I honestly could not just sit there without writing something about all you whining little bitches who suddenly had their lives turned upside down because Creamfields got cancelled.
A fucking party.
First of all, OF COURSE ITS GOING TO GET FUCKING CANCELLED! Every fucking army in the world is at our shores with thousands of rockets, thousands of soldiers and thousands of planes waiting to bomb the shit out of everything around us, not to mention our own domestic dose of car bombs! I don’t care how much ecstasy your favorite DJ takes, he/she/it must at least still have the survival instinct part of the brain still working. Not to mention, there are no fucking tourists! It’s just us 5 to 8 thousand retards who enjoy having drinks as warships fly overhead so I’m pretty sure the organizers at JK58 (Who did an amazing amazing job) must have done some calculations and realized it was also better to cancel because of risky ticket sales.
I had to endure reading tweets and statuses like “fuck this country”; “I’m leaving this shithole” and “oh god whyyyyyyyyyyy” (why??? because fuck your face)….
I honestly never saw a subject get more attention and rage from the Lebanese youth, they are now calling for a protest…. what a shame.
Don’t get me wrong, I never miss a good party. Be it an underground event no one has heard of or Skybar on Saturday night, I am proud of our Lebanese nightlife and I am proud of the fact that we are people who, in the middle of all the turmoil, the threats, the bombings, the deaths, the instability, the economic hardships, the corruption and fear; always, always, always manage to outlive, endure and find time to dance.
But when did partying overshadow human rights as a topic? When did throwing a party become more important than having a fucking government!? When the fuck did throwing a party become more important than having elections you sick morons?! When did one drunken night of your life become more important than the lives of car bomb victims? When did it become more important than the life of hungry refugees?
When the fuck did you think for a second that you had the right to nag?
What have you done to make things better? Chances are, that you, like I, have never even voted. My first time casting a vote in a parliamentary election was supposed to be last May, but that did not happen because we all got robbed of our democratic right to do so, and the corrupted thieves and murderers who control our parliament simply extended their terms.
Do you know how many people protested when that happened? You most probably don’t, because you were most probably not there. There were far less people in that protest than there are EVERY NIGHT on the streets of Mar Mkhayel.
And now you have the fucking balls to ask for a protest at night, because a party got cancelled.
Oh how joyful the dozens of intelligence agencies that are working in our country must be. How joyful the Mossad must be that the youth of Lebanon in the near future will not care when they rob our oil. How joyful the Iranian intelligence must be that the Lebanese youth will not stand in the way of having their country turned into a religious war platform. How joyful the CIA must be that we will not stand in the way of their plans for the Middle East.
When our children, who will most probably be living in Canada, Brazil and Dubai, ask us; what did you do during the Arab spring? Where were you when the government was robbing you? What did you do to stop it? We can say we didn’t care, DJ’s were flocking from around the world and it was good….
Most of you need to get your priorities straight, there are so many things that needed your attention so many times, and you were nowhere to be heard; who knows, maybe if you attended some of the protests you should have attended, we would be having our own edition of tomorrow land…. But for now go fuck yourselves…