little strike has now more or less vanished. He sure has a lot more inner steel than me.

My steel comes from a golf club or 2 or 5.

Can you tell I am more the physical type? Hmmm?
I tend to find physical activities like bodybashing more invigorating than he does!

AND HELLO... we are heading away this coming Friday !!! Providing nothing bad happens between now & then!!

Diana, Paula- I will be there by Feb 7th afternoon !!! YIPPEE!!!!