A schizoid personality

Well, you know me, I am not judgmental. But here, I have to step in…

The situation IS very clear. Where you guys, Americans, will always rise a flag on conquered territory, as a trade mark.

The Muslims way is: to built a mosque on the ruins of conquered city… The message of what is happening around this issue in NYC now, is crystal clear, don’t misinterpret it under false “rights to practice any religion / liberty of cult / …” this is textbook jihad: The Koran (018:021) states: ‘Build a building over them, their Lord knows best about them;’ and those who prevailed in their affair said, ‘We will surely make a mosque over them.‘

This has led to the practice of building mosques to symbolize conquest over infidels for centuries.

Will you go put an American flag in the center of Hiroshima and Nagasaki as a sign of peace and repent?

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Thought it is a sad event, I cannot resist the appeal of this article.

http://edition.cnn.com/2010/US/06/20/gulf.oil.spill/

Praying is one thing, can give you peace of mind, relaxation, whatever can make you feel better. Praying expecting a result is really something else all together. But elected government asking people to pray?!?

Should I even bother to comment on that?

I would have, but there is no need, a few good souls did it for me already:

“Two hands working can do more than a thousand clasped in prayer.”

“PRAYER. How to do nothing and still think you’re helping.”

“How cute! A prayer. Republicans are adorable. I wonder what their solution to global warming is? Maybe… A prayer.”

“Give a man a fish and he will feed himself for a day; give him a religion and he will starve to death praying for a fish!”

“I.. no.. just.. just no.

Prayer?

Really? Prayer.

And these are the people that convinced others to vote for them? You literally have a better shot of getting BP’s Board of Directors loaded up with bio-hazard suits, sponges, mops and q-tips to start cleaning up the spill than you do of accomplishing something with prayer. The people of Louisiana especially have suffered enough. Please don’t make them a laughing stock by showing what they’re capable of electing.”

“while we are asking god for help, we should see if Santa and the Easter bunny can lend a hand too with the oil spill.”

I will just add something, simple observation 101: They did pray on Sunday, all together. Well, the oil spill is still there on Tuesday…

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Do you know the last one? There is a thing called “FIFA World Cup” going on in South Africa. Apparently it’s a big thing. Must be, since all media are just pouring news about it.

Of course, me, team sport… Not so big in my book, so I really don’t follow the thing. Except… When it starts to be funny, and I mean SOO funny, that even I peed (actually still am peeing) my pants.

It starts with a simple fact:

A French player insulted its coach in the dressing room. Probably not even worth mentioning if you ask me. After all… Dressing room, men of higher IQ, defeat… What do you expect? (http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20100619/wl_uk_afp/fblwc2010frauruanelkadomenech)

Well it was mentioned nonetheless, and not just that, but it is now a real Brazilian TV novellas. I am laughing my ass off several times a day, following the “development”, of that - so important - affair… (it’s not like 3045 people died from hunger in Darfur, tons of oil are still being spilled in the pacific ocean and 3 important scientific discoveries have been made while our poor players have to face this crisis, right?…)

So now, we have all the country in effervescence, looking out for the traitor who reported the incident to the press, crying with the player that have been removed from the team, enraged by “the lies” they’d been told that the team had good spirit and players were working well together.

The vice president of the French football league resigned - you should have heard him, so many tears in his voice, like the world shattered -. On Sunday, the whole team refused to go to training - here we go, strike again…-, and even the French president made a public appearance to condemn such action that show bad example to the youth - there’s another problem… soccer as example of values for youth, really?!?… -. Today at work, all people are speaking of it…

And all because a player insulted a coach in a dressing room… Wake up guys, sure it’s hard to manage 22 multi-millionaires playing with a ball on a freshly cut grass, can’t really motivate them, can you?

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Hum, is that been almost a year? Really? Well, lucky for me I did warn you in the disclaimer of this site that attendance will be sketchy at best

I have been busy (new job, new home, new PEOPLE!!!), I have been down, and I have been almost bitten this time. But it seems I still got a few aces up my sleeves. I am bouncing back. Paradoxically, by writing… Just not in this blog obviously…

Anyway the reason I am back is a radio announcement I heard, could not resist but hating my fellow human beings a little more. And “hate” is good, I mean for me it is, it’s a feeling right? So I might be… hum… “getting better” then…

So: Economic crisis, blah, blah, blah… Europe is going down, blah, blah, blah… Greece… Spain… Needless to say France is looking to reduce its deficit and so on. So one major announcement yesterday: France will push back the legal retirement age - No that is not what makes me angry - I could not care less - from… 60 to 62 (sorry fellow foreigners from countries were 65-70 is the norm… If you get retirement money at all… You’re welcome to join my hating parade…)

Well ok, I guess it is not good news for workers, and the French answer for this news is of course: Strike! (for such a powerful language with so many words of vocabulary, it seems odd that the only communication tool French people can master is striking nowadays…)

But here is the thing: Who do you think is on strike? The Mac-Donald burger flipper who will have to bust tables two more years? The baker getting up at 4:00 am every morning? The trucker, on the road 341 days per year? The manager pulling 16 hours of work per day?… Guess again…

The ones on strike are the train drivers and some administration peoples. Funny, because those categories of workers are - for now - UNTOUCHED by this change. Very clear: “Retirement age will be pushed back, except for categories of workers with special retirement regime and plans” - which the two mentioned above, have -

So either they are deaf (it was on the radio), or blind (it was on TV, surely those guys watch TV…) or they don’t know how to read (it was in the papers), or they are just plain stupid - Maybe, just maybe -

But I think you miss one crucial piece of information still… those guys on strike, care to venture a guess when THEY will retire?… Between 52 and 55…

So for those who judged me for hating… Do you feel some love for those guys now? Come on, hop in, there is still room in the hating wagon, TCHOU! TCHOUU!

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It was the election for the European parliament last weekend. And of course prior to this event we had our share of political campaigning.

Which in Europe, or at least in France means on top of mailboxes full of dead trees, you have people in public places distributing the trees that did not died during the first mailing actions.

So picture this: I, my wife and our daughter are going to the market for a very brief stop to get fresh vegetables for lunch. Of course the place is filled with roaming agent supporting one candidate or another. But with my usual ways around people, I slalom easily around them, a simple eye contact or little finger nudges being enough to stop their efforts at serving me their tracks.

That is until one guy starts to insist… There is always one that thinks is smarter than the others, go figures… Anyway, neither my attempt to ignore him nor my little finger gesture stops his ardent political fever, so I have to use the voice, and simply say: “Sorry, not interested” (and automatically blame myself for the “sorry” part, since frankly I am not, and I don’t see why I’ll be sorry for him bothering me, but hey, old language habits die hard).

Anyway, the guy starts his pre-learnt speech: “It’s important, Europe is the reason why we are in such trouble…” Then, my wife tells him “Europe as nothing to do with that, Humanity is the real problem”. I am like - is she reading my mind or what? - But I can still manage to add “Yeah, it’s a question of vision, yours is too small…” And my wife to conclude “really not interested, we are misanthropes”. Then he stopped insisting.

Did I mention I love my wife?

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So, AirFrance lost a plane with 228 people on board, and it is suddenly the mega news everywhere.

Well I certainly understand the tragedy for the family and friends. I also get Air France and Airbus being very sad (about the economic and marketing fallouts - the toll of human life being of little consequences to them).

What I don’t get is all the buzz around it. OK, it’s worthy news the day it happens, I guess we don’t lose a plane that often. But come on! 228 dead? What have they that is so special that media feel the need to talk about them again and again, and again?

Sure it’s a tragedy, fine I get that. But damn it, 228 dead it’s nothing, not even a dent in the average 166 000 daily death around the world. And quite frankly I am not even that concerned with the worldwide mortality rate, it’s the birth rate that scares the hell out of me. Why don’t you make the news with that? Because, hey, people, wake up! We are going straight to wall there! And the consequences are far worse than a plane crashing into the Atlantic…

http://www.poodwaddle.com/worldclock.swf

http://www.who.int/research/en/

EDIT: And now they sent a nuclear submarine to recover the black boxes… Seriously? You have ANY idea of the number of lives you could save with the cost of that operation? MUCH, MUCH more than 228!

But hey, please, do not save any lives. If you did I could not enjoy that comfortable life of mine anymore, so keep up the good job there. You know what, sent another submarine, in backup, you never know, the area seems dangerous after all.

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Far from huge social themes, extra complex analysis, or deep personal revelations, I thought today I should just share one of those tiny, tiny event that pave my days.

This morning, like any other work day, I left at 7h15, and made my 20 minutes stroll to the train station. I have been doing that for 8 months now. So I know the way to get there (and, mind you I knew the way before that because I already lived there, and had to make the same trip down the train station).

I like my morning stroll. I could easily get a bus to bring me to the station, but I rather prefer walking there. My itinerary goes thru really calm parts of town, so at this hour I am the only one walking in the streets, and it’s soothing, I can observe the streets, or more usually wander in my mind.

Well this morning, I was so into my own little world that, as I came across the long stairs I need to climb down, I actually continued forward for another 100 meters. Only then did I register I was on the wrong path, and turned around to get on tracks.

Nothing extraordinary, barely worth mentioning really. Who never missed its street in a moment of inattention? (Though it must still be less common while walking than while driving…)

BUT, the thing is, I KNEW I was missing my corner… Just took me 100m to accept that I had to go back

Here’s exactly what happened:

I am walking, thinking of a woman resurrecting from her ashes, like a Phoenix, and finally coming to terms with her long misunderstood powers (don’t ask, just accept I have strange thoughts sometimes…)

I see the stairs, I TURN MY HEAD and actually identify them. At that moment, it is very clear in my mind that I should turn. Yet, I continue forward, absorbed by the scene playing in my head. A little farther I think over the images filling my head “did you just passed the stairs? I think you did…” Only then do I stop, make my way back and get down the stairs, while continuing with my Phoenix lady story in the background… A quite typical morning for me indeed!

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