Nanou comes from the ancient southern Lebanese city of Tyre, where until Wednesday he and his children sold lottery tickets in the street. That night, as Israel launched its attack on the Lebanese militant group Hezbollah in retaliation for the kidnapping of two Israeli soldiers, he and his family — four of the children still in diapers, he said — fled north by using back roads and crossing open fields. The Israelis had already bombed the bridges and main highways north to Beirut in their initial assault.

Soon after the family fled the area, the Israeli air force bombed the back roads, too.

“The planes scared my children,” Nanou said as he waved his hands around the family’s new quarters in a Beirut school. One of his children lay on a foam mattress without moving, staring straight up. “My 3-year-old is in shock and can’t walk.”

I’ll start listening to Michelle and Glenn and all the other assholes of the Internets when they start telling stories like that. While everybody else is tryng to get out of Lebanon, Albritton’s trying to get in and stay in, so that we can have information to have our little coffeehouse discussions. I wish people who like to get cute with t-shirts would remember that.