Shot captured 16.01.2012, 00.05. People are chilling around a camp fire on the middle lane of a large down town boulevard. It’s a reassuring site for the photographer: the palace of Justice seems to be on the side of the mob, for now. Prowling the streets with the camera around my neck, I have a story of my own about what happened last night. It all started a year or so ago, with the moves of the government: pay cuts, public humiliation of specific classes, large scale theft and the persistence of characters widely disrespected, such as a short PM and Udrea.

At the time, I classified their actions as acts of vandalism to be followed by the true vandals. As a parenthesis, the ancient law of this land transpired to our times one article in the form of a proverb, something like Y who cultivates rain shall collect storm – but the original Romanian form also in includes a hint about “I told you so!”.

Then some weak public protests that didn’t impress anyone, let alone the media dogs, which I recall openly calling for a revolution on past occasions, to no unveil. Things were gloomy. Poverty and a rich government were climbing, but nothing happened, because the government targets were domains that didn’t work, people don’t like them or they were already half dead, such as education, police or public sanitation. Months passed in the apathy of the Romanians.

The perfect scene for a bunch of fellows who just like to fight. They get a special kind of high from a fight and a triple dose from a street fight. I have a list of reasons to like them. I’m not defending them. I just know them and their current PR distorted their image. Some of them will hire legal assistants to face their destruction charges. Some are too poorly educated to even know there’s free legal representation in Romania, if you can’t afford a lawyer. Some are uber-educated people that traveled hundreds of kilometers, infiltrated amongst the peaceful protesting crowd for long cold hours, studied tens of police enforcers and looked them in the eye without a mask, then caught a moment off-guard and threw a rock to put the cop down. He didn’t go through all that trouble to injure. If he heard there were 1000 jandarmi at km. 35, in the middle of the field on the highway, he would be there to smack one of the cops. These guys can not be stopped by any enforcement system. Then there’s the Ultra’s, the Mad Dogs, the Yellow dogs, the Red Dogs, the New Right, the guys from Pantelimon, and the countless Fight Clubs with different names and creeds scattered throughout the country. All these guys were feeling humiliated, beaten at their own game, watching extreme vandalism in the Romanian politics and not having a piece of the action. They were laying idle, waiting for a crowd to spark the barrel of gunpowder. Then, last night, they put on a show about Romanian protests. The message was: you can fuck with the masses for a long time but there’s a tiny chance that it will turn into a bad day in Bosnia.

It’s true that the collective intellect of the masses is much lower then that of any individual, but the corrupted political class has lowered the level of intellectual insulting to such a standard that the only agreeable course of action was to beat the crap out of somebody representing the government.

Romania a pierdut in perioada 1952-1960 printr-o firma sovieto-romana cea mai mare rezerva energetica a tarii, 17.288 tone de uraniu. Gheorghe Gheorghiu-Dej s-a suparat foc, pentru ca sovieticii “noua nu ne-au dat utilaje pentru extragerea uraniului”.

[Mi-o luat ochii pasajul introductiv, ca argintul matzei: deloc intamplator, Uraniul e cel mai scump secret ingropat la Rosia]

Politicienii de astazi vor sa dea unei firme canadiano-romane cu actionariat american, zacamintele de metale rare si pretioase de la Rosia Montana in schimbul locurilor de munca. Participatia Romaniei in aceasta firma este de doar 20% si risca sa ajunga al 0,6% in urma ultimei majorari de capital, la care actionarul roman nu a putut participa. Statul urmeaza sa suporte cheltuielile de intretinere a barajului si a sistemelor de captare, monitorizarea emisiilor de acid cianhidric, pompare si tratare a apei pe o perioada nedeterminata, estimate la 12 milioane de euro anual.

Nu ati semnat inca petitia pe www.rosiamontana.net, va rugam sa faceti asta chiar acum.

Statul roman ar primi 4% redevente pentru aur si argint. Presa vorbeste despre majorarea acestui procent la 6% prezentata ca o negociere reusita, fara se spuna ca in tari ca Africa de Sud redeventele pentru metale pretioase sunt de minim 20%.

In cele 200 de milioane de tone de minereu care se doresc a fi procesate cu cianuri la Rosia Montana, se estimeaza a fi 1,5 grame de aur pe tona de minereu si 11, 7 grame de argint pe tona. Daca nu vi se pare o exploatare rentabila aveti dreptate! Motivatia pentru acest proiect sta in metalele rare care insotesc zacamintele de aur. Vanadiu – 2500 grame pe tona,  arseniu – 5000 grame pe tona,  titan – 1000 grame pe tona,  molibden – 10 grame pe tona, nichel – 30 de grame pe tona, crom – 50 grame pe tona, cobalt – 30 grame pe tona, galiu – 300 grame pe tona, germaniu – 20 grame pe tona, wolfram, etc.

Daca punem aceste resurse in context mondial, epuizarea resurselor de energie si nevoia dezvoltarii energiilor regenerabile, a panourilor fotovoltaice si turbinelor eoliene, descoperim ca prima criza cu care se va confrunta lumea nu va fi cea petroliera ci a metalelor neferoase.

Galiu, spre exemplu, care se gaseste la Rosia Montana in cantitati de 300 de ori mai mari decat aurul, este folosit in fabricarea panourilor fotovoltaice si pretul actual este de 900 de dolari pe Kg.  Utilizarea lui va creste pe masura ce tehnologiile vor fi perfectionate si rentabilitatea energiei solare va creste cu scumpirea petrolului.

26% din resursele de cupru extractabil din scoarta Pamantului s-au pierdut deja in gropi de gunoi. Inchiderea minei de cupru de la Rosia Poieni pentru a se face loc RMGC  a dus la disponibilizarea a sute de muncitori, de care oficialii Gold Corporation nu isi aduc aminte cand fac calculele locurilor de munca.

Din anumite informatii, in contractul de concesiune secretizat se spune ca orice metal in plus recuperat intra in beneficiul celui care exploateaza zacamintul. Falsa desecretizare trambitata de Traian Basescu nu a facut lumina asupra acestui aspect.

Turcia, Cehia, Grecia, Costa Rica, Germania, Argentina, Filipinie au interzis mineritul cu cianuri. Parlamentul European a cerut Comisiei Europene interzicerea acestei tehnilogi de minerit pana la sfarisitul anului 2011. Aduceti-va aminte de accidentul de la Baia Mare de acum 10 ani. Ungaria l-a considerat cea mai mare catastrofa dupa Cernobal. Statul roman are de platit circa 200 de milioane de dolari despagubiri.

La Rosia Montana ar urma sa se foloseasca aproximativ 1.561.000 tone substante periculoase, dintre care 84.000 tone de cianura in cea mai mare cariera cu crater deschis din Europa si cel mai mare baraj, inalt de 185 m. Ganditi-va la efectele pe care un posibil accident le-ar avea asupra Deltei Dunarii, un ultim bastion european pentru protejarea biodiversitatii.

Rosia Montana este unul dintre siturile cele mai bogate in resurse de patrimoniu cultural ale Romaniei, cuprinzand intr-un teritoriu intins pe cca. 650 ha 50 monumente istorice clasate, dintre care 7 desemnate ca monumente de valoare nationala si universala. De asemenea, patrimoniul cultural de la Rosia Montana este recunoscut si prin Planul de Amenajare a Teritoriului National.

Acest statut juridic de protectie plaseaza Rosia Montana inaintea multor orase prin numarul si valoarea monumentelor istorice si pe primul loc intre asezarile rurale ale Romaniei.   Conform legii, protejarea si punerea in valoare a acestor valori instituite reprezinta lucrari de utilitate publica, de interes national.

Academia Romana, Casa Regala, ICOMOS (Comitetul International al Monumentelor si Siturilor), ca organizatie expert a UNESCO, Ad Astra, Alburnus Maior, ONG-uri din Romania si internationale, numerosi experti, institutii, studenti si cercetatori români din strainatate (RSSA, LSRS) recomanda si sustin includerea Rosiei Montane în Patrimoniul UNESCO.

Constatam ca rusinea de a fi roman si lipsa de reactie a romanilor in fata nedreptatilor a fost indusa de aceleasi televiziuni care astazi sunt complice la cel mai mare jaf din istoria poporului roman.

Va aflati printre putinii care au rezistat campaniei de dezinformare in care au fost angajate televiziunile, de aceea  va solicitam implicarea nu doar ca simplu semnatar, ci ca militant, sa faceti cunoscut adevarul despre proiectul minier de la Rosia Montana. Promovati petitia online, dati acest mesaj mai departe!

Petitia noastra de pe www.rosiamontana.net a strans peste 30.000 de semnaturi, la care se adauga alte 27.000 de semnaturi pe hartie stranse in Bucuresti prin actiunea “la corturi” din ultimele 3 saptamani, la care au luat parte peste 350 de voluntari.

Eforturile noastre au fost remarcate si amintite intr-o recenta dezbatere din Parlamentul European. In urma dezbaterii, Comisia pentru Petitii a Parlamentului European a anuntat ca se va deplasa in Romania la inceputul lunii noiembrie pentru o ancheta asupra proiectului de la Rosia Montana. Va propunem ca pana atunci, doar cu ajutorul dvs.  sa strangem 100.000 de semnaturi din toata tara, iar in preajma vizitei CE sa organizam de la Casa Poporului spre sediul Comisiei Europene in Bucuresti cel mai mare mars de protest pentru Rosia Montana, la care vom putea invita toti semnatarii petitiei.

Atasam acestui mesaj tabelul pe care puteti strange semnaturi si textele petitiilor asociate.

Daca sunteti din Bucuresti ni-l puteti inmana completat la sfarsitul lunii, cand vom stabili o intalnire la unul din corturi, pana atunci va rugam sa ne comunicati intentia de a strange semnaturi printr-un email la petitii@rosiamontana.net sau SMS la 0727.769.509. cu nume, telefon si email. Tinem legatura pentru a va comunica locul si data exacta la care vom colecta semnaturile stranse.

Daca sunteti din provincie, trimiteti semnaturile prin posta la punctul de lucru din Cluj al asociatiei Alburnus Maior pe Str. David Ferencs, nr 10, ap. 5 Cluj-Napoca, Jud. Cluj, 400102 Romania si o copie scanata pe adresa petitii@rosiamontana.net

Aveti si optiunea de a ajuta la desfasurarea acestei campanii de acasa, pe calculator. Trimiteti un email pe voluntar@rosiamontana.net prin care sa va manifestati disponibilitatea si o sa primiti detalii.

In Bucuresti am obtinut avize pentru amplasare de corturi si bannere in sectorul 1 si recent in sectorul 4.

Locatiile sunt:

Sectorul 4: Metrou Tineretului; Metrou Constantin Brancoveanu, Metrou Piata Sudului, Sos. Giurgiului – Piata Progresu, Metrou Aparatorii Patriei, Piata Unirii (capatul tramvaielor), Metrou Eroii Revolutiei.

Sectorul 1: Piata Universitatii, Piata Romana, Piata Victoriei, Charles de Gaulle si Perla.

Va rugam sa va programati pe http://www.rosiamontana.net/la-corturi/ pentru voluntariat la corturi si sa recomandati prietenilor. Avem nevoie de participarea voastra!

Va multumim!

Ionut Parausanu, voluntar pentru Rosia Montana
Tel.  0727.769.509 / Fax. 0215.698.840

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but a Scorpio with whom the stars had a laugh.

Zodiac: Scorpio / (le) scorpion

Human specimen: Ion Hundeschlampigesohn

After trying out different races of men, Ion’s french nymphomaniac mother heard a romanian shepherd could allegedly have enough stamina to fully please her desires. This vague yet annoyingly precise type of man suggested by a madame in a brothel where Qui Hundeschlampigesohn [mot-a-mot translation That SonOfTheBitch'sDog] used to work for free got her interested. Mademoiselle Qui got her last name after La Resistance eventually won and disgraced the Nazi’s french bitches [the really beautiful ones, whom preferred to ride in Mercedes rather than '45 Peugeot ], in envy [thus reducing the future female potential of the french race to genetic copies of Resistance women, all hairy, stinky and battle ready]. Upon meeting Qui in his stable / bedroom, Ion’s father told her to throw her clothes away. For good? she asked. They will be out of fashion by the time we’re done here, mademoiselle. This is the story of Ion Hundeschlampigesohn’s procreation. 7 years later he wasn’t school ready yet, to let him enjoy his childhood a bit more. And enjoyed he did, playing doctor with unsuspecting 3 year olds and fantasizing about making any girl purr. Of course, the early training helps a young sexual oriented mind. Ion’s sweet 16 meant that he discovered rule 27: the internet contains porn about/with/involving anything you can think of.  At age 23 he reached sexual maturity, which for Ion was intercourse with 35 Thai women. At age 30 he had a wild passion for horses <try the 3rd combination of “passion&horses” that pops in your mind, if you’re neither sick or a Scorpio> which ended with the amputation of his right leg. At age 35 he devised a fucking machine. The prototype malfunctioned and split his anus, colon and a section of the small intestine, but he perfected the machine, patented and got rich. Ion’s mid-life crisis involved a red Porsche, ca la noi in Germania, but also found him striving for building a legacy. Thus, he set about building a carousel fucking-machines attached to chains, all spinning. In testing mode, he loaded the carousel with 3 whores, then he got himself in, to counter-balance the contraption. There was nobody else in the workshop to stop the machine from spinning, so they were discovered by the maid the next morning. Ion has found hies early demise, along with 2 bitches. The blonde one was still alive and enjoyed the ride.

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but a seriously unbalanced Libra.

Zodiac: Libra / Tule

Human specimen: Pondere Ocanel

And poor he was indeed, Pondere. He always thought this could have been a result of him being born tired, which forced him prematurely in the psychic operational phase to allow mathematical calculus to be used for preserving energy at age 5. About 80% of the day’s energy consumption was directed to energy-consumption related activities, such as estimating consumption, improving the energy consumption of handling objects and so on and so forth. By the time he was 24, Pondere Ocanel mastered the art of living with the lowest energy consumption a human can safely endure, and he turned to transforming the whole idea in a more aesthetically attractive one. Up until then, all appliances around him, his body, his face, his house, his Facebook account, they were all a mess. All this turned around, in a very slow and bizarre way. Try picking up the right tie with the least movements possible. Try whole outfits with the lowest energy consumption possible. Try redesigning and rebuilding the toilet that you already redesigned and rebuilt so you can pee while sleeping. It took ages. Finally, a system was laid out by the time he reached 34. Not a moment too soon, because this was the time the very patient parents of Pondere Ocanel decided to cut the umbilical cord. The credit account, that is. Pondere was suddenly faced to turning his art of living aesthetically on low human energy consumption into a trade. There was no other option. This thing took his entire life and energy. There was nothing else he could do. His good taste led him to the field of wedding organizing, where he introduced a niche a bit more eccentric than Eco-weddings with 0 carbon emission. His art was organizing weddings with the least human energy consumption possible. After the first 2 gigs, he decided to take 1 contract per year, as it provided enough money for the low energy life he had for the rest of the year.

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but an Aries that bashed his head against the general notion of luck.

Zodiac: Aries

Human specimen: Dolly Blunt

A fine mixture between a sheep and a battering ram filled with weed and set on fire, Dolly blunt is the typical Aries in the sense that she needs herself and her for-fathers all lit up and ready to puff before she even gets out of bed. That is possibly the slowest part of the day for Dolly, the minutes when she only washes her goat teeth while dressing up like a skittles miss-match. The nerves, the tension, the multi-pluri tasking and the whirlpool of activities that collapse around her begin shortly after. Hardly can you find a single object that functions properly after Dolly touches it; you mustn’t say that out loud, of course, or you risk to unleash the hysteria of all red hell upon you. The glass that wasn’t broken will now break in your head, for you have provided the casus bello by pointing out that the glass is in danger. Danger?! Madness? This is Dolly Blunt, you sorry ass spartan, and none of your 300 hundred thousand will ever match her appetite for war. Of course, she lives in Sussex, Malcomshire, so no real war can be fought in that dump; she resolves to fighting in her head, all by her self, dug in like Rambo, squeezing the trigger while thousand of opponents are cut to the ground by the machine guns of her unwitty intellect. Oh, how she wishes she was smarter, just by a bit; she could find a come-back to her boss at the calamari-sorting plant when he says – pick it up, crew, the calamari won’t sort it self…!

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but an Taurus that bashed his head against reason.

Zodiac: Taurus

Human specimen: Bre Bere

Bre Bere could have been many kind of traffic agents, if the vast domain of car driving would have required a little more intellect then it does. As it turns out, any half bread animal can do the entire job, so Bre Bere undertook the task personally. He has the only poly – syllable name that he likes. He prefers first name, Bre, which is easier to spell and serves him as a draft in spelling the family name. The zodiac and nature haven’t been kind to Bre, but his godfather was: just by remembering and repeating his full name, Bre can: ask for sex, beer, food; express his understanding or lack of understanding; present himself as a police officer; ask for ID; express possession over material things, express empathy or love [more in a dog sense the last one]. Bre Bere looks like a Teutonic god that was recently stripped of all his powers, turned into a mortal and awaiting carnal decay. He hopes that decay is a gold medallion and he will be given 2 of those after drinking 600 lagers/year if he manages to masturbate 600 times that year. He understood that medallions are somehow like medals, given to the worthy – and worthy you are indeed if you managed to love/rape 3 out of 4 women you meet, thinks Bre. He reached all these healthy conclusions in life slowly, only mastered the 4 of them when he reached 35, but 4 solid pieces of knowledge should do. Life is short and one needn’t think too much about organizing the disciplines in one’s head when everybody else is clearly amazed of the amount of awe Bre can aquire when he talks about his solid principles and the futility of changing them.

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but a Virgo that got seriously screwed.

Zodiac: Virgo / Fecioara

Human specimen: Schedhall Virginius

Schedhall Virginius wakes up. Immediately, he picks up a pencil and writes down on a piece of paper, next to his bed: good news! He is 189, looking good for his age. Well, he looks 95. His grand-grand-grandparents had an ugly child at age 45. That kid had a fixed marriage with a girl conceived by her parents when they were 45, which was possible because she was ugly. The ugly couple had two children when they were 55, an ugly boy and a beautiful girl, who went on to be the beautiful wife of an average looking fellow, who’s parents conceived him at age 55 and they themselves were conceived at age 45. The new hot couple had a child at age 75, and that kid went on to marry the mother of Schendall Verginius [which was hot] and conceive Verginius at age 105. Schendall’s long life was the product of genetics calculus, long before he was even born. His mother added a special twist to the plan by giving birth to him in the sign of Virgo, a better suited astronomical time to be born in a pre-programed life. The year that contains the morning that finds Verginius alive still is not too important. What matters today, this morning… argh, the dishes. He will do the dishes first. Time is no longer measured in years that passed since prophets. It is done scientifically, so it can be tuned with the outer-colonies. You don’t do the dishes anymore, it’s a button press. Than Verginius washes up. Extra-carefully with the old dangling skin this morning. There are automatic washers, but he prefers to do it by hand this morning; every morning, for that matter, but he’s also keeping count of the “dead time” of his existence [time spent sleeping, waiting in line at the traveler's spot office, time spent opening snail mail wit a snail-mail opener]. This morning is the morning scheduled to impregnate a woman who’s past 5 generations have been practicing scheduled reproduction, a technique that will expand the life span of their offspring to 250 years of age. Verginius is rightfully anxious; will he be up to it? or does he just look 95?

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but an unfortunate twin Gemini.

Zodiac: Gemini / Zwillinge (Tierkreiszeichen) [deutch] / Tweeling [afrikaans] / Kaksoset (Eläinradan merkki) [suomi]

Human specimen: Brothers Grylls

Gemini are special; Gemini twins, double so. The life long dream of a German geneticist literally came in an experiment that simultaneously impregnated a British woman with semen from an Afrikaans father and a suomi father, resulting non-identical twins with different fathers. As part of the experiment, the twins, called Teddy and Bear, got separated at age 12, allegedly to prove that Gemini suffer from a very short memory and they will quickly forget about each other. As the life of Bear Grylls presents little interest without knowing the flip side of that coin, that what happened to his twin brother after being adopted by a Japanese wealthy family, I will elucidate you in that matter. Teddy Grylls is unlikely to eat shit in a Romanian forest, and his suomi father has little to do with that. His eyes elongated while staying in Japan with the Takyoto family as his own, at least that’s what they tell him, because he never remembers the plastic surgeries performed to small details of his anatomy. They were made spontaneously, each time the teenager scratched, a trip to the plastic surgery clinic to “fix him up”. He indeed quickly forgot about his twin brother, than he quickly learned half of the Japanese alphabet and half of the basic vocabulary, thereon partially relying on others English knowledge to properly communicate. His upper financial status and loose sexual habits of bourgeois Japanese girls meant that he payed to have sex with several girls in his entourage, including 4 that would have done him for free. While experiencing flashes of his past life as a Suomi British combined with an Afrikaans by a German geneticist, he somehow became preoccupied by the idea that his ultimate purpose in life has something to do with grills and quickly deduced that reproduction – better still – reproduction on a grill must be it; as no sane Japanese girl was likely to indulge that fantasy, Teddy traveled to Taiwan, rented a bungalow and 25 women and started fucking them on the biggest and best looking electric grill he could find in Taipei City, until one of the hookers started the thing up, unaware, frying his little Japanese balls.

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be a Sagittarius that never missed a mark, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but a Lion that was never destined to become king.

Zodiac: leu / Leu / LEU!!!!

Human specimen: Buchaleees Driver Imbecilus

The Buchaleees Imbecilus is born without a steering wheel in his hand. He is extremely vulnerable to cars his entire life, but the danger inflicted by such machines upon him varies with his age. Before 10 years of age, the typical Leo specimen is 4 times more likely to be hit by a car than other kids, largely because he is convinced that his skull can handle it and partly because he thinks that he has right of passage before other mortals, regardless of traffic rules. Between ages 11 and 21, Buchaleees Imbecilus slowly grasps the true purpose of his pathetic life. It is around this ages when the brighter and best individuals of the subspecies die whilst realizing the uselessness of their existence. The remaining bunch becomes aware by their need of a car or another sort of vehicle, depending on the part of the world they are living in. If within 500 km of Bucharest, their urge to drive a car through that city will become overwhelming between ages 21 and 51. The complete specimen of Buchaleees Driver Imbecilus is ready to hit the streets only after they have been asked to leave by anybody they know and then they will preferably do it behind the wheel of a car or several cars, as they get smashed, manged and destroyed. The need to drive a car is beyond any other purpose, as they are now in charge. They and they alone can now end the life of each one of the pedestrians, the puny pedestrians that are struggling to cross the street. They have power over power it self, or at least over power horses, which is a form of power that translates into power, which they love and adore almost as much as they adore themselves. BDI will likely be involved in an accident, flee the scene by driving backwards once more over the body of the old lady they hit and then run straight home to dispose of the material evidence. This is when BDI is most likely to burn the car, but keep a small piece of the bloody bumper as a souvenir around his neck. BDI will probably ask for a huge discount from the jeweler that he hires to cast the piece of bumper into gold, irritating the fellow after letting him know what the plastic peace means, which will be the end means for the BDI to get into police custody.

For all conglomerates of matter there are anti-conglomerates-of-matter in nature. There are forces and reactions to them, sounds that can be silenced with other sounds, presidents and tramps, light and… well, you get’it. Whilst you, masses, decided to be lame enough to let the Universe decide some 12 base sets of characteristics 4 you, life hasn’t been so kind to all specimens on the planet. Read the entire New York Times Zodiac on a Tuesday and you will find that everybody on the Planet is doing moderately well, is yet to have a slight temporary trouble or win some money. How about the miss-fortunate? The Pisces that guided Murphy to make his pessimistic laws? The Aquarius that lives true to his astral sign, but in the worst possible sequence of universal events?  While you might be the king Lion in your neighborhood, sau un adevarat Taur comunal, perhaps a well-pondered Libra, mind you how fate twists and turns given the same astral direction and take a look at the seemingly unforeseeable effects the stars can have upon you. Well, not you, my allegedly worthy reader, but a Cancer … malign.

Zodiac: Rac / Cancer / Karkinos

Human specimen: Brakia Mucilaginousea

Brakia Mucilaginousea was a young girl born in Finland. Little did she know that her name has more to do with her suicidal thoughts than her nationality. Her very first morning was Monday; by a strange calendar coincidence, her birthday was to fall on a Monday 27 times during her lifetime. Her first favorite band was thus Boomtown Rats, but she later grew up, found Bjork and became a dyke. When she met her first boyfriend, she thought he will be driving a white Mustang, kiss her on the fifth date and then text her about it for a few weeks before she’d let him get to second base. Instead, he tricked her into a blindfolded game and then placed his dick in her mouth. She became strangely scared of blind folds, then red and brown ties, then collars and scarfs, before she met her first true love, Heidi Zergaroff, a black Austrian lesbian backpacking through Finland. Brakia fell in love with Heidi in a bus station, at -21* C. Back in Heidi’s hotel room, they talked for 25 minutes, then Brakia cried for 3 and a half hours. Heidi gave her a compassion blowjob because she literally ran out of methods to make Brakia feel better, then sent her home and left the city a day earlier than programed, just to avoid Mucilaginousea. Brakia noted down Heidi’s number tough, but her own tears disolved part of the paper and she never saw her since. She later came to the conclusion that her type of woman was young black Austrians and she went to Austria to get herself just that. She married Guylame Mbunda 3 days after she met her and than learned that her nationality was actually Nigerian and she was straight. She fell out of love with Guylame but remained married to her for 13 years, then slowly poisoned her with lead for 4 more years. When Guylame finally died, Brakia cried for 2 and a half weeks, then took a vow of chastity and retreated in a monastery that banned the use of ties, collars and scarfs within it’s premises.

A short research on the end of the world is a hard task these days. I was wondering if we could all perish any time soon, and we all know our kin has a long list of methods to accomplish that. As it turns out, Google is useless for this research, because 64 million pages are written about 2012. How about other dates for world end? You will wish you thought of a back-up date in 13.12.2012…

Worry not! the mighty Internet is to be trusted once again! there is science behind the madness, simple as it may be: numerical counting. The End of the world has been predicted before, quite a few times: 64800 times and counting [the only bit of real scientific data I've found in my entire research on the subject]. Of course, I understand the guilty delicious urge to interpret numbers in your favor, I was once in love with math just like the next fellow, so I will offer an interpretation of that number, to underline my point: the recorded history has a length of about 5000 years, and during this time, the end of the world was predicted 64800 times. Should you choose to abandon accuracy for a moment and divide the two numbers, you will find that some people thought the end will come roughly every 28 days. Surely, some people must have been some women, because the mathematical period is a period.

The most recent date was predicted by an evangelist who spent nearly half a century interpreting numerical dates scattered throughout the Bible; he suggests you put your affairs in order before the 21st of may 2011, in about 3 weeks time. That should be enough time to make final arrangements, considering that your will-be inheritors will either be joining you in eternal life within the bosom of god or will be busy fighting the lost battle of Armageddon with the biblical forces of evil. Even better news, you don’t necessary die in that day! you get to witness the descent of Messiah, the Judgment Day and possibly even transcend, if you are the right faith.

Between the year 999 and 1001, the fortune of the Vatican based church – – doubled! “Doubled” sounds like a financial engineering money engine now, but mind you, they were pretty rich already, before their followers started assuming that the end is near [year 1000, 1K - sounds familiar?] and donating their earthly belongings en mass [to the church]. I would like you guys to invent a new end of the world. Do what you must, resurrect Nostradamus if you need his help in preparing new highs, but make it sound like: due to the imminent proximity to our race’s galactic demise, we recon ALL church-like, mosque-like, spaghettoGod-like institutions around the world will renounce their ENTIRE fortunes to their fellows . Now that would be scary.

Urmarea? Directorul institutului a fost demis fara explicatii la data de 16 Apr 2010… [de ce l-or fi demis, cand el a inaintat raportul secret ? ! ]

Mai toata lumea cumpara vestitele iaurturi “probiotice” de când capitalismul salbatic ni le-a adus în magazine, crezând ca-si fac un bine sanatatii. În plus copiilor le plac reclamele hazoase si gustul lor dulceag, cu fel de fel de arome, naturale evident!

– Danone e Satana, n-are nici un strop de lapte in procesul de fabricatie, produsele lor nu au vazut in trecutul apropiat cum arata o vaca.

Iata însa ca în vreme ce producatorul francez Danone a trebuit sa plateasca $35,000,000 pentru a închide procesul aflat pe rol în SUA împotriva sa, la noi afacerile lor sunt cât se poate de prospere, ni se vinde în continuare asa ceva:

Putina lume stie ce manânca. si mai putina lume citeste ambalajul la ce manânca. Iar si mai putina lume are notiuni de microbiologie.

Iaurturile probiotice “ inventia concernelor americane “ spre exemplu, contin bacterii care nu au fost folosite înainte niciodata în alimentatie.

Una din aceste bacterii este specia “Bifidobacterium bifidum”. Aceste bacterii se gasesc de fapt de obicei în flora vaginala, în rect, si în tractul uro-genital, în excremente de porci si alte animale. Aceste bacterii nu sunt prezente în mod normal niciodata în intestinele subtiri, în stomac sau în gura, în afara ca omul a facut contact direct cu cele de mai sus.

Aceste bacterii bifide nu supravietuiesc de regula acidului din stomac atunci când sunt ingurgitate pentru a nu periclita flora intestinala, în special din cel subtire.

Concernele nu numai ca ni le-au introdus în iaurturi, însa le-au si modificat genetic ca sa supravietuiasca acidului din stomac. De aici se poate deduce reauavointa si perversitatea celor care le-au destinat pentru consum, constienti fiind de inconstienta umanitatii moderne.

Prin intermediul iaurtului “probiotic” folosit ca un cal troian microbiologic, aceste bacterii vaginale si fecale modificate genetic ajung în intestinul subtire al omului, acest lucru ducând la tot felul de probleme ulterioare, caci prin ele se schimba automat flora naturala care este înlocuita cu o flora tipic vaginala. Danone & Co creeaza deci un fel de flora vaginala în intestine, ceva contrar naturii umane si cu efecte nocive pt. sanatate, atat pe termen scurt cat mai ales pe termen lung!

Cunoscutul specialist în technica alimentara Udo Pollmer, care apare des la televiziunea germana ca specialist în domeniu pe teme de alimentatie, a facut cunoscut acest fapt în una din cartile sale. La televizor el însa nu poate vorbi de asa ceva si nici nu este întrebat. Nu-i de mirare la cât se câstiga cu reclama la iaurturile “probiotice” de catre posturile de televiziune. Cum sa-ti alungi clientii ?

Bacteriile profane de iaurt însa nu au obiceriul sa se lipeasca de peretii intestinelor caci ele traiesc din lapte proaspat si nu din lucrurile digerate. Pe de alta parte bacteriile probiotice nu sunt în stare sa faca lapte gros caci aceasta sarcina o au bacteriile lactoacide. De aceea aceste bacteri (probiotice) se introduc în amestec pe alta cale, ulterior, în iaurtul deja fermentat.” (Udo Polmmer) Problema si mai mare este ca de la introducerea “proboticelor”, concernele au convins, încetul cu încetul, ori prin persuativitatea tipic americana ori prin pretul mai ieftin al culturilor acestea, cam toti producatorii de iaurturi “indiferent ca este probiotic sau nu “ sa foloseasca tot aceste bacterii nocive la preparat iaurtul “ asa ca este greu de gasit înca un iaurt natural facut cu bacterii traditionale. Bacteriile traditionale folosite la facut iaurtul proveneau înainte de la vitel sau vaca. Dupa Pollmer ele se numesc Streptococcus thermophilus si Lactobacillus bulgaricus.

În Germania este acum foarte greu de gasit un iaurt care sa nu aiba culturi bifide. Cu alte cuvine este greu de gasit un iaurt care nu este produs din bacterii vaginale si fecale.

Daca cineva foloseste aceleasi bacterii pt. stomac si pt. vagin, ceva trebuie sa fie gresit, nu credeti ? Eu va spun direct si negru pe alb ca aceasta politica a marilor concerne alimentare care au aderat la “Codex Alimentarius” este dusa in scopul imbolnavirii populatiei prin otravirea cu bacterii vaginale si fecale, pentru ducerea la bun sfarsit la Planului de reducere drastica a populatiei mondiale, iar Romania, care din anul 2010 a aderat la acest “Codex”, datorita guvernului criminal care o conduce, face astazi tot posibilul pentru a-si “termina” cetatenii ! In curand pensionarii vor depasi populatia activa in raport de 2/1 si trebuie exterminati, asta face Guvernul cel lenes, in loc sa-i puna la treaba pe plictisiti.

Consumati in continuare aceste produse ce contin bacerii fecale si vaginale si in cativa ani veti face cancer de colon, intre alte afectiuni grave!