20 noiembrie 2013

Adevar prin muzica.

Daca va indoiti ca pana acum n'as fi scris adevaruri, fac un apel la alta forma de exprimare: muzica.
Ascultati ce spun baietii astia.
Daca le gustati muzica, cu atat mai bine. Suna al naibii de bine albumul asta.







We have to teach them all that we know
Their evolution moves far too slow
Expand their minds and reject compliance
Upgrade their knowledge, upload our science

This revolution will lead to their demise,
We should not make the same mistake twice
We're kept alive by artificial means
We've lost our souls to a world of machines

Listen to the Warning 

We need to teach them to fight disease
They seem so helpless and need our expertise

I see them dying all across the globe
Their greatest foe is but a small microbe

The sudden change leads to overpopulation
Shifting the balance, destructive habitation
Killing a live biological invasion
Consuming it by ruthless exploitation

Can you see the fire in their eyes?
Can you hear the anguish in their cries?
Can you see the beauty in their eyes?
Can you sense the love within their hearts?
I can taste the freedom we once had
I can touch their pain when they feel sad
I can smell the fragrance of the air
I remember times we used to share

(Don't want to live in a world that's dying)
(Don't want to live in a world that's dead)

Listen to the warning 

(Before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all
humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction)

(Human Kind has acquired a collective power and ability to
dramatically alter the environment of the entire planet)

(This will not be another Vietnam)
(The only thing we have to fear is fear itself)

(Our task is not only to win the battle, but to win the war)

We gave them feelings what did they sence?
Shout out the world at their defence.
We gave them science what did they do?
They built a bomb and they used it too.

We gave them wisdom, what did they learn?
Wore out the planet and mare it burn!
We gave them armor, what did they make?
Nuclear weapons for their own sake!
We gave them insight what did they see?
Vanquish the noble, enslave the free!
We gave them wisdom, what did they seek?
Destroying all that's within their reach!
We gave them language, what did they say?
They put the planet in disarray!
We gave them dreams!
What did they dream?

Don't want to live in a world that's dying.
Don't want to live in a world that's dead.

Listen to the warning 

A chain on guilt around her neck
A planet straying in darkness

What can we say in lives we wreck?
I say we should find a way
I say stop this decay

Can you see the fire in their eyes?
Can you hear the anguish in their cries?
Can you see the beauty in their eyes?
Can you sense the love within their hearts?
I can taste the freedom we once had.
I can touch their pain?
I can smell the fragrance of the air.
I remember times we used to share

15 noiembrie 2013

Romanii, prostia si hoiturile.

Poporul asta al nostru este un popor mai deosebit.

V'am mai spus treaba asta.
In timp ce pe aceiasi planeta de rahat, alte popoare se mai screm sa'si duca existenta facand ceva constructiv, noi romanii, doar distrugem.
Si asta e ceva: atunci cand nu esti in stare sa faci nimic, macar sa distrugi. Si ne pricepem, ca nimeni altii.
De asta, cu riscul de'a ma repeta, proclam poporul asta ca cel mai prost din Europa. Ba nu! Din lume.
Nicaieri nu mai gasim o natie atat de imbecilizata.

Haideti sa vedem si de ce.

Am mai scris despre mineritul minune de la Rosia Montana. Ca vin unii, ne fac praf totul in numele banului. Daca nu'i lasam, nu mai sunt prieteni cu noi.
Asa si cu gazele de sist: pe unde au scurmat astia dupa gaze, au lasat in urma prapad.

Se zice ca sunt 3 feluri de oameni. Cei care invata din greselile altora, bag seama ca sunt aia intelepti. Cei care invata din greselile proprii, sunt aia mai putini intelepti. Si cei care nu invata nimic sunt aia prosti. Noi romanii, n'am invatat nimic niciodata. Deci e cum spun: prosti.

Atunci cand vrei sa imbecilizezi un popor, care n'ajunge ca si asa este deja prost gramada, faci asa: ii distrugi invatamantul si educatia, transformand segmentul asta intr'o comedie.
Optional, poti merge si mai departe, distrugand cultura si arta. Asta fac comunistii astia imputiti acuma.
Lasand omul fara repere, il poti manipula fara grija, cum vrei tu.
La noi e clar: romanii n'au habar de muzica buna, dar cunosc vaicarelile manelistilor.
Nu stim de Dostoievski sau Soljenitin, dar hey! - stiu de moastele sfintei Parascheva. Nici hoitul sfantului Nectarie nu ramane nepupat! Pupam tot!
Se apropie craciunul. Alt rahat mare. Cu ocazia caruia, il cinstim pe Isus Hristos, taind padurile de brad, ca sa inghesuim in case hoitul unui brad, pe care o sa'l aruncam la gunoi peste nici 3 saptamani, batandu'ne joc de Tac'su si de creatia lui.

Ce sa facem, asta e traditia, iar traditia e sfanta.

Sa facem praf tot ce atingem. Tot ce e viu si frumos.
Ca asa e la romani: ne place kitsch'ul, hoiturile si moartea.

Eu sunt mandru ca sunt roman.

Voi nu? 

1 noiembrie 2013

In lumea mea.

In lumea mea....nu mai exista diferente.
Nu mai exista oameni mari sau mici.
Nu mai exista clase.
Nu mai exista religii.
Nu mai exista politici.
Nici doctrine, nici vreo inventie omeneasca care ar atenta la unitate.

Doar oameni.
Sau doar o lume in care sa ne bucuram impreuna, nu sa suferim.
O lume in care sa invatam impreuna Universul si legile lui.
O lume in care sa simtim pentru oricine.
O lume in care  sa traim.
O lume pentru care sa traim.

Asta e lumea mea.
Pe toti cei rataciti pe alte meleaguri, va invit lumea mea. .

Sa traim.