There is an eerie sense of panic in the air, a silent fear and uncertainty that comes with once reliable truths that are no longer "safe" to believe in.

A presidential election was held few weeks ago, described by “gougeats” of the RCD as the tightest race ever to be held in the history of ... the RCD, well as tight as Jennifer Lopez’s jeans, she definitely have no room to manoeuvre her divinely shaped ass (perhaps Leila was such a Venus back in the 70’s, who knows!), but at least she have a choice (and by the way, I hope she will never change her mind on that specific issue!) ... we don’t have that choice.
The space "reserved" for the opposition to manoeuvre is so tight that most of our opposition leaders have developed signs of claustrophobic behaviours which mostly affect their own people, negatively of course. These last elections have been a painful [in the ass] experience for the opposition. Every one of them lost, that is; every one of us!
actually, never in the recorded history of my country have so many cheeps been knowing to vote for an early عيد (the day they will be slaughtered), that is; 90 something % of the “cheptel” voted to die "prematurely", the rest dispersed into nature in their search for new grassland خبزة and a few dozens of die-hard “farhouds” (in memory of the legendary فرهود the greatest كبش نطيح in the history of that game) moved to جبال خمير (Paris), as always in the recent history of this republic of “cheeeeeeps”, the last bastion of resistance. That was back in June of last year when the entire “cheptel” sealed off its fate in a collective surrender to the the town’s butcher, almost in a sect-like manner like that of the members of the solar temple years ago, they decided to "go for it" ... and die, ...and die they did.
A new parliament is elected too, but somehow there is no real parliament no real president, everything is fake, unreal!
Should we abandon all hopes? Prepare for the worst? Get familiar with it?
I don’t know, my sense of humour has tended to walk on the dark since the “elections”.
My own immediate reaction was bafflement and surprise, not because of the scores, that was expected. What was unexpected was the weird behaviour of some opposition figures (Ben Sedrine, Chebbi, Mestiri and others), just on the eve of the elections, but that’s another story.
Today’s story is about our future, the one we’re about to loose.
My question is: how many times must a man (or a woman) be brutalised-on the SAME street by the SAME person-before they call him a sadist? Are we sadists?
Ok, that’s a morbid observation ...but that’s exactly what is happening to us, we’ve been brutalized by the same brute (RCD) since the dawn of history which, in our case, began for exactly 48 years ago, and we seems to like it! Or ...?

Oh mother Venus and father Amarone
Make my prayers my guiding stars...

(Beuhhh, that’s a start!)
To be continued