To the Lebanese who can only find unity in disunity & blaming external players: please, take a minute to look within. A right place to begin. If it weren’t for our own sheikhs, beiks & heirs & the fissures they propagate, we might have a semblance of a self-respecting state. They slip through your cracks & straddle your backs while you look at each other with suspicion. A vision: the bogeyman looks & talks just like you. Yes, we’re all unmistakeably Lebanese: damn loud & proud for a bunch of short-sighted puppets beholden to a circus of crooked beiks, sheiks & heirs, themselves beholden to a formidable cast of…well…formidable heirs.