Green Star over the Arab Golgotha
And how it all began! The Arab Spring is the awakening of the peoples, the struggle for freedom, a series of revolutions - one after another. In one day, the power of the President of Tunisia, Ben Ali, fell, for two weeks - the power of Hosni Mubarak in Egypt. “Further, further!” - the Qatari Al-Jazeera kindled the fire, “You can!” - the Western media echoed when the deadly fire spread to the Libyan Jamahiriya - the state with the most, perhaps, great social guarantees for the people. The state where people were moved from the desert to the cities where the grand Great Man-made River was built, the project of which was not limited to Libya alone, but could save Africa from thirst and hunger.
Now, two years after the unprecedented cruelty of the murder of the legitimate Libyan leader Muammar Al-Gaddafi, these social guarantees and great projects have to be remembered only sighing. As well as about many other beautiful things that burned in the fire of the murderous "spring".
If the power in Tunisia and Egypt really had weak popular support, the leadership of these countries did not last even a month (only for much more radical and ignorant forces to come to power - An-Nahda and the Muslim Brotherhood). But it was not so in Libya, and therefore it took 8 months of stubborn struggle, it took direct NATO aggression, a pity covered with a fig leaf of the UN Security Council resolution on the no-fly zone, so that we could talk about the victory of pseudo-freedom - more precisely, “walking the field” where everyone kills everyone ...
Qatar, the country where the poet was criticized for 15 years for the poetic criticism of the emir and his family, suddenly spoke louder than anyone about freedom. In an effort to keep up with this tiny oil monarchy, another Middle Eastern regime, Saudi Arabia, spoke about freedom, where women are forbidden to drive a car, and a rape victim can be punished with whips - they say, she “provoked” ...
But the main paradox is that the leaders of Arab countries, seeing how a bloody wave of incomprehensible "spring" is covering one state after another, began ... to greet it. Of course, they themselves were not in a hurry to resign - they simply surrendered one country after another, voting in the League of Arab States for foreign intervention and punishment of the particularly recalcitrant. Did they think that they themselves might be subjected to the same fate - or hoped to appease the insatiable overseas predator ...
One of the few countries that opposed punitive measures against Libya was Syria. In the Arab League, she voted against foreign intervention and sanctions (Algeria abstained). And less than a month later, the fire reached the Syrian cities - Dara, Homs, Hama, then - Aleppo and the suburbs of Damascus. “Huria, Khuria, Freedom, Freedom!” Raged in the streets of the crowd, led by those who would gladly cut their throats with people who are committed to a different faith, and even women who do not wear hijab or even niqab, completely covering their faces, leaving only small slit for eyes.
"I do not want to die, but if it is necessary to save this land, my people, to thousands of people who are all my children, then so be it," said Muammar Al-Gaddafi in one of his addresses to the Libyans. No one wanted to die - neither the leader of the Jamahiriya, nor the thousands of Libyan women and children killed aviation NATO. Those whom the ruthless rebel terrorists blew up, burned alive, and shot in Syria did not want to die either. The young soldiers of Libya and Syria did not want to die, who went into the army, saying goodbye to their relatives and asking them not to cry ...
October 20 2011 of the Year ... "Wow!" Madame Clinton shouted when she saw on the screen the body of Muammar Al-Gaddafi with traces of savage torture. In this cry, all the voices of fake "human rights activists" merged, the whole buzz of talk about "repression" and "human rights violations", all the pseudo-humanistic speeches of Western hypocrites. It reflected the cries of those who stood in Moscow on the bridge in the sad 1993, watching the shooting of the lawfully elected parliament, in it - the echoes of sirens in the night burning Belgrade, the moans of the dying in Baghdad and Falluja ..
Other "fighters for democracy", as if echoing this uterine exclamation of the overseas mistress, promised the same fate to President Bashar Al-Assad along with his children, the eldest of whom is 12 years.
In Syria, now the local population is being terrorized by thousands of mercenaries from Libya, who have not found a place in the new system of powerlessness. Tons weaponsintended for Syrian bandits, is brought all from the same Libya, transformed from a flourishing social paradise into a muddy bloody mess.
Even the methods of the Libyan and Syrian "freedom fighters" are the same. In the summer of 2011, a Libyan soldier was captured in Misrata. He was not a timid and shouted in the face of his tormentors: "My heart beats for Muammar Al-Gaddafi!". The enraged "rebel" tore his heart out of his chest and bit him. Two years later, in 2013, the Syrian rebel, the favorite of the same Qatari TV channel Al-Jazeera, defiantly devoured the heart of the dead Syrian soldier, threatening that it would be so with all the "infidels."
When I write these lines, not far from the Syrian city of Hama, rescuers carry out the wounded from the place of the terrible terrorist attack - the explosion of a mined car. There is still no blood on the pavement. At a minimum, 30 dead - civilians, students, workers, whose whole fault is that they went to work or school. Or just went about their business - to visit family and friends. They were waited, but they did not wait. They are also covered with a wave of "Arab spring".
So on the collective Golgotha of the new colonialism today includes tens of thousands of Arabs - both leaders of states, and simple workers and peasants. Together. Without distinction of posts and titles.
And above this Golgotha, above the bloody “Arab Spring”, the green star of the Heavenly Jamahiriya is burning high. Because the idea is impossible to kill. It can be criticized, advantages and disadvantages can be found in it, analysts can argue about its productivity for a long time. But it is paid for with blood and great suffering, and it will certainly be remembered and stories.
And the struggle continues. Now - in Syria. In a country where many beautiful and inimitable were also destroyed, where you can never regain the old look of many churches, museums, old markets and libraries, where in many villages there are no young guys left, but which stands, like an ancient impregnable citadel, for more than two half years. A country over the cities of which the same immortal stars shine, and therefore it is not too far from everyone on Earth ...
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