In še komentar k članku, ki ne bi mogel bolje povzeti pričakovanj EU:

gregor666 [ 18:34 ]
mnozicni posiljevalec bo analiziral vzroke, zakaj mu je edina, ki jo je vprasal, rekla ne.

Edini, ki so v tej zgodbi ohranili hrbtenico, so bili Irci. Predvidoma naj bi 12. junija odločali o tem, ali bo Irska sprejela Lizbonsko pogodbo in posledično odločali o njeni veljavnosti v EU, kajti, še enkrat, pogodba naj ne bi veljala, dokler ni ratificirana v vseh državah članicah. Eeeeeee - wrong.

To soboto sem slučajno izvedel, da je Evropski parlament še 20. februarja izglasoval odločitev, da rezultatov Irskega referenduma ne bo upošteval. Očitno minorna informacija, ki za naše medije in za našo tiskovno agencijo ni bila vredna poročanja.

Skratka, gotovo je. Parlament je v našem imenu izglasoval kapitulacijo, predal praktično vso oblast in suverenost entiteti, ki očitno lahko hladnokrvno vzame še tisto malo suverenosti, ki bi nam sicer pogojno ostala, entiteti, ki lahko z eno potezico razveljavi našo ustavo, in to pospremi s hvalospevom demokraciji ter aplavzom sami sebi. Juhej!

Sem državljan države članice EU. V Sloveniji nam niso dovolili glasovanja o prihodnosti Evrope. Vi, naši prijatelji na Irskem, imate edini pravico in možnost glasovanja o Lizbonski pogodbi, dne 12. junija.

To pogodbo zavračam kot nedemokratično v načinu in vsebini. Prosim, glasujte PROTI tej pogodbi zame, saj je to prvi korak k izgradnji socialne, ekološke, demokratične in miroljubne Evrope.

Peticijo lahko podpišete tukaj.

Vedno imamo prijeten family reunion in se nabašemo do onemoglosti.
Tokrat je velikonočni zajtrk (ob cca 1 popoldne) bil takšen:

Po njegovih besedah je na zadnjem izboru za EMO malo manjkalo, da “se z izborom zmagovalca ne bi osmešili samo kot nemuzikaličen narod, temveč z mešanico srbske in ciganske štance celo kot hlapčevski”.
Kot pravi, “glavni problem je bil v srbskem petosminskem melosu.”
Pravi, da ga je grožnja, da bi na EMI zmagali neparni ritmi, celo pripravila do tega, da je navijal za Rebeko Dremelj.

V politične implikacije tega zapisa se ne bom spuščal (čeprav me že samo namigovanje na neprimernost kakršne koli glasbe sili k bruhanju), glede glasbe pa ne bom tiho. Ne vem, koliko je nemuzikaličen ta narod, vendar upam, da ne tako pošastno kot Crnkovič, in upam, da zna šteti vsaj do 7, kajti takt tega narodu neprimernega komada je sedemosminski in ne petosminski, kot je zapisal.
Isti sedemosminski takt, ki so ga med drugim uporabljali Igor Stravinsky, Philip Glass, Steve Reich, Bela Bartok, Paul Desmond, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Laibach … in še bi lahko naštevali.

Beda.

Hvala, prijatelji, včeraj sem se imel fino.

Na vseh področjih.

http://mrmojo.blog.siol.net/files/2008/01/stinkfootpoodlelecture96kbps.mp3

0:09

Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Mothers Of Invention Ljubljana Extravaganza, featuring Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals, Norma Bell on alto saxophone and little plain blue shoes, Andre Lewis on keyboards, Little Skinny Terry Ted Bozzio on frigidaire, Roy Ralph Mole-Man Guacamole Tutto-Mole Estrada on bass, ladies and gentlemen, and yours truly Todd Rundgren on guitar.

In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
(fevers grow)
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin’
(Mornin’)
By yer radio
Do the walls close in t’suffocate ya
You ain’t got no friends . . .
An’ all the others: they hate ya
Does the life you been leadin’ gotta go?
Well, let me straighten you out
Get yer shoes ‘n socks on people, it’s right aroun’ the corner!

Out through the night
An’ the whisperin’ breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases

Out through the night
An’ the whisperin’ breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases . . .

Now scientists call this stupid disease Bromidrosis
And well they should
But us regular English-speaking ladies and gentlemen
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of:
STINK FOOT

How true that is
Y’know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn’t get it off last night
A week went by, an’ now it’s July
I finally got that sonofabitch off
An’ my girl-friend cry
“You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin’
Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose!
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain’t lyin’,
Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?”

3:07

Bring the slippers, little puppy… Now let me ask you a question, does this look like a little puppy to you? How many say yes? How many say no? OK. we’re dealing with an audience with a very limited imagination tonight.. Let me convince you of one thing, ladies and gentlemen of Ljubljana, or wherever the fuck you’re coming from tonight… And some of you Italians, too. We don’t wanna leave you Trieste folks out … this is the puppy for tonight, believe me, this is the puppy, the [Levis] puppy, and has… wait a minute, wait a minute … this puppy, this [Levi]-manufactured puppy … has refused to bring me the slippers and that means it must be punished!

7:47

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, about this dog, please remember, this dog is now, believe me, this dog is now a poodle. Do you have poodles in Ljubljana? OK. Let me tell you a little bit about the history of the poodle. When god first made the poodle it was a regular looking dog and had hair evenly distributed all over it’s tiny canine body. Then god made man and made woman out of the man. And as soon as the woman saw the poodle she made the man buy her a pair of scissors.

Now, the man, because he was a chump, bought the scissors for the woman. The woman took the scissors to the poodle and trimmed it. Right around here, fixed his nose to look like that, took a little bit off the middle, left a little bit on the end of the tail, a little bit on each foot, down there, down there, down there, down there and on this foot here and on this foot here and on this foot here, on this one here and a little bit more on this foot over here. Now this made the poodle one of the ugliest fuckin’ things you’ve ever seen in your life.

But did the woman care? No, she didn’t care what it looked like so long as it’s little nose was always wet his little tongue was always big and his little fuzzy feet always reached up and scratched on either side of that hairy little orifice between mom’s legs. And I am sure you realize deep down inside of your little Yugoslavian souls what I am really talking about. Now in case you don’t I’ll spell it right out for you – this poodle is eating your mother’s pussy live on stage in Ljubljana tonight, and we have a song about it and the song goes like this:

• besedilo v oglatih oklepajih je nerazumljivo ali pa je najboljši približek temu, kar se mi zdi, da pove. Če kdo razvozla te manjkajoče dele, bom hvaležen.