A parable about surgeons

A man is carried to the E. R. with a painful infection on his foot. The nurse at the reception calls for the doctor on call to see the man. Due to some mix up with scheduling two doctors were called to see this man agonizing pain.

The first doctor examines the foot and see whats wrong, turning to the man he says "I'm sorry but I'm not able to do anything about your foot, the only thing i can do is give you some sedatives, while we wait for a room to have a surgery to cut your foot, hoping that the infection doesn't spread to the rest of your body."

The second doctor takes a closer look and says "I think we may not need to cut your foot after all, it seams to me that we can cure your disease, if we start now there's a chance that you'll be able to keep your foot and walk normally at the end of the treatment, even though it will be painful until the end."

Now as a patient you get to choose between the two diagnoses...

Some comments on my last day of work for the semester.

Like the title suggests today was my final day, my final exam and my final routine of this semester. And so, I've decided to leave some brief notes about things and stuff.

1. The State's budget for 2010 and from 2009
   

   
   
   

I don't care, if you hate it, love it or are indifferent to it. What I would like to say, for now, is that a work like this… requires a lot of human resources, a lot of people, who spent whole days without sleep or something decent to eat. And as a leader and figure head the Minister of Finance should stress the work and the commitment the first line workers had to put in to this, that it could be presented by his excellence. Most of the times public recognition of effort is more value than a pay check.

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   It's all very funny while were all staring at Greece
   

   
   
   

Austerity, hear of it? It rimes with prosperity in more ways than one.

I know times are hard… that people are losing jobs when night turns to day, everywhere, and that people can hardly pay the bills. And unfortunately the bad news do not end there… because everything is going to get worst, much worst.

So if you're in lower or middle class I advise you to be very careful with your investments. So if you're planning on buying a new TV, don't do it just yet! Or if you're planning on moving from the suburbs to the center, don't…

Because, I can almost with certain say that this year's salaries will not raise, but next on the next one they'll decrease. SO be careful, very careful.

Portugal is With a Big dept, 85% of the GDP (in Portuguese: PIB), which means every one hundred dollars we produce, 85 go to pay dept, leaving the country with only with 15 out of the 100 to spend in, everything from Health Service, Justice department, Schooling, etc…

1. How do we solve this?
   

   
   
   

There are three ways that will solve this problem, but every single one of them will take the same sacrifice (There's really no easy way out):

1. Decrease the Public expenses
   
2. Increase Production
   
3. Sell the country to some rich companies
   

The two first will most certainly mean privatization of many public enterprises, and reduction on pay checks for a couple of years. The third one is all that and a miserable life. There are no good options just a bad one

1. Now that I'm in vacations I need something to do.
   

   
   
   

Any ideas?

1. It's all about strategy.
   

   
   
   

And this is mine.

I’m going to prove to you …

…That the fault for all the poverty isn't to blame on rich people, but rather the poor. But first let me explain something about money and rich people, and then, I promise I'll prove what I said earlier.

The rich and their money

You! Sitting on your chair while staring at you screen, almost certainly feel that rich people are the worst scum in the universe, and that they should be put out. "Why do they need so much money anyway? They have enough to have a good life already? There's no need for more!" That's what you're thinking isn't it?

But I'll give you a little secret "Rich people don't have any money", How come? Simple, they spend it all. Every time they receive money they do the following

    The steps Rich people take when handling money:

1. Pay the bills
   
2. Pay taxes
   
3. Buy shit
   
4. Buy more shit
   
5. Give away to social institutions
   
6. Invest
   
7. Save (yes this is spending too)
   
8. Waste in a bohemian life style
   
9. Collect profits, interest and pay-check
   
10. Re-do list all over again.
    

See they have no money, they have instead:

    Things Rich people have:

• Houses
  
• Funds
  
• Shit
  
• More Shit
  
• Employees
  
• Partners
  
• Companies
  
• Parties
  
• Vacations
  

But no money. Money doesn't stop moving when it reaches the Rich, in fact is putted out in circulation the faster as it possible to be. On the other hand what do the poor do with their money?

    The steps Poor people take when handling money:

1. Pay bills
   
2. Pay taxes
   
3. Buy shit
   
4. Buy more shit
   
5. Save
   
6. Collect pay check
   
7. Re-do List all over again
   

Poor people keep money, they don't invest, and don't spend the interest they've earned from their savings, poor people just like watching the money rise on their financial extract, but let's see what do poor people have

    Things Poor people have:

• Money
  
• A house
  
• Shit
  
• More shit
  
• Savings
  

That's all… because money stagnates with poor people, it stays still and no one win from that.

So whenever a rich person buys a Ferrari do not complain (unless you were going to buy one too and now there's no more stock), because the money he paid for that Ferrari goes to pay the distributor, the engineers, the workers, the patents, the metal, the gasoline, etc… In the end it goes to you, unless you're a lazy bastard that doesn't do shit for a living.

That's the end of mine explanation, and now I'll prove that the fault is actually to be blamed on the poor.



So… so… so… I lied! It's not the poor's fault, the poor are just trying to make a living the best way they can. But it's not the Rich's fault either… the fault really is from the policies there are to protect the poor that should not be protected (because there are some that deserve to be protected and others that don't)

One of those policies is the Common Agriculture Policy, which subsidizes European agricultures to produce or not to produce in a way that there's expedient to sell to developing countries at a lower price than the one they produce in those countries, making local producer's go bankrupt,

In conclusion sometimes in economics the fault are not on a group of people, but in a group of laws that we made to protect the poor and the rich.

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt



P.S.: Almost forgot if you don't eat all that you serve yourself of, you're also contributing to the worlds poverty. But I'll leave that to another time

Still about utopias

We've gather around to create the perfect world, we couldn't agree in one single world so we created three...

So we have our goals, but we still don't know how to get there. Everything is so beautiful when is only an idea, but ideas don't get done by themselves, we have to make them happen.

My part is portrait by the teacher here... I get a good night sleep, I eat a hearty breakfast, I show up (on time) and I pass the buck to you...

But I won't just sit back... for i'm with you all the away, to help in what is your need...

Starting with remembering you of times when everything was possible and bring them back.

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt,
at your service.

(In search of never land)

What a clever Godson I have

It happened last Saturday during lunch time, everyone was sited at the table, we were all except one. My godson was having a tantrum and didn't want to sit at the table and eat, although he liked the menu very much.

We waited all at the table for him to reconsider and join us so that could finally start to enjoy the fruits of my parents' labor, but he did no such thing. My father waited five minutes, but then he could not hold any more steam, he arose from his sit with a accelerated pace went to find my little godson.

They confronted each other in a place where we, the ones sited at the table could not see, but could hear; and the radio novel went like so:

Father: Behave yourself and go join us at the table, THIS INSTANT!!

Godson: NO!! I DON'T WANT TO!!!

F: Do as I tell you or you'll see!

G: No!

F: You have two options either you behave yourself or I'll slap you!

(And there was silence for 5 hole seconds where I can only assume my godson though about the words he was about to say)

G: I want the slap but with little strength

My father then granted his wish.

F: Now behave yourself and join us at the table…

G: No! I got the slap so now I don't have to behave; you go to the table…

Eventually he joined us for lunch, after a while. But here is a seven years old child that given the choice between two bad things (in one he would get hurt in the other would be his pride) he decided to control how the option he choose would affect him, Brilliant! I'm so proud! There are many adults that can't even imagine doing the same.

Adam Smith needs revision!

Sometimes I think about silly things. It’s easy; I don’t even need the wine.

I call them silly because the result isn’t always the greatest, although I get pretty good, from time to time.

Then I try to educate people in these ideas of mine, but sometimes I end up not being the best teacher…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d_dtTZQyUM

Ending up creating big pandemonium and confusion. I’ll learn one day to do things better, but until then just hold on…

Empty hopes and last dreams in some binary code

I can't write morality speeches, because my morals and ideals were long ago burned, leaving me in a grey space. Not knowing what to do next.

I have no goal, no wishes, and no ambition. Basically I'm an empty body circulating around you. I'm losing appetite for life, almost like everything is tasteless food. I have neither hunger nor strength.

It's this absence of strength, keeps me from cutting my string and having a face to face meeting with Hades.

 

I learned that there are two kinds of good men in this world; the ones who dream about flying but keep their feet on the ground, and those who put bumps on seats.

Has for me I'm living in the underground, and the show that is my life has put the every seat in epilepsy choc.

Every day I wait for better dreams, and as they don't come, I wish time could run faster, and I wonder, if my wish came true, would I ever regret wishing it or will it jump right to the end, leaving no place for regrets.

 

A Young Gentleman should not write such words, because he has still a great path ahead – Then again, maybe that's why my team mates called me "The old man", giving them the possibility to joke, every time I miss a social event, about the possibility of maybe perhaps of me losing my breath, for one last time…

Death reminds me of immortality. Immortality in the sense that I would be remember long after I pasted away. I used to think I would go immortal, to be remembered like Guy Fawkes, Achilles and Beethoven. But after having forgotten what I would stand for… There's nothing to be remembered about, except the eventual entry in this little unknown and abandon blog.

Posts about economy (or so I say), physics, social relations, games, movies, chronicles about our time, past and future. A hell bunch of words, that at the end of the day are just o's and ones strangely organized.

Empty hopes and last dreams in some binary code. Where would you put your last hopes on?

John Scar Kramer and Rorschach

What If?

There’s a point to everyone’s life in witch we ask ourselves “what if?”.
“What if it had rained?”
“What if It was the other way around?”

These two words have tormented for ages the mind of mankind. Genius are only such because they asked themselves time and time again, what if?
But be careful, for the question, doesn’t bring any answer attached, and many have suffered to the spells of its simplicity, unable to rise with a suitable answer.

Rorschach

My digestive theory.

I had an Economy professor that once said; that our generation lived in a society that was too fast for our nature to comply. He added that that is easily shown by the way we do things, we’re so addicted to this unnatural speed and adrenaline, that we seem junkies always wanting more, more and more…

Now has this way of life isn’t clearly good for our health, I came up with a theory to correct this addiction that over powers us. I call it the 3 minutes theory, although that’s not quite it.

My theory basis is that human beings should wait 3… timescales units (seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years…) to react to whatever happen (in the same unit), using that time to think about it, and to rationalize things.

Example:
Someone tells you a joke; witch takes about 30 seconds, so you should wait three seconds before laughing, so that you can reason if the joke really is worth the laugh or not.

You have been working in a project for a hole day, then you should wait 3 hours before presenting it to anyone.
(If you still have droughts’ about certain situations that may come up just live a comment saying your predicament)

This theory came to my mind, when I thought about the three hours that it takes a human to digest his meal, and how we don’t respect that, leaving many people with gastric problems.

And the time it takes to create life (9 months, 3 for the mother, 3 for the father and three for the new born), and how not respecting that creates emotional as well physical problems for all the involved.
I’m not sure; actually I don’t have the slightest idea, this is a shoot in the dark, but there could be a small possibility that this brings peace to the world.

Think about it, for three seconds
John Scar Kramer

Freedom of choise