Ernest Years / Literature

If you would guess how many days there is in one year; then I’ll send you a text message ..

The deadly quarrels are son common in the Chouf of Mount Lebanon.

When papa Mr. Raafat Abou Chakra throwed my mom on the snow in 1984 in Ammatour (the Lebanese version of Amador in Protugal). Ms. Nahla took care of me. I convey my deepest condoleances to Mr. Zawkan Abdel Samad in Toronto (ذوقان عبد الصمد).

Je me suis opposé au project Bisri en 2019. Je soutiens les pauvres paysans dans la préservation de leur droit terrestier. Ces droits sont à mon avis, jugé légitime depuis le 16ème siècle. Hélas, je reçois une presstion de plusieurs lobby oppotunistes à cet égard. En outre, certains comportements qui empoisonne l'environnment en provenance du Chouf de Mont Liban, est une honte en soi. Nonobsestant le non respect du droit à la vie privée. Ce qui serait sanctionné en temps et lieu.

To all beta and alpha-beta sexually active LGBTQ communities. I hereby declare my fullest and utmost support to you. I will use all my networks of the past 30 years to introduce you to new friends and new encounters. That is not foreign intelligence beta and alpha-beta agents wanting to hook up with commonwealth officers for intended sub-contracts of white-collars jobs. That is not like my Institute Director use to call it. That is not a certain security company working in one spot with loyality to an ulteriar but the same spot. That is not a rental hassle for 4 years or mall quarrel in a civil war like townships. That is not a warning or a hearing problem. That is not a memory issue; neither forgetting four years post-car accident questionnaire of the Infiniti 4*4 driver. That is not launching Armageddon Battles on Aad and Thamood. That is my commitemment to my old friend and mentor. I won't say his name. I leave it up to you to guess the rest. In return...