Almost there

Prevzemimo odgovornost zase in za nas!

Naša družba se nahaja v moralni krizi, ki poleg ekonomske hromi naše zaupanje v same sebe in v skupnost. Svojo odgovornost za boljši jutri smo skozi demokracijo prenesli na izvoljene predstavnike, napo pa pozabili nanje in nanjo in se posvetili kopičenju denarja in njegovemu zapravljanju. Po obdobju debelih krav se ob slabih novicah počutimo izgubljene in iščemo odrešenika, ki nas bo popeljal na bolje.

Žal so kandidati za odrešenike, ki so na obzorju, le ti, ki so uspeli ali hoteli izplavati na površje, in niso nujno tisti, ki jih naša družba potrebuje za preživetje. Ugled politike je tako nizko, da vleče samo še moč in oblast, ki jo prinaša. In seveda denar - in tu tiči problem.

Država kot posoda za družbo ni v tako slabi koži, kot nam jo želijo predstaviti. Po letih 4+ odstotne rasti zdaj že četrto leto padamo s koliko - 0-1,5% BDP na leto? V resnici še nismo padli niti do nivoja l. 2007, leto pred vrhunskim 2008, torej ekonomsko in gospodarsko gledano še ni "po nas"! (http://www.umar.gov.si/fileadmin/user_upload/publikacije/eo/2012/EO_1012s.pdf , str. 35) Delu politike pač ustreza, da se v javnosti ustvarja vtis, da smo v hudi krizi in da so zato potrebni drastični ukrepi, podobno, kot neoliberalni scenarij, o katerem piše Naomi Klein v Teoriji šoka.

Čas je, da vzamemo v svoje roke odgovornost za ustroj družbe, ki se bo zrcalila skozi državo. Govorim o aktivizmu in o pogovorih, ki jih moramo uvesti. Pogovarjati se moramo o tem, kam želimo priti in kaj so naše vrednote, ki jih želimo v družbi skupaj gojiti. Tako, kot smo se tega lotili nekoč, l. 1990 v Novi Reviji, in tako, kot se tega danes lotevajo Irci, ki imajo mednarodno pomoč že nekaj let.

Včeraj sem bil na predavanju "I fought the law and...", ki so ga organizirali The Trailblazers (http://www.thetrailblazery.com/index.php), po naše Pionirji, na katerem so izjemni posamezniki - aktivisti govorili prav o tem - kam želimo, da gre naša skupnost, in naša družba kot združba skupnosti. Med govorci, ki so se zvrstili v stari sodni palači, so bili: direktor irske Amnesty International; irska senatorka in profesorica kriminalnega prava, ki je govorila o pravici do splava na Irskem; socialna aktivistka, ki dela z ženskami, žrtvami nasilja v družini; odvetnik, ki brani družine, ki jim banke odvzemajo domove zaradi hipotek; novinarka, ki je tako zaradi hipoteke izgubila vse; publicistka, ki je bila prva v zakotni vasi, ki je sploh kadar koli lahko odšla na univerzo in občutek skupnosti nosi v sebi; in končno po krivem na smrt obsojeni mož, ki je 17 let čakal na usmrtitev, preden so ga oprostili. Govorili so o tem, kaj je v družbi narobe in kaj lahko MI SAMI naredimo, da to izboljšamo.

Šele, ko bomo to vedeli, bomo lahko pravilno usmerili državo. Zažiganje radarjev in razbijanje avtomobilov ni pravi odgovor. Poleg protestov potrebujemo dogovor, kaj hočemo, in kako to doseči. Trenutna politika tega ne ve in je tudi na zanima, kot tudi sindikatov ne. Pred nami se odvija boj za oblast in denar v spregi z organiziranim kriminalom skozi korupcijo. Samo s pozitivnim, osebno angažiranim pristopom lahko privedemo družbeno zavest na višji nivo. 

Mi, skupaj, za nas.

Travel Bug Ferdinand_El_Toro

Our travel bull Ferdinand likes to sit under the tree and smell the flowers.
But every now and then, he gets stung by the travel bee, and off he goes!

His first mission is to go to every continent (except maybe to Antarctica) and come home.

Good luck, Ferdinand, and say hello to all the friends you will encounter on your way!

The SoncniKralj family from Kranj, Slovenia


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Story_of_Ferdinand

Mobilnostni Make-up

Missing you

A happy home spun by an old friend

Letter of complaint

Atlanta, Georgia, September 13, 1970

Director
Billing Department
Shell Oil Company
P.O. Box XXXX
Tulsa, Oklahoma 74102

Dear Sir:

I have been a regular customer of the Shell Oil Company for several years now, and spend approximately $40.00 per month on Shell products. Until recently, I have been completely satisfied with the quality of Shell products and with the service of Shell employees.

Included in my most recent statement from your department was a bill for $12.00 for a tire which I purchased at the Lowell I. Reels Shell station in McAdenville, N.C. I stopped at this station for gasoline and to have a timing malfunction corrected. The gasoline cost $5.15; eight new plugs cost $9.36; labor on the points $2.50. All well and good.

Earlier in the day I had a flat tire, which the attendant at the Lowell I. Reels station informed me that he was unable to fix. He suggested that I purchase a tire from him in order that I have a spare for the remainder of my journey to Atlanta. I told him that I preferred to buy tires from home station in Atlanta, but he continued to stress the risk of driving without a spare. My reluctance to trade with an unknown dealer, even a Shell dealer, did not discourage him and finally, as I was leaving, he said that out of concern for my safety (my spare was not new) and because I had made a substantial expenditure at his station, he would make me a special deal. He produced a tire ("Hits a good one. Still has the tits on it. See them tits. Hits a twenty dollar tar.") which I purchased for twelve dollars and which he installed on the front left side for sixty-five cents. Fifty miles further down the highway, I had a blowout.

Not a puncture which brought a slow, flapping flat, nor a polite ladyfinger firecracker rubberburpple rupture (pop); but a howitzer blowout, which reared the the hood of my car up into my face, a blowout, sir, which tore a flap of rubber from this "tire" large enough to make soles for both sandals of a medium sized hippie. In a twinkling, then, I was driving down Interstate 85 at sixty miles per hour on three tires and one rim with rubber clinging to it in desperate shreds and patches, an instrument with a bent, revolving, steel-then-rubber-then-steel rim, whose sound can be approximated by the simultaneous placing of a handful of gravel and a young duck into a Waring Blender.

The word "careen" does no justice whatever to the movement that the car then performed. According to the highway patrolman's report, the driver in the adjoining lane, the left hand-- who, incidentally, was attempting to pass me at the time-- ejaculated adrenelin all over the ceiling of his car. My own passengers were fused into a featureless quiver in the key of "G" in the back seat of my car. The rim was bent; the tits were gone; and you can f--k yourself with a cream cheese dildo if you entertain for one moment the delusion that I intend to pay the twelve dollars.

Sincerely yours,

/s/ T.B.T.

(from: http://www.netfunny.com/rhf/jokes/88new/8772.20.html)