Out of a whim

Out of a whim I wrote the last post. For a tiny fraction of time I believed that “what the hell - how much more obvious can it be?”. That same whim led me to take part in the genesis of a worker union. Yet whim it was and whim it will stay at least for me. But it was the enstict to preserve my psychological and rational integrity that thrusts me out like a bullet.

What I’ve experienced is total selfishness and a fear towards whatever might even suggest leftism. At a time when me, a non-organised asshole sees as more than evident that left is the way out I smashed my head onto a wall of beliefs that I thought would be long over for people that are being exploited in their work.

Well it seems that the I.T. sector remains what it always was. Classless in its dreamy world. A large field of dreams with a loose connection to reality. What I got was a mindset of “fuck everyone else - we want raise - we don’t wanna show solidarity to the workers at the company down the street - we will focus on our problems - we don’t want left wing ideas that were relevant during junta - you are a red communist”.

Needless to say, I’m not a communist. I’m not even a socialist. I’m not even a left wing. To acquire such qualities one needs to do things not just say words. Too bad if you don’t know the difference. Also too bad that you think that what’s pushing you hard in your job is anything else than the same system that pushes everyone else around you. Too bad that you haven’t even begin to understand what you’re supposed to fight for if your fight has to have any duration and your winnings any sense. Too bad that - lost in your own selfish micro-world - cannot understand that fighting only for your own short term personal interest won’t get you far away. Too bad that you are allergic to left because it is the only scientific alternative to the shit that you’re eating right now. Too bad that you’re ready to begin a journey that interests no one but yourself.

To summarise. I won’t put the slightest effort in trying to make your dream of success come true because it interests no one but you and certainly not me. This is one school of mind taught to you by TV and CNN alikes and while you’re there you’re alone even if it seems otherwise. In the other school of thought your fight is my fight too and in your dream you are a being usefull to me and the others around you and not a burden to all but yourself.

So. Nerdy, apathetic, insensitive, socially blind, a-politic I.T. guy and gal. It’s left or your “Bill Gates success stories” dream. Choose your pill and fuck off.

SOCIALISM or BARBARISM,

whether you like it or not.

PS 1: Fuck your bonus. MANY, MANY people that you consider inferior but actually know and deserve much more  than you take a third of your money so your whining tells me nothing (and no one will actually care so quit this and your ridiculous “fights”).

PS 2: Really fuck your bonus and your whining about styding all these years for so little money. The waiter that served your coffee was a historian, studied harder than you, gets much less than you but has more dignity and awareness than you can dream off.

PS 3: You’re right on your fear about communism and socialism being another form of fascism. Any system will get to be a form of fascism for you if all you want is to just look your own job and have nothing to do with the commons. See, someone must manage your fucked up society if you have no intention to do it. Capitalism lets you get away (at least for now) by being a low intensity slave so you’re really right about feeling great about it. But stop whining when it comes for you the way it’s coming for 9/10ths of the people around you.

PS 4: I’m really ashamed that I belong to your loser team. Builders and shipyeard workers have tenfold our pride (and are much more useful than us) without having spend years talking to souless computers.

TIMBER!

Which is very good news provided that it doesn’t crush us. Capitalism is so stupid and vile that it will yet again lead to the paranoid situation where everything in the material world is the way it was a day before but due to changes on meaningless numbers, people will starve.

Because money is meaningless per se. Cannot be eaten, cannot be drunk, cannot be used in any other way than as means of exchanging for real goods as long as the general exchange system holds. Money today doesn’t even stand for a stable quantity of anything in the material (aka real) world. In the past money used to be in direct and stable correspondence with gold or silver or potatoes, but that was way back. For decades now money is just numbers that reflect a fantasy world inhabited by system economists and their “science” which is based upon dogmas that are in fact political beliefs. It is sad that we buy their analogies of their fantasy world to the real world. In their world there are “laws” such as the inverse relation of supply and demand, which is in direct contrast to the needs of the real world (how social responsible is to raise prizes on goods when society most demands them?). Law of gravity holds and I’d be really surprised if it stopped working one day. Capitalism “laws” on the other hand are like rogue politicians, bound to go to hell.

Maybe human pre-history reaches its end and maybe I’ll live to see the dawn. Or maybe there will be no dawn but yet another pitch-black night called fascism or yet another “let’s cool down darling” liberal makeover and maybe this whole species oscillates in states in between ape and homo-”sapiens” till it finally presses the wrong button.

Ways out?

Oh. Just a bit googling and you get monetary reforms like this (also a good analysis on what’s fundamentally wrong with the system the way it is now), socialism like this and a gazillion others that most probably you won’t hear on mass media.

Zeitgeist

‘I think I spent 30 years of my life- the first 30 trying to become something. I wanted to become good at things, I wanted to become good at tennis and school and grades. And everything I kinda viewed in that perspective- I’m not okay the way I am, but if I got good at things… … I realized that I had the game wrong, because the game was to find out what I already was.’

This phrase - heard at the Zeitgeist documentary - haunts me every day since I saw that movie about 6 months ago. But enough with me. In case you haven’t seen it here it is:

You can also watch it from the site http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com where you can find subtitles in a bunch of languages.

At October 3, 2008 the ‘Zeitgeist - Addendum’ will be released and all I can say is that I CAN’T WAIT.

Not Quite Dead Motherfathers!

Last March gamma ray burst almost got me but you’re gonna need MUCH more than just that!

He he he.

OK - I was far out in deep space saving another world (booze, speedy UFOs, sexy aliens and the rest of it), when I got an emergency call from Earth. Things are going straight to hell, I was told. My intervention to speed things up was desperately needed, they said. A series of physical destructions together with a mix of political shit made the atmosphere heavy like lead, the report wrote. I had to wear my Intergalactic Blue Helmet uniform, kiss all five pairs of hot lips (aaaahhhhhh - she’s a dream) of my alien fiance, get in my super-whoa spaceship AND GET MY ASS OVER HERE!

So, here I am earthlings. What’s the problem this time?

Game Over

That’s all folks. Shooting Stars is over.

I just can’t (or don’t want to) write anything anymore. That has been fairly obvious for the past months but anyway I thought that a decent goodbye was the least and last thing I should do to close the circle.

Anyway, thank everyone that came through this pages interested in what I wrote. Hope you enjoyed the ride. As childish or stupid it may sound, I feel the need to state that with some of you -people that I’ll never actually see or touch- I have felt much closer than with most people that I see everyday.

…Whatever

I have no advice for your lives. Just a wish. Hope you Smile.

Bye

Hocus Pocus

Haven’t been around for some time now. That is because I lost my direction in this electronic calendar. That is because the same applies to most of the other magnetic fields that consist my life which is great thank you.

I’m not good in preserving relationships. That is apparent. Maybe it’s a short circuit in the contemporary part of my mind. The way I experience a more general problem in today’s human condition that is apt to sociology scientists to research. Or maybe I’m simply full of hocus pocus, which is quite contemporary too.

In fact I logged in today just to write a farewell post but I’m failing in that one too. Hell, I just can’t kill it. I have no idea where to lead this thing and absolutely no clue as to what to write about, but I just cannot close it down.

So, being as it is, maybe I should call this place “broken compass” or something like that and just write whatever it comes to my mind.

Who Is Burning Greece?

I thought that it were the usual land perpetrators but I was dead wrong. People with better intuition than mine have been connecting the dots in a much better way:

Here is the story.

(The article in Greek is here).

Ever Considered Us As A Disease?

How Money Is Created?

Has been some time since I last posted but I believe this video digged in one of my rare net surfing sessions is certainly worth watching.

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The Sold And The Fuckenful (Episode VIII)

“Planet is fine. Gaia will do just fine without you. She’s not ill. Your whole point of view is as usually myopic and self-centered. Your species doesn’t “destroy” her. You are just triggering your own destruction. Gaia has just decided that she had enough of you. She’s moving on, giving the keys to another species.”

The Eerie voice, was coming from all over the space. Boinjk looked around but saw nothing but pitch black.

“What the fucking deer is going on?” An old voice went. A match gradually shed its light onto the hand holding it, the man where the hand was attached to, a goat, Boinjk and finally at a green dungeon which hosted all three. “Would anyone please be kind enough to explain to me what is going on?” Santa Claus - the owner of the hand, the match and the old voice - went on.

Boinjk checked at his goat the way a reader checks a Sunday newspaper for its special offers - full of anticipation for a documentary DVD that might explain why the heck he is doomed to crawl on this planet or a porno movie that would make his crawling less torturous. His anticipation was met by a sweet “beee ee” which was close to Sunday papers offers but left many questions unanswered.

Match went out and dungeon got pitch black again.

Santa had no answer to questions such as why he was shot down, why a pile of ants went after them, what was that ray that pulled them up, where it was that “up” and who his companions were. He decided to begin unraveling the mystery.
“Who are you ?” Question was for Boinjk and his goat but the Eerie voice took it personally and filled the space once more.

“I’m not one. We are the Ancients. Keeping an eye on the verse. We are to make sure that play is acted right.”

Since Santa was at least getting a reply he went on. “Where are we, what do you want from us?”

“You are in the center of Gaia. You are part of the play. You have a role to play.”

“What play is that? What roles?”

“The play to be. The roles you are.”

Santa was more confused than when trying to read all these equations he was given to deliver to a man generally known as Albert Einstein. He lit another match hoping to see some reassurance in his strange companion and his goat. Light went on its usual way - which is straight ahead - where it found Boinjk making love to the happiest goat at the center of Gaia.

(To Be Discontinued)

Tick Tack

Fishing In The Web

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  It’s G8 time again. Well actually there are more than 8 people around the table in Hamburg, Germany and a lot more outside the meeting site. Summit doesn’t go very well. The usual stuff. USA doesn’t want to hear about climate change, Russia is pissed with USA missiles brought under its nose. Blah, blah, blah.

Art, Anthem and the Police

I don’t know much about art. Yet, the whole fuzz about an artistic video that was presented in a Greek art exhibition, drives me nuts. In short, the video seemingly depicts someone masturbating while Greek national anthem is used as musical background. The reaction to this according to the Reuters’ report (and consistent with my local books) was:

Police stormed the Art Athina show on Saturday, shut down the video exhibit, which combined pornographic material with the Greek national anthem, and arrested curator Michalis Argyros who spent the night in jail.

I’m not a ferment patriot. ‘Scuse me, but I value living things more than symbols. This doesn’t mean that I don’t respect what others recognize as sacred. This means that I equally detest insulting Muslim prophets and the Greek national anthem. Let’s repeat that: I find equally detesting to insult Muslim prophets, Turkish flags, USA flags, Metallica, Iraq flags, Pope, Greek national anthem and all. I very well realize that what is void to me may mean a lot to someone else and either way insulting won’t ever dethrone Pope or Metallica. Subversives throughout history have been working in much more subterranean ways (1) than outward insults and take that as a tip if you are in fear that insults towards your favorite symbol may indicate a subversive mindset.

This is the little I know about art. Art is supposed to cross boundaries.

Yes. That Was What It Was All About.

The Iraqi Parliament will soon vote on a US-backed law that could hand too much oil revenue and control to foreign corporations.

A Sunni, Shia and Kurd Parliamentarian are planning to stand together and present this petition to the Iraqi Parliament. They want us to help them show that the world supports Iraq’s right to its own oil and its own future. Sign below to help us reach 100,000 signatures before they present it.

We support the Iraqi people’s sovereign right to the country’s oil. We reject the pressure campaign led by the Bush Administration and multi-national oil companies to force Iraqis to adopt this draft Oil Law, which risks conceding extraordinary rights over revenue and production to foreign corporations.

Iraq’s oil wealth should be shared fairly among all Iraqis to help them rebuild their country. We affirm the right and responsibility of Iraq’s national parliament to take the final decisions on this matter, and call on the US President and Congress to respect Iraq’s sovereignty. We stand in solidarity with Iraqi leaders who oppose this unwarranted foreign interference.

You can sign the petition HERE.

Notes/Credits/etc:
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Greco-Kiri

May 25 2007: Amalia loses the battle with cancer and the corrupt Greek Health System. Amalia was in pain since she was 8 years old. She died this day at the age of 30 [1].

May 29 2007: Japanese Agriculture minister Matsuoka committed “hara-kiri” amid various political funds scandals [2].

June 1 2007: Greek bloggers and supporters were e-bombing EU and Greek officials with the protest text about Amalia [1].

June 1 2007: A newborn died in Athens due to lack of ambulances and newborn emergency clinics [3]. Athens is the city that hosted last shiny Olympic games which cost more than I can count. In post-Olympic Athens there is 1 (yes - ONE) ambulance capable of transporting newborns. Yet, in post-Olympic Athens there are beautiful stadiums that can proudly host as many Champion Leagues as you want.

So…

I’m strongly tempted to redirect