…And darkness covered the horizon… (part 2)

(there’s a treat in the end)

It’s now time to make some questionable comment about home… please enjoy.

Educating Portugal

General thoughts about Strikes

1. It’s a right and whatever happens it should always be a right,but there has also to be preserved the right not to strike, whatever happens;
2. It’s an union weapon  tool to use in the mist of negotiations with the employers, but not the only one;
3. There should be a carefully planed strategy to every strike.

Strikes in education.

Recently there’s been a war between our government and the professors unions, on the battlefield of education land, both sides fight wearing a banner for “a sustainable  public education”

The problem

Every strike is scheduled to have the biggest impact it possibly can, so to grab government by the balls, and this creates a shock of the system where supply rapidly falls and rises, demand  is fixed so it doesn’t adjust, this is putting it simple.
So in the realm of education, this normally means students don’t have classes, losing a days work, that is easily recoverable. But this time, strikes are to be during the exams season. This shocks not only a day on the lives of students, teachers, government and society in general, but a whole year, and with little gains from it.

The Risk

Every strike is a battle of minds as much as a battle of arguments, whoever gathers  the most public support ultimately wins the battle.
So in a scenario where the shock is as big as this one is to be… you better not lose…
How not to lose—Government

• Whatever happens stand your grown, do not encore in any strategy where it ultimately  result in body bags.
• Hire people to break the strike, and have minimal  services working.

How not to lose—Unions:

• Do not circumscribe the strike to just a day, with such a big risk of alienating everyone that's not directly involved, you have to make the government to come outright and say they fold;
• Make sure that no kid that’s suppose to be in school dies, and if it happens you better work you fucking ass of to make sure you’re not blamed for it.

The Battle itself…

Is Going to end nowhere, the unions won’t win anything significant, and government will argue that as long as Troika is supervising them they can’t do anything more to satisfy the people, and it is all the previous socialist government fault

Appendix

student- teacher ratio:
http://appsso.eurostat.ec.europa.eu/nui/show.do?dataset=educ_iste&lang=en

All that is hate fell on to him… part 1

Sorry this one will be a big one. I’m looking to turn a page and restart writing, ending this blockage I have in front of me. And for that I'm doing 2 things:

1st- I’m “unbricking” this wall in front of me by addressing every thing I need to break free

2nd- I’m going to leave this retreat  I'm living in and re-engaging life.

So let’s start:

All that is hate fell on to him…

 

Brazil

Brazil is hosting the next FIFA world cup, and right now is home to the confederations cup.  So every news agency in the world has an eager ear on the outcome of this preview of the “Prova Rainha”.

There was an expectation to see samba in every corner of Brazil and  great collections of models like body flapping around every camera. but that’s not happening… instead we’re treated to something resembling a new age civil war.

In the last few years Brazil has had an average GDP growth, while the rest of developed and developing world has gotten by with recession and marginal growths at best , so everyone thought that Brazil will soon became part of the most developed countries.

But then…

“After becoming president in 2011, Dilma Rousseff sought to stimulate growth by hiking public spending and the minimum wage, and forcing state-run banks to lend more. The resulting inflation was tackled not by raising interest rates but by cutting sales taxes and holding down the price of items with a big impact on the inflation index, including food, petrol and bus fares. Until recently voters reacted favourably, though the economy did not.” in Economist

Increasing government spending in an slowly growing economy is like giving cheetah food to a bunny rabbit, it will do whatever it does faster, but then cutting taxes is just like picking up the bunny rabbit and tossing him into the cheetah’s cage… it isn’t pretty.

But that’s not all, because this Keynesian madness is not over until you figure out where has the money been spent, because it wasn’t spent to enrich the country’s education, healthcare or justice system, but it has instead been wasted with individual spending. In the sense give the money to the people and let them spend it as they see fit.

It would be less expensive to just burn the money.

 

USA the big brother

(FUCK HEY!!)

Next time you turn on your computer just remember that if your watching porn, Obama will be watching you watching it.

(part 2 coming soon)

Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley

All my bags are packed.

I'm leaving… on a jet plane, possibly I'll be back again, but I really don't know…

I'm sorry for letting you go,

OH! Hell I'll miss you so.



Thanks for all that you've done, Thanks for all that you've become

Now I'll be on my way.

Paris… here I come

Ending all, for new beginnings.

Au revoir, see you soon

I’m not a lost case

Let me say before you read this, that is a tribute to Dewinter, and her confection of what she really thinks of me. To you DeWinter… Thanks for your honesty!



(John entered the Office, all in brownish colors with big book shelves filled with so many little files it was impossible to read them all in just a life time, and a big dark brown desk in front of a big window, on that desk there was a name tag and in it, it reads "Agent Eros")

Eros: SO! (Says a little man coming up from behind the desk) What brings you here?

John: I received a call, about my case…

Eros: All of you do. Tell me your full name and your case code, if you please.

John: My name is John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt… (Waits for the agent stops typing his name into the computer) and by case code is "L0V3-9U35T".

Eros: Huh hum… John Scar… (Searching for the file in the data base) Kramer of Lioncourt. Here it is! So let's see why you were called here, shall we? Hum hum… Oh dear! (Says Eros with worry all over his face)

John: What?! Is there something wrong? What is it?

Eros: I'm so sorry Mr. Lioncourt but it seems that this is a lost case…

John: a lost case?...

Eros: Yes, a lost case…

John: I don't understand… I… I am not that bad looking… and I'm only as depressive as everyone else and there are pills for that, I'm also not that bad in bed, and there's pills for that too, so… Why am I a lost case? I don't get it…

Eros: No that's not it Mr. Lioncourt, sorry I made a mistake…

John: Ah! (says relived) So I'm not a lost case, after all?

Eros: No, but… (is interrupted before continuing)

John: I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! (shouts!) You're just joking with me…

Eros: Mr. Lioncourt! Would you be so kind to SHUT UP and let me explain? (Irritated with all the shouting)

John: ok (says intimidated by the agents face)

Eros: What I meant to say earlier Mr. Lioncourt, is that You're not a lost case, in fact we don't know what you are… because we lost your case file, it's really unfortunate of you I think this is the first in the last sixty years or so…

John: You lost my case? That's not bad, right? You do have backups, don't you?

Eros: Backups? Backups?! Please Mr. Lioncourt, don't make me laugh.

John: So you don't have backups? ...

Eros: No we don't, there's over 6 thousand million people in the world, There's no space for backups

John: So no back up, what do I do now? Do I fill another case file?

Eros: Another file? No, no, no, you can't have another file, everyone only gets one and that's it.

John: So why am I here? You will search for the file, no doubt. So why call me here?

Eros: Search? Who do you think we are? Some bookworms of some sort?! Search! What a foolish idea. No Mr. Lioncourt, we're not going to search for your file and as for the reason of summoning it is so you fill in a D34T# form, so that we can declare this as a closed case.

John: What's a D34T# file?

Eros: It's just a form where you state that you fully abdicate of the rightful to spend the remaining of your life stream, and leave a recommendation to friends a family, if wish to do so.

John: What? Like a suicide note?

Eros: So you've heard of them…

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt©2010

  

Summer it’s coming to its end and I leave the typing to a chimp.

The summer is at its end and I feel it. I like a cold shiver up my spine…

I don't know when it is the official date for declaring that we're not going through summer anymore, but I just feel it, and it's closing in very very fast. And also I feel very odd, I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like… uh … singing… (wait this isn't the odd part yet)… S.O.S by ABBA, and I don't have a freaking clue why, do you know? If you do please comment now.

Classes are about to start and with them a whole freaking lot shenanigans that you never worry about when it is summer. OH! For God's sake what shall I do?

"Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find…" Where I go again singing that stupid song S.O.S.! S!O!S! Save my soul, save your soul, save our souls!…

What Am I doing? Singing a girlish song and it's not even to a girl, I singing it all alone in my bedroom… This is so gay. Real men don't do this, real men don't even remember the freaking song's lyrics, because of the so many times they've banged their head to the wall thinking about stuff, and women and more stuff, and boobs and stuff again. I know what I'm going to do…

(the writer steps away from the computer, steps to the nearest wall and bangs his head onto it… pum… pum …CRASK [and if you're wondering whose writing this, let's just say it's multi-personality to its best] the writer returns bleeding from his forehead, sits down and writes…)

I… I…? I was just there and now I'm here get aloud of me, I'm ama… (writer passes out without actually writing anything, that bit before? He just dictated it… well he just mumbled it in a way that it seemed he said that but the computer has no clue so just wrote that)

(Five days later)

"I can still recall our last summer/I still see it all / Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain / Our last summer /Memories that… remain?" Now this! Our last Summer? Gimme gimme gimme a m… Break? CHRIST? More ABBA? I must be ill.

Clearly bagging my head through the wall (hyperbole) didn't work, and ended up wasting 5 more days of summer… If I keep doing it I'll start singing "Slipping Through My Fingers" sooner than I hoped. I must think hard before my next move…

(after a day)

Eureka! This must be a sub-conscious response to donuts or to been the only one from the group that hasn't had a summer passion (even deWinter "got one" and she's a bitch [in her own words])… nah it's definitively donuts…

What can I say? The Winner takes it all (damn it I did it again!!!)

CMXCIX-DCLXVI=CCCXXXIII

Funny thing about Romans, they weren't any good at math. But very good at torture.

on hollyday

We(I)'ll be back in a sec (three weeks) whit new and better stuff.
See ya

There are no stars in the sky

I'm sorry for not being in English but i just sang this lullaby to a little princess, and reminded me of a passion for this song

You know reading this last post gave me a new vision on things, especially on those that I've never done or experienced. I must say that my eyesight seems greener now and I don't know why.

Maybe Carpem Diem? Seize the day, I used to love that expression and what it meant, it used to be liberating and out of routine... But now? PSSt! it's just the same shit I see every day. All I hear is advertise, and stupid for that matter.

How many times does a friend of yours, come up to you, with a something and says you should do it, because you don't live forever?

I know in introspective that my behavior doesn't accompany the tune of my words, and that my reasoning is most certainly blurred with the plain simple sin of envy and jealousy. But one must wonder from time to time, how many crack heads still say Carpem Diem?

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Do you know that history has a tendency to repeat it self?

breath taking, replay

Funny how flying seems like falling, every time

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go 
seein’ who I shouldn’t see 
doin’ what I shouldn’t do 
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be 

a little voice told me it’s all wrong 
another voice told me it’s alright 
I used to think I was strong 
but lately I just lost the fight 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

I got tired of bein’ good 
started missing that old feeling free 
stop actin’ like I thought I should 
and went on back to bein’ me 

I never meant to hurt no one 
I just had to have my way 
if there is such a thing as too much fun 
this must be the price you pay 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

you never see it comin’ till it’s gone 
it all happens for a reason 
even when it’s wrong 
especially when it’s wrong 

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ 
for a little while 

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go 
seein’ who I shouldn’t see 
doin’ what I shouldn’t do 
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

A cube, flowers, a ladder, a horse and a storm

Once upon a time, I entered a black room, all black from top to bottom and from side to side. Mysteriously it had no doors or windows, I didn't know how did I entered there, but it didn't matter, because I felt safe, calm and peaceful.

The room was big, and there was a ladder laid on the left wall of the room, and on the wall just behind me there was a chalk bar. All the rest of this cubicle room was empty.

I stayed still for many moments, just looking around, but there was nothing to look at… so I picked up the chalk, and started drawing, a dribble on the floor, for starters… a curve here and there, and some straight lines, strangely it ended building up to be a nice flower, covering the whole floor.

And again I stayed still for many moments more, looking at the flower I drew on the floor, suddenly a flower, wasn't enough, I wanted more… so I erased it all and instead of drawing a flower I drew a bunch of them, and in this rampaging drawing fever I turn to the right wall and started drawing an animal to pasture in this filed I was creating.

I drew a horse on the right wall, a mustang to be precise, a free, stubborn and strong horse, and the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen.

Moments passed I would change and adapt my drawing to what I deemed perfection, but while doing that I noticed that the flowers didn't grow, they just bloomed and nothing more… And I needed to change this.

I thought about it for a long time, and I finally remembered that flowers need water to grow, so I walked up to the front wall and started to draw some rain, but some rain wasn't enough, so I drew a bit more, and then more and more and more… until It became a storm! But the flowers weren't growing, and then I remembered that flowers need light to grow also. So I drew a light, a lightning bolt. And the flowers started growing, reaching my knees.

This happened all once upon a time, but yesterday my friend said that this is just a metaphor for my life… Is it really?

Piracy control

see this.

and then this:


Who's right? one the other? both? or Maybe all three?
P.S.: Although i do not support piracy, i also feel that this isn't the way to fight it.

Murder is easier to spell then suicide

There was a man sitting on the yellow dry grass, watching everyone just moving around him. He could only wonder what it would be like if some forces were bigger than they are. "What if with only one hand a man could move a mountain, bring the valley up, or silence a powerful volcano?", the man wondered. But as he builds his net of thought around the prospects of a different world, something buzzed him.

"The world could change a thousand times," thought the man"but no matter how it would change, I would always be left to my ideas and thoughts, because even then, or there, I would be miserable." The man got himself so enraged, red was the only visible color.

And in this twist of raging emotion the man, rapidly… STUD UP! And Screamed "PAIN!" and it all went away, he then shouted "sadness!" and it disappeared. He was now a lighter man, this act of self honesty, somehow, freed him from the shackles of time.

He took a breath, and it felt different, and maybe better… definitely better. So much better, he smiled and was happy, so happy.

The man decided to do something now, leave the yellow dry grass and find himself a green pasture where he could culture this new found happiness. While walking away from the place that had set him free the man thought of the brighter future he could now have, the wonder full things he could do and…

And then… he was shot.

 

Living in regret

My shelves are full of memories, from happy times to less happy times, from reality and from fantasy, from glory and romance to crime and punishment. I feel old for having so many things to remember…

To me the expression "going on a journey through memory lane" seems to cut it too "short". I always feel like my life was so filled, but now is just a disappointing wreckage of the speeding cart it once was. More than I can possible count I hoped for never land, my kingdom of fantasy, where I would restore forever in my youth, dreaming playing and finding an adventure somewhere behind a mountain, beneath the ocean; over the sky, and beyond the canyon. Huff… But none of that's possible…

"CARPE DIEM!!" I hear loud and clear from people of interest, "death does not take a breather just because you when in a trip via memory auto way". But no matter how true it is that doesn't change the fact I wish I was innocent like I was once, to the time where going to class did not felt like pulling a gun to my brain and shoot every twenty seconds, when boredom wasn't even a known word and if we felt like something wasn't fun, we would get up and run around it making it more like we wanted, and specially, when masturbation was not just and end of the day pain killer.

This seems like a middle aged man is writing his crisis for everyone to read, which would be true if I'm dated to meet death when I complete 40.

But I shouldn't be here just ranting about my social awkwardness problems, that wouldn't be fair to those who actually think this is lecture like economic blog.

So here it is for the world.

My country has an expiration date much more short than my own.

Germany think that everyone has already forgot about what happened with their third Reich, and want to re-gain the "most hateful country" title by refusing to help Greece.

USA… it's pointless to rant about them nothing that I say will even scratch the surface.

Asia is paradise for any business.

Africa wants' to be a colony of the highest bidder.

And the rest? They'll burn or up out this whole mess.

But hey we have to give a big round of applause, to the socialist policies that just keep on adding gasoline to this bun fire.

See you all

JSKofL

P.S.: some more words before I leave… facebook, twitter, myspace this would be pretty good ideas in a perfect world, but to me they just a frustration mechanism that leaves me sitting in infront the computer saying "What the Fuck" "fuck you" while I point my middle finger towards the non functional webcam

What is money?

It's said too many times that Money doesn't bring happiness, later someone added, but it helps.

And it is true. Yet we adore this "money", some do even pray for it, but what is it really? Can you eat it? No! Can you wear it? No! Does it shelter you? No! Does it keep you warm? No! Does it come to your house at night tapping your knees and ask you if you lost weight? No!

So why do we adore it so much? Because it helps.

We all have a big adoration for this "money", some have even said that it is the work of the devil, others that it is a miracle, some find this money through the years, others from day to night, and there are those that live without it at all.

€ 20, 500$, £1000, 20000¥? What is this worth? Trade.

In all the adoration and the continuous exploitation of this "money" and the trade it provides, or if you wish, the help it gives. Hides the truest fact about it.

It's only paper!

Maybe not "only" but it is paper, a nice paper that we so much love, but it's really not very different form the paper I use to wipe my ass clean every day. If I may say the only difference between the two is that when with shit on it, the first one, we pick it up.

This isn't a rebellious post, because I know and acknowledge the great importance of "money" in our society, and I can't imagine the chaos we would live in if it just disappeared. But I also think that if an extraterrestrial life form came to us would be shocked with the paranoia money brings to our lives.

We study it, we record it, and we measure the behavior of it, but if anyone did this to another human being, in two seconds he would be tagged as a stoker and banned from society. But with money, it's just a study…

We're all mad, that I've figured out… but it could be worst.

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

Bolero, the dance of life

Please start the music.






It start's soft and simple, like a baby giving its first steps, a easy set of moves one foot then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

And then it grows, and the baby gather's strength and speech to its abilities, but it always goes in the same rhythm, one year then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

Still it grows, adding knowledge to the speech and movement, strengthening itself the young one, grows now in friends and family, in the same rhythm one member more then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

It reaches perfection, the world looks at him has an example, a motto, a role model, a hero. Taking one challenge and then the other, one and then the other, one the other, one the other…

And then it goes over his head, falls to the grown and dies…

Just like in life, we reach perfection and then we fall.

(i know this is a small post for such a long music but please listen to it until the end, it will be good for you)
John Scar Kramer

Lost whore

I lost my whore…

If you feel in anyway capable of locating her for me, please do, for I've spent too much time sitting in front of my computer waiting for her to appear and give me some idiotic story to write about.

If you are in anyway offended because I'm calling someone or something a whore, I suggest that you think about how offended must I feel, to buy a mercenary to tell she loves me… to tell me I'm such a good friend, a good person, a good lover…

… I'm going against society code of ethics and rules, because society as excluded me. I was found to be under society standards, in order to be a part of it, and because help only goes to those in "need", I was thrown out like the bag of trash they think I am.

Only in society can you find love, everywhere else you'll have to make do with whores, pimps and loneliness.

If you, reading this think that this is nothing more than an encrypted message to some people, you're right.

But anyway, I miss my whore.

If you find her please advise me,

I want peace

Bring me to a peaceful life, that's my wish. I shouldn't rest my thoughts just in prayer, I know that, and even acknowledge that life's meaning doesn't come in wimps and wamps, it needs to be worked and it needs to be… to be… something more. Something that I still don't know what it is, and why should I?

Why should I know, what more is there to life, when I come to you whishing for peace.

Maybe that is it. Work and ignorance. Doing something without knowing what it is or what is it for… Almost poetic.

Life, a lyrical text without form or real object. How Grand!

"Mother! You gave me LIFE and asked me just to give it meaning, but I don't know!"

I just want peace