I’ve come across a stunning scientific anomaly. You’re fucking retarded

Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires,
Seven your desires *

I was told lately that pride I took in something was one of the deadly sins. I wondered how many of other ones would get me killed.

I started thinking more about it this week when I saw primetime investigates and some of the people involved in the destruction of Ireland’s economy.

herald.ie:

Running for cover. That was banking poster boy Seanie Fitzpatrick when confronted by a reporter about his role in the collapse of our financial system.

Former Anglo Irish Bank chief Fitzpatrick scurried into an underground car park rather than offer any apology for the billions of taxpayers’ money now being pumped into the banking system.

He owes 400k a month on his 100 million of loans, some of which ironically went into a bankrupt Casino in Macau. One commentator said: ‘If he is unable to pay it back, the bank takes a big hit. Ultimately, the way things are going, that means the taxpayers would pick up the tab’.

According to Ghandi the seven deadly sins are

Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Knowledge without character
Commerce without morality
Science without humanity
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principle

We have all of those in abundance in ‘Catholic Ireland’.

According to wikipedia:

In the Book of Proverbs, it is stated that “the Lord” specifically regards “six things the Lord hateth, and the seventh His soul detesteth.” namely:

* Haughty eyes
* A lying tongue
* Hands that shed innocent blood
* A heart that devises wicked plots
* Feet that are swift to run into mischief
* A deceitful witness that uttereth lies
* Him that soweth discord among brethren

While there are seven of them, this list is considerably different from the traditional one, the only sin on both lists being pride. Another list of bad things, given this time by the Epistle to the Galatians, includes more of the traditional seven sins, although the list is substantially longer: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, “and such like”.

In the order used by both Pope Gregory and by Dante Alighieri in his epic poem The Divine Comedy, the seven deadly sins are as follows:

1. luxuria (extravagance)
2. gula (gluttony)
3. avaritia (avarice/greed)
4. acedia (acedia/discouragement)
5. ira (wrath)
6. invidia (envy)
7. superbia (pride)

They all sound like good things to me, maybe except for uncleanness and murder.

This clever chart somehow manages to create a pentagram and connect each of the items with bizarre outcomes!

These hot women represent each of the sins:

* Iron Maiden’s Moonchild:

Do you want to know the truth son – I’ll tell you the truth: Your soul is gonna burn in the lake of fire

toast is in bad condition owing to the boozing that comes at this time of year. I was at the depeche mode concert on thursday in the old point depot. There was a huge crowd and it looked like a lot of couples but the guys were a lot more interested than the girls.

I go to a lot of concerts in other countries and found it odd that only in Dublin do the security guards stand outside any event shouting their heads off like the people selling tickets, programs and colours of the match. As we approached the gate one guy was screaming “entrance 1 to the left, 2 and 3 to the right”. I shouted back “get a sign”. Then another guy shouted the same as the first guy so I responded “all this shouting is a bit wierd”. He said in a thick dublin accent “maybe its cos yir hungover”. I could see he had big teeth so the way he was laughing was only reserved for times he was delighted with “how bleedin smart he is”. Smart being pronounced with the t silent.

I had a few extortionate beers at 6 euros and a barman went to take the piss. He filled the glass up near the top leaving a half an inch at the top of the glass empty. I said to him “I paid you for 2 pints”. He replied “the mark is at the top of the crown” and it being a carlsberg glass had a crown. I couldnt see the mark so I said “that is actually embarassing for you to have to say”. He made it worse by grabbing 3 cups looking for the line that marks a pint. The mark actually said 500 ml. I made a membership enquiry for the Audi club area and I included that information in my application. I wonder if they will get back to me, doubt it.

It’s that time of year again, when people go crazy and kids spaz out at the TV advert for the latest super mega fun-fucking-tastic game/toy.
That’s right It’s Jesusmas err I mean Christmas.

See children are generally stupid, and if  their parents are smart and not idiotic old people, they’d be able to get through Christmas without forking out shit loads of their hard earned cash on the latest toys and thingy whatsis.
Younger child and a few, less mentally developed kids believe that Santa is real. Parents generally do the whole “Maybe Santa will get it for you” bullshit, meaning that the parents now have the option to get it for the child or not. If not, then fuck it, blame Santa, that jolly fatty, that chills (pun INTENDED) all year around feeling his fat arse grow as he becomes one with the sofa. The kid will end up disappointed but fuck it, they’ll blame Santa the non-existent marketing phenom.

Now if your child is old or smarter, the Santa shit just won’t fly. So you gotta tell them like it is, “I ain’t got no money for your damn PS3, so either get a job and buy it yourself or make do with this vintage PS1 that I found in some alley”. If the child is lucky than maybe their parent(s) live off welfare, in which case, fuck you and enjoy your fucking presents seeing as my tax money paid for them!
Note: I don’t hate all people on Welfare some people just can’t help being utter lazy fuckwits and enjoy getting free money for doing absolutely sweet FUCK ALL!

What always amazes me about Christmas though is the amount of people the decide to wait till the absolute last fucking minute to do all their shopping. I have to work during Christmas Eve and I can pretty much be sure we won’t be closing on time because we’ll have a few customers who decided that shopping on Christmas Eve will be the best time to do so, they’ll probably come 15 minutes before closing too. Then spend 30 mins wondering what the fuck to actually get. Of course some people may be delaying the buying of presents till boxing day cos of all the damn sales, which is pretty smart. I mean why the fuck go mental getting presents in time for Christmas when instead if you wait ONE EXTRA FUCKING DAY, you’ll probably get most of the stuff you were gonna get, cheaper? See! Not just an awesome blog but one that can help you save pennies! I should have my own fucking show, dishing out financial advise man!

As crazy as working during Christmas is, it can be equally crazy after, especially after everyone has unwrapped their gifts and had time to go batshit crazy over them. The worst times is when someone comes back with a faulty product, it’s bad for 2 reasons, 1. The person got a faulty gift during Christmas which is a bummer and 2. People think that because of this, they have the right to treat the seller as fucking Nazi’s that paid a visit to their house during Christmas and shat all over the family.
I’ve heard stuff like “He was so gutted cos you gave us a faulty product”. Now this line always annoys the shit out of me. They say it like I intentionally gave them a faulty product. Yeah that’s right, in my master scheme to ruin your Christmas I gave you a faulty product that I made faulty myself, but oh no! In my haste to ruin your Christmas I didn’t think of the fact that you’ll just COME BACK AND COMPLAIN ABOUT IT!
It’s like when a customer buys a really cheap product, they sometimes ask me “Is it ok? Does it work?” WTF? Why the fuck would we sell something that we KNOW is faulty, of course it’s fucking ok! I often tell customers that our products can be exchanged like for like or refunded if they are faulty within 28 days, to which I get “Why? Is there something wrong with it?”. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just refuse to sell them the product as I deem their intelligence to be unworthy of operating it.

I would be awesome if all the retailers in the UK just went on strike for the full month of December. It’ll piss off a lot of people but the chaos would be fun…..till I realise that I need something of course.
Right on a totally unrelated subject, skinny people that can eat and not get fat, stop that shit! It annoys us fatties!

I have a friend named Carla, we’ll call her ‘Marla’ to protect her identity.  Anyway, Marla is a big-time (obsessed) fan of Matt Damon.  So, I suspect she’ll be pretty jealous that I shared the wish-bone with her bone-wish.

I arrived at my mother’s house Thanksgiving day a little before noon to help her prepare the holiday feastings, and shortly after my arrival her doorbell rang.  I walked over to answer the door and Matt Damon was standing there, wearing a fringed leather vest and holding a loaf of bread and a basket of shiny, red apples.

“Hello, how do you like them apples?” Matt Damon asked.

“Hi, I normally do not like red apples because the skin is so tough, can I help you with something?” I asked.

“I live in Miami with my Italiana wife and two bambinas, but they kicked me out of the house because I wouldn’t stop asking them if they liked them apples,” Matt Damon replied.

“The apples you’re holding?” I asked.

“No, not these apples,” Matt Damon replied with exacerbation. “The apples on my shoes.”

I looked down, and sure enough Matt Damon was wearing sparkly green shoes with red apple patches sewn onto them.

“I sewed them on myself,” Matt Damon proudly declared. “I used a needle and some thread but what’s really holding them together is my love for apples.”

By this point my mother had wandered over to the door and upon declaring that she loved apples, invited him inside.

So my mother, Matt Damon, and I spent the majority of the afternoon cooking and talking his family’s giant apple grudge.  It turns out that when Matt Damon first got married, his only wedding vow was to always and forever share his love of apples with his wife, family, and the world.  Apparently she’d had enough after only 3 years of marriage, and was so sick of apples and Matt Damon that she’d grown a physical allergic reaction to merely the sight of them, breaking out in hives and hysterics.  She’d sent Matt Damon on his way, telling him,

“Do not return, mi amo, until you’ve given your apples away.”

My mother suggested picking another fruit to try, but Matt Damon insisted that if he didn’t have apples in his life then it wasn’t a life worth living.  He decided, upon much thought, that if he was going to get rid of the apples, he needed them to at least be a part of his life, even if they weren’t visible.

“We could make a pie,” my mother said.  “Or a nice cobbler?

“I already have a pair of shoes,” Matt Damon replied.  He sighed as though the weight of the world was upon his delicate, down-sloping shoulders.

“This is useless, I might as well just throw them away.  They’ll rot soon anyway, they always do,” Matt Damon cried.

“Eureka!” he suddenly shouted.  “I’ve got it.  I’ll wait until the apples rot, and then I’ll use them as a metaphor of my undying love for my wife, and how OUR love will never rot, despite my love for the apples, which always end up rotten!”

And so that’s what he did.  He spent the next 4 days at my mother’s house, lovingly carting those apples with him wherever he went, until finally, they started to smell and fall apart.

“Ugh!  Ick!  How do you like them apples?  They’re rotten!” Matt Damon exclaimed.

“Do you think you’re ready to throw them away?” my mother asked.

“It’s time,” Matt Damon said.

So, he threw them away and went back to Miami.  And we never heard from him again.

Follow up to jeep-coffee-cunt:

I hate SUV’s a lot. The drivers are the most ignorant road users and the people fail to understand the tiny roads here don’t accomodate these pricks. I had considered going the extra step and start burn them like some hippies do in the States.

Jeff “Free” Luers, who is serving a ten year sentence for the firebombing of SUV’s at a dealership, which was revised from twenty-two years and ten months, describes why the ELF exists and why they have kept by the guidelines that were initially published for the movement

I just took some photos of people parking in handicap spaces instead.

There is this from organizedrage.com:

The owner of a vehicle refused to move out of a handicapped zone in a shopping centre in Clarinbridge this morning.

The woman, who was not displaying a handicapped parking permit, moved into the clearly marked spot in her imported 2005 GM Hummer vehicle. Despite being informed that she was illegally parking in a handicapped zone, she refused to move. When asked if she was aware that her action was preventing disabled drivers and the elderly from safely parking and potentially causing harm, her response was ‘I don’t care’. She then proceeded into the shopping centre.

I remembered an old piece on RTE about SUV’s and who is driving them. The results are sickening, possibly worse than I expected and they have to be recorded for posterity. Some of the low-lights:

“We are on the top floor of Brown Thomas, we can see the whole of Dublin. What kind of SUV are you driving”.

The lady describes a Land Rover Project Kahn (€185000) as a work horse. She doesn’t know what it cost, you would have to ask the husband, she just drives what is given to her and doesn’t mind. She has to go get her hair done and collect dry cleaning before collecting the kids.
…

Woman from Foxrock who owns a €1300 euro handbag and a BMW X3 (fail):

“It has a button for off-road driving which I don’t tend to use”.

In Foxrock “every other car at the school is an SUV. They are very trendy and everyone wants to have them… I like to be out and about, going to nice restaurants, bars, clubs, knowing who is who and what is what”

Writer guy: “New Yorkers are 7 generations removed from poverty … in Ireland the nouveau riche have moved on and are buying paintings from Irish artists and the nouveau-neouveau-riche are buying SUV’s”.

Women in SUV’s apparently “feel safer because they are up above the ground, you are protected, you are sending out a threatening signal” … “it is like sex in the irish city”. I knew someone who went to a sex and the city finale party in Drumcondra, irony much ?

In conversation the Foxrock x5 advertising lady says: “It is about what I want I don’t care about what other people think”

Writer guy: “I find that an un-acceptable attitude that you dont care about other people”

woman “I didnt say that”

Niciodată nu mi s-a părut mai absurdă birocraţia, niciodată nu am avut impresia că cele mai superioare entităţi din Univers ar trebui să fie nişte şoareci albi de laborator [că altfel nu-mi explic!], niciodată nu am crezut că o să vreau să-mi iau zborul nu spre altă ţară, ci spre altă galaxie, şi niciodată nu mi s-a părut 42 mai potrivit ca Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Nu înţelegeţi nimic, a? Nici eu, dar cam aşa a început săptămâna mea, şi încă nu-i gata. Unfortunately, The Ultimate Question itself is unknown. Şi în plus e fucking frig afară! Oricum, după ultimele două zile mi-am amintit subit de filmul ăla, you know… The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, pe cât de stupid, pe atât de funny şi de ce să nu recunosc, true. Must see! So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish… eu mă duc să-mi fac unghiile.

Ah da, cu riscul de a părea redundantă: o iau pe ulei, indubitabil.

A newish show on RTE lampoons property this week. The Savage Eye.

At 19:55:

an Irish house is like an Irish woman.
They think they are a lot better than they actually are.
They only want rich people to go inside them.
Irish women are enjoying better enjoy the fact that men want to ride them
they will turn into deserted housing estates visited only by coyboys

An older episode has Bono’s head in a toilet with someone pissing on it. If the national broadcaster is at it then I feel safe.

A GALWAY eye surgeon has described as “unprecedented” the rise in the number of cases of an eye condition which he says can be directly attributed to people staring at the sun during recent events at the Knock shrine.

Dr Eamonn O’Donoghue, a consultant ophthalmologist surgeon in University Hospital Galway, says the hospital would usually see one case of solar retinopathy “at most” per year.

However, this year there have been five such cases, all of which have been linked to events at Knock.

Dr O’Donoghue said people needed to be warned of the condition as it was “potentially very, very dangerous” and could cause long-term damage to the most vulnerable part of the eye.

“These people came in because they have had a significant reduction in their vision and they could very well be a smaller representative sample,” Dr O’Donoghue said, adding that two of those who had presented to the hospital had also reported that other members of their families had suffered visual damage.

“It can potentially lead to blindness with prolonged exposure,” Dr O’Donoghue said. While he was unaware how the events were organised, he said, it would be “profoundly irresponsible” for anyone to encourage people to stare at the sun.

About 10,000 people attended a supposed apparition of the Virgin Mary at the Knock shrine in Co Mayo on October 31st. At this, and at a similar event on October 11th, people claimed to see the sun shimmering, changing colour and “dancing in the sky”.

Another apparition has been forecast by visionary Joe Coleman for this Saturday at 3pm. Attempts to contact Mr Coleman last night were unsuccessful.

Solar retinopathy, or eclipse retinopathy as it is also known, affects the macula and can cause a significant reduction in vision.

It can also lead to altered images, altered colour perception and blind spots.

While most people will recover their vision within six months, solar retinopathy has the potential to have a long-term degenerative effect on the retina.

He said that reports of people seeing colours dancing in front of the sun could also be explained by the condition, describing it as “sort of a cheap trick”.

“If you stare at the sun for long enough you’re going to get some visual disturbances. Not only will you get reduced vision but also a condition called metamorphopsia,” he said, adding that this could explain such visual alterations.

“Since the time of Galileo people have known that looking directly at the sun can do damage to your eyes,” Dr O’Donoghue added.

irishtimes.com

Best not to mention Galileo and the Church in the same sentence.

9:13. Personal note.

When I was a little kid,
my mother told me
not to stare into the sun.
So once, when I was six, I did.
The doctors didn’t know
if my eyes would ever heal.

I was terrified,
alone in that darkness.

Slowly,
daylight crept in
through the bandages
and I could see.

But something else
had changed inside me.

That day
I had my first headache.

What idiots. The people looking for apparitions are a mixture of the elderly and travellers. It is more idiotic than the girl I heard about who was using an eclipse viewer to watch it on TV. She could actually be considered smarter than all the visitors to knock as she at least knew of some of the dangers.

There is a competition on Facebook to get a group of 1 million males or 1 million females. You have to admire the guy who goes on and starts to call over 112000 women slobs. It was removed straight away but replaced with other jokes.

Reminiscent of The Million Man March

The Million Man March was a mass gathering held in the United States, in Washington, D.C., on October 16, 1995. Under the leadership of Nation of Islam head Louis Farrakhan, black men from across the United States converged on Washington in an effort to “convey to the world a vastly different picture of the Black male” and to unite in self-help and self-defense against economic and social ills plaguing the African American community.

The National Park Service issued an estimate of about 400,000 attendees, a number significantly lower than March organizers had hoped for. After a heated exchange between leaders of the march and Park Service, ABC-TV funded researchers at Boston University estimated the crowd size to be 837,000, plus or minus 20%. BBC NEWS stated the number to be just over 2 million.

Nice job BBC.

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

I am going to ask you to do one thing before you read on, stop and imagine what it would be like if everybody in the whole world was the same. When I was younger, I was very into the TV channel Nickelodeon. One of the shows I watched on that channel was “The Fairly Odd Parents”. It was about a teenage boy named Timmy Turner who lived with his parents and had to deal with his evil sixteen year old babysitter named Vicky. Timmy had two magical fairy godparents who would grant him any wish he wanted. But, they couldn’t violate the rules in the “DA rule book”. In this particular episode, Timmy was being harassed by his neighbor, Dr. Bender the evil dentist and his son because of his buck teeth. They would not give him his playground ball back. In order to stop all of the harassment, he wished that everybody in the world would turn into gray blobs. All of the gray blobs looked identical to one another. This wish eventually caused problems to ensue, which cause Cosmo and Wanda to lose track of who he is. Because of this, Timmy couldn’t wish the world back to normal.

Now, you probably think it was strange for a seventeen year old to remember a Nickelodeon show so vividly. From my perspective, the hidden message of this episode is that people are meant to be different. It showed what a messed up place the world would be if every single person acted and looked the same. I admire the fact that a lot of these shows on TV send a message in a humorous way. Not one single person in the world is exactly the same as another. Unfortunately, the world does not have tolerance for people that are different. Today, there is more discrimination, hate crimes and murders than ever before. Statistics have shown that the top three groups of people that experience discrimination in the twentieth century are Jews, Homosexuals, and people with disabilities. Like I said before, you can’t stop things like discrimination, but people need to learn how to deal with them in a civil manner.

There are three main people that I am writing this memoir for, the first being individuals with Asperger’s Syndrome, which I will talk about later. I want them to know that Asperger’s Syndrome does not mean that they are a “loser”, “freak”, “retard”, “sociopath”, or “psychopath”. Luke Jackson thinks of the “disorder” as a gift in his book “Freaks, Geeks, and Asperger’s Syndrome”. I think that every single Aspergian in the whole world should write a memoir of their life. Even if it is not published, it will be something that family members and friends can keep in their book shelf for a life time. I think that any person who has been through a personal struggle should write a memoir, even if it is something as small as a breakup with a boyfriend or girlfriend, or the loss of a loved one. It helps to write it on paper and write as much as you can about the situation. My second reason for writing this book is so that I can let the people in my life know about the impacts they have made on me. I am going to talk about the positive people in my life, and how they changed me, and negative experiences I’ve had with people. Some of the people I will mention won’t be happy with the things I say, I accept that. I am not trying to get revenge from these people, I just want them to know about why they made my diagnosis even more difficult to deal with. I am also going to talk about the lessons I have learned about dealing with them. I must say that I have handled some of the people I have dealt with inappropriately. I now know that the mistakes I have made with those people affected the way I interacted with my family, friends and peers. My third reason for writing this book is to give educators tips about teaching kids with an Autistic Spectrum Diagnosis. I have dealt with some really good teachers and some really bad ones throughout my eleven years in public school. Some of the bad educators I’ve dealt with still affect my way of learning today, both positively and negatively. I want them to know about the ways they have affected the way I learn and my attitude about life today. This book will take you on the journey of my life with Asperger’s Syndrome, Depression and Social Anxiety. I really hope you find this book informative and inspiring. I am sure that by the end of this book, you will realize that as Luke Jackson put it, it is a gift, not a “disorder” or “disease” as many people call it. It will show that even though kids like me have difficulties with social skills, we will be successful in life. We are not “losers”, “freaks”, “retards”, “sociopaths” and “psychopaths”.

De ce va timp, folosesc mircul. E mult mai fain ca mesul, vorbesti la gramada, dai si primesti informatii mai usor. Asta nu conteaza. Am intrat pe un canal uber plin,.. asa pentru prima data in viata (de cand folosesc mircul), ca sa vad si eu cum e mircul intradevar la gramada. Ce pot sa zic… “Zaraz`a” e GG . Asa ca fetelor… care va e lene sa va spalati sau mai stiu e ce… give him an add, he`ll worth it.

Are you fucking kidding me? This post is so ridiculous that it shouldn’t be on this blog, but instead on websites such as craigslist.com or fml.com (fml = fuckmylife). You are deluded my friend, very indeed. To the point that I think you created your own 3-d virtual life.

You say you’re fucking Jamaican. Ok no offense, but who the fuck choses this country of origin. Or better, who the FUCK lies about being from Jamaica? Your actual life must be really boring to come up with this shit man. You are indexed (fucked up) in my book, and you’re gonna stay alone there for a while since I don’t get to meet fucktards like you on this planet.

I keep coming back to this but, Jamaican man? Seriously? Because from what I know, arab men actually marry Jamaican women, are actually (women with such low self-esteem and desperation that they willingly allow your dad’s fucked up genes to pass into the next generation (F1)), and unfortunately, whores. I didn’t directly say your mother is whore, since she probably isn’t Jamaican. If you still want to stick to the whole Jamaican theme, still knowing that your virtual mother is in fact a whore, then ok. Whatever floats your boat, right?

Now to this part, seriously man. What the fuck is with these looks of extreme discomfort when any arab passes you? The sniff you give, or the complete, again virtual world you go into, imagining that he/she doesn’t exist, which apparently you’re very good at. Furthermore, when I or any other person says hi, its polite (socially accepted as a nice gesture, add that to your virtual life dictionary) to answer back.

Finally, when you do actually answer, I don’t get anything you say. What the fucking fuck is wrong with you? Honestly, when you say something, I don’t know if you do it intentionally or not, but I don’t understand any of that shit. I watched stoner movies, I’ve conversed with people from Jamaica and Nigeria. But whatever you spit out of your mouth can never be understood by my simple brain perhaps. You put that lingo into your speech like you’re forced to, to keep the cool Jamaican image of you within our perspective. You utterly fail you retard. Log off or shutdown whatever your brain is into right now and look at the real world. Where, well, not everybody accepts (well most of the people anyway) you and try to live with that. Because whenever I see you in the middle of the street, my hypothalamus secrets same hormones that would be secreted when I see a crippled person walking by. Now that might sound very cruel and brutal. However, my brain (evolved from previous species over millions of years)  cannot grasp what you are trying to prove and simply interprets it as a mentally challenged person walking by. I know that’s not you, but please oh please stop the bullshit.

For the sake of my brain. I don’t want to waste help the retarded amino acids on you. I don’t want my body to make proteins in response to your Jamaican-5″5-self-centered-what-the-fuck image, that’s a huge waste. My brain obviously was smart enough to know that, to the point that it commanded me to type this shit.

All in all, to conclude, to wrap up, fuck you and whoever you are trying to be. Fuck you with all my heart. Now you might be reading this shit muttering the Jamaican crap saying stuff like “psssssss” what black-wanna-bes say, but again you are proving it to yourself. You are retarded my friend. Contact me if you need help, or just need a comment since commitment is step 1 for recovering mental “retardedness”. Dead serious.

Kind regards,

Fahad Alomran

 
Victoire de la politique sur la Nature :

Des chercheurs chinois ont derniérement découvert que le terrible tremblement de terre du Sichuan en mai 2008 était sans doute dû à la construction d’un barrage sur une ligne de faille et donc au cisaillement accéléré par le poids de la retenue d’eau.

Ainsi, après nous avoir enfin pu réussir à nous plaindre de nos « dirigeants » quand la météo du week-end était pourrie (il y a 15 ans c’était encore simplement « pas de chance »), nous allions enfin pouvoir les accuser à chaque tremblement de terre :  l’Homme avait enfin totalement politisé les caprices  de la Nature : victoire …. ou danger mortel ?

La façon dont les choses se déroulent concernant la Grippe A H1N1 me laisse à craindre que le danger ne l’emporte…

Don Quichotte en jupon

En effet alors que, pour une fois, nos élus avaient pris au sérieux cette épidémie en mobilisant, en anticipant, en commandant suffisamment de doses de vaccin, nous n’avons pas pu nous empêcher de considérer que cette Grippe était encore une tentative de cette satanée et réactionnaire nature de prendre le dessus et que nous devions absolument politiser le dossier et trouver le moyen de repousser toute tentative de responsabilisation individuelle pour transférer sur « ceux qui décident » le poids de la « faute ».

Et le grand jeu du « celui qui dit qu’y est » a alors commencé : faire passer une Ministre somme toute courageuse pour un Don Quichotte en jupon, jeter la suspicion sur le vaccin, jouer la carte du conflit d’intérêt économique, lancer dans la bagarre les experts de tous bords et les didacticiens de tous horizons.

Nous n’avons même plus osé faire passer notre stade d’alerte du 5A (« transmission interhumaine d’un virus grippal à l’étranger dans au moins deux pays non limitrophes d’un même continent ») au 5B (idem mais en France).

Retard coupable

Et ce soir en commençant à observer les commentateurs reprocher la saturation des Centres de Vaccination qu’ils avaient eux même contribué à vider quelques semaines auparavant faisant ainsi perdre un temps précieux (200.000 vaccinés sur 7.000.000 convoqués !!) je me laisserai bien gagner par la colère (il faut vacciner 30% de la population pour stopper l’épidémie et aller vite pour devancer les risques de mutation). 

Finalement ce qui me calme c’est d’entendre autour de moi tous ces jeunes couples qui font preuve d’un bon sens remarquable et ont depuis le début respecté les consignes, se sont protégés pendant la grossesse, puis à la maternité et ont été les premiers à se rendre tranquillement au centre de  vaccination fin Octobre. Le bon sens a pris de l’avance. Heureusement.

Il n’en reste pas moins, qu’il nous faudra très certainement nous poser la question des moyens permettant « la prochaine fois » de communiquer plus efficacement et plus en profondeur : conférences citoyennes ? capacité à générer de l’enthousiasme autour de la recherche scientifique ? meilleure intégration des Soignants dans les décisions ? utilisation de moyens modernes pour parler lisiblement à la génération qui fait l’opinion ?

Je n’ai pas les réponses mais il est de la responsabilité de chacun de se poser ces questions .

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHELLNO!

The blubbery, rubbery rosacea-faced Republican got his fo’ shizzle on when asked by Fred ‘Red October’ Thompson whether he’d consider running for President in 2012.

“Yes is the answer,” he blah blah’d over the airwaves.

Lou “There’s aliens ever-whurr!” Dobbs wants the White House.
Not so fast, peepaw!
I mean, this shit ain’t presidential!
::: … or, hmmmm, IS it … :::

“I’m gonna be talking some more with some folks who want me to listen to ‘em in the next few weeks. I mean I don’t even know what to tell you in terms of where I’m leaning. Because right now I’m fortunate to have a number of just wonderful options.”

Something vaguely famililar here … wakspeak … can’t commit to an original thought without prior advisor approval … no plan … don’t know … well, maybe … ‘options’ … blessed fortunate this’n'that …

… where have I heard this kind of confusing communicatory caca before??
Oh yeah …..

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Get excited!!!
Ring the bells and release the doves – this is GREAT shit!!

The Republican party is just a big ol’ natty bunch of nimrods who have gone absolutely and 100% gonzo retard!
Can you smell the AWESOME?!?
I mean, this basically guarantees we’ll get ringside seats to THE greatest show on Earth – a field fucking full of mouthfarts like Beck or Limbaugh or Hannity or Coulter (don’t count that skank out) thinking their blowhardiness can blow hard enough to diminish my boyfriend’s glittery shimmery aura of audacified hopification.

DREAM ON, BITCHES!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

But, you know, this could be one seriously big buncha F-U-N!
Let ’em all run!
Well, everyone but Limbaugh.
Those hamhocks rubbing together at a runner’s pace would generate enough heat to melt that fucking lardass right … where … he … stan … uhh, on second thought RUN RUSH RUUUUUUN!!!!!