Unfiltered. Unapologetic. Unbothered.

Zouzou Cash isn’t a journalist. He’s what happens when you give a skeptical Lebanese uncle a Wi-Fi connection and no supervision. A lifelong observer of nonsense, he’s been commentating on politics since before most politicians learned to tie their ties — or fake their degrees.

Born in Beirut, raised on street wisdom and Turkish coffee, Zouzou Cash doesn’t report the news — he dissects it, roasts it, dunks it in zaatar, and serves it back with a heavy dose of sarcasm. From budget disasters to diplomatic “oopsies,” if it sounds suspicious or smells like scandal, chances are he’s already rolling his eyes at it.

No one is safe: not presidents, not CEOs, not influencers who think geopolitics is a skincare brand. Zouzou Cash’s only agenda is common sense — and even that gets reviewed every Sunday over man’oushe and rage.

He’s here to say what you’re thinking, laugh when it’s inappropriate, and ask the questions nobody dares to write in press releases. Because in a country where the power cuts more than the accountability, someone has to keep the sarcasm alive.

So grab a coffee, lower your expectations, and enjoy the show.

This is Lebanon — through the lens of Zouzou Cash.