Heigh Ho Nation

Since that battle started in the North of the country, a magical change occurred in our society. We all became “better” people. We engaged as a nation in the mother of all battles; the epic struggle between Good and Evil. 
The camp where the so-called tragic events are taking place might be far from where we live. Well at least not close enough for the steady sound of bombings or the sight of billows of smoke to pester us. Yet, every one of us feels that battle fermenting inside his own guts. 
We are constantly compelled to turn on the TV and get infiltrated with a brief “update” on Nahr Al Bared. Every now and then, we sense an urge to see more smoke rising from building skeletons, the frame shaking from repetitive shelling and a reporter pointing fingers and telling bedtime fairy tales, all very well researched and sourced. And then, we recline in our sofa to ingurgitate that new dose of righteousness. 
We have no need to see more; that Manichean battle is as ancient as time. We start feeling the forces of Good inside us fighting heroically against the forces of evil. It’s like a mix of pride and power. God with all his might will guide us into safety. 
The mere idea of the camp comforts us about the virtues of our values and our morality. There is not a single slot for doubts. Angels and demons have never made such a clearer appearance. 
May our blessed army smash those terrorists! Long lives our Nation! © El Periodista