domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011

TODO POR LA PASTA...TOUR MUNDIAL

TODO POR LA PASTA...TOUR MUNDIAL

    Cuando veo una ejecución pública.... me viene a la mente si alguien, ó si muchos,  tienen derecho a tratar así a otra persona, por muy hijo de perra que nos cuenten que es. Nuestra tradición judeo-cristiana, entre el bien y el mal, nos dará que pensar. Pero si a estas alturas, has renegado de viejas creencias y no crees en nada, será mas fácil DEJARTE LLEVAR POR LA VENGANZA. Tanto cura pederasta, tanto pábulo a la curia que con artimañas y argucias legales se llevan la pasta a cambio del paraíso. Tanto diablo disfrazado de ángel ASESINO. Tanto Santo Grial en guerra  contra todo lo que no sea consagrado. Los Sex Pistols con sotana..... hostias.... es cierto...... TOUR MUNDIAL PARA TODA LA VIDA...

Las muertes de Bin Laden, Sadán Huseín, Gadafi. Muertes convenientes para un determinado lovi  político-social en el que finalmente nos meten a todos como cabezas pertenecientes a un gran circulo de convivencia pacífica. Parece sacado de un serial de peligrosos criminales. HOSTIAS... Todos tenían petróleo en sus venas. Algo verde, PETRODOLARES...como cuando espachurras un gusano de seda. Seguro que no eran de este mundo.... ¡Esto me suena!  Ahora lo entiendo, es una peli de moros y cristianos...como aquellas de Ben Hur y La Caída del Imperio Romano. Que ceguera la mía... ya lo decía Le Monde Diplomatic...la belleza esta en el interior.... MI PODER NO ES DE ESTE MUNDO. Si Cristo levantara la cabeza ¡Que no haría!

    Cuerpos que desaparecen en el mar. Cadáveres ensangrentados. Películas a través de teléfonos móviles con la neblina típica de una producción escasa de recursos pero a la vez inmediata. Resulta fácil matar, hacer desaparecer a alguien. A lo mejor es que existe alguna Suiza para refugiados importantes, con la cuenta corriente sangrando dólares. Gafas de sol, pelado al cero...en bermudas...NI DIOS TE CONOCE.  Con doce o dieciocho vírgenes eslavas retozando al lado.

    Es como los directivos españoles que van pasando de secretaría en secretaría, hasta pagarles los favores de sus épocas en activo. Como un purgatorio....pero cobrando. Grandes despachos en donde no tienen nada que hacer, excepto poner el cazo. A cuántos de esos que te han jodido la vida, te gustaría arrastrar por las calles y dejarles sin aliento. Cuánto hijo de su madre no te ha hecho la vida imposible y te gustaría vengarte.... Pero el odio a veces crece dentro hasta quemar y hacer daño. Pero si no hay testigos...Amiguito.... Todo quedará impune. Y si es una multitud arrastrada por el propósito de venganza,  la que impone su sentencia....... el móvil será la prueba de ejecución perfecta.  Alguien ha hecho algo en algún sitio para limpiar el mundo de capullos. Yo conozco varios de esos que deberían de desaparecer.... y estoy seguro que tú sabes de unos cuantos.... Podemos asociarnos, decir que somos empresarios...... coger dinero público, gastarlo, ... y luego vivir de puta madre....y como somos ASIN, dejaremos vivir en paz a los capullos...lo malo es que cada vez hay mas...y mas.... y llegará un momento en que será impensable el número de cabrones-capullos que hay en los puestos de administración de organismos del estado, bueno, ya es impensable. Y sus jerarquías son las que harán que haya una crisis.... en las que los pobres tendrán que joderse..y marcharse AL INFIERNO.  Sin vírgenes y sin un puto cuscurro de pan que llevarse a la boca..

domingo, 29 de mayo de 2011

INTENTO DE VOTO

      INTENTO DE VOTO

     Cuando hablamos de política, no deberíamos de interrumpir al conferenciante, al tertuliano, a la persona que habla. Igual que al opinar de cualquier otra cosa, como por ejemplo sobre gustos musicales, sobre cine, o dar opinión entre amigos. En ocasiones, sale lo peor que llevamos dentro, más aún si nos llevan la contraria. Si alguien, desea instaurar su opinión, a golpe de voz, o pretende llevar razón a toda costa, sin ponerse en el lugar de los otras. ¿Y qué más dará? Si las opiniones son tantas como personas hay en el mundo. Mecachis¡¡  Con lo que se aprende escuchando. Es una pena, las izquierdas, las derechas, siempre intentan agredirse y sacar las cosas de quicio. El momento actual, a título económico, es consecuencia de un mercado global que nos fagocita y del que no podemos salir de rositas, a no ser que tantos enemigos de lo ajeno, ladrones de cuello blanco, devuelvan todo ese dinero del que se han apropiado, pero será imposible. ¿Estamos sentenciados a ser un país pobre? ¿Devaluado, y relegado a un punto de ocio para turistas?  Digamos, que.. ¿hemos tocado fondo en un sistema capitalista?  No creo que los márgenes en la gobernabilidad de un país, sean demasiado grandes, pero, no se puede todo el tiempo marear al personal creando burbujas como fantasías para que la gente siga ignorando las verdades. Placebo racional. El dinero ha empezado a desaparecer, a esconderse y empieza a ser el gran ausente. Muchas iniciativas privadas, ó una gran parte de ellas, sucumbirán ante la llegada de los intereses bancarios. Otras, morirán ahogadas por lucha de intereses. Nada resulta fácil en un país tan provinciano, moldeado a los intereses del gobernante de turno. 

   Reflexionar sobre los programas políticos de los partidos, es conocer de cerca verdaderamente la asignatura pendiente. Aprobarles ó suspenderles en una mesa electoral, es el reto del ciudadano, es el reto de la democracia bien entendida. Hay muchas personas que por edad, por inexperiencia, por falta de conocimiento, ignoran realmente a quien están votando. Siempre sería bueno un pequeño repaso, para ser consecuentes. De lo contrario, la falta de criterio puede resultar fatídica. Parece un chiste. Pero la realidad es que los programas políticos brillan por ausentes. O es que tienen demasiados sumideros para desaparecer. 
     Votar por despecho, por odio- Ejercer el voto por cabreos, por castigo. Son términos que finalmente no sirven para mucho. Creo que para nada. Pero se utiliza mucho ésta formula en los últimos tiempos a modo de rebancha del último día. A la desesperada, para decantar hacia un lado u otro, el color de las urnas .Usar la inteligencia para repartir el voto y q las mayorías absolutas no usen la democracia como dictaduras, debería de ser un buen ejercicio a tener en cuenta. Saludable al menos, aunque difícil. Compartir, es otro ejercicio mas de solidaridad, al que no estamos acostumbrados. Tal vez porque nos han criado como hijos únicos demasiado tiempo. Si se comparte el poder, los beneficiados seremos los ciudadanos. Obligaría a los políticos a 
entenderse y tener que hacer su trabajo cada dia con empeño y dedicación, con transparencia y rigor. 
Veríamos otra clase política. Con otro empaque. Otro mundo es posible. Siempre. Pero todos deberíamos de tener esa inquietud. El 15 M es sin duda una actitud ante la rutina con la que muchos políticos llevan su dia a dia, sin ilusiones, contagiando el tedio a los ciudadanos. Y hay que renovarse ó morir. Salú

lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011

I keep on rockin' with Gary...

Heartbreak of the blonde beauty who was Thin Lizzy guitarist Gary Moore’s last love

By Karen Rice
Last updated at 4:45 PM on 13th February 2011
Lonely: Petra Nioduschewski cuts an isolated figure at the five-star hotel in Andalusia following the death of her famous boyfriend
Lonely: Petra Nioduschewski cuts an isolated figure at the five-star hotel in Andalusia following the death of her famous boyfriend
Dazzling sunshine bathes the terrace where the guests take breakfast in one of Andalucia's most luxurious hotels.
The mountains of Africa shimmer on the horizon across a postcard-blue Mediterranean.
The well heeled clientèle of the five-star Kempinski resort on the Costa del Sol are enjoying the luxury of dining al fresco in the second week of February.

But one guest seems utterly at odds with the picture of leisurely indolence. Petra Nioduschewski sits alone.
Her head is bowed, as she clutches a mobile phone to her ear, her face pallid and her eyes red-raw. The statuesque blonde never walks the nearby beach or uses the hotel spa or its three outdoor swimming pools.
She emerges from her room only to eat and then she always eats alone, breakfast, dinner and tea.

That Petra is disconsolate with grief is entirely understandable. What she had planned as an intimate idyll, six away-from-it-all days with her boyfriend Gary Moore went traumatically wrong when the guitar legend dropped dead within hours of their arrival last Saturday evening.

But why she should be so wretchedly alone - at the very moment when she should be the centre of attention, the object of universal sympathy and support - is another story altogether.
After all, it was Petra who shared the Belfastman's €600,000 house in Hove, a seaside suburb of Brighton, and she who shared the last, by all accounts blissful, two years of his life. It was she who found his lifeless body and struggled desperately to resuscitate him; she who coped with the grim formalities of death certificates, post-mortems and police.

Now she is alone. Her family were unable to join her; and his family, by all appearances, has shunned her.
Scroll down to watch a video of the Thin Lizzy guitarist in action in his prime
Legend: Moore, pictured here in 2009, died after a suspected heart attack
Legend: Moore, pictured here in 2009, died after a suspected heart attack
A friend said: 'Petra is on her own which is really horrible. None of her family was able to come because they're all working. She doesn't want to visit places because she'll feel even more on her own and she really misses Gary.
'It's so hard for her, she just wants to hug him. He was always holding her hand. She cries a lot and spends all her time in her room on the phone or computer to friends and family.
'When she's asleep she forgets what's happened, then she wakes up, and Gary's not there, it's like a punch in the stomach. But she's trying to look after herself because she doesn't want to have a break down.
'She's drinking herbal tea and believes Gary is watching over her. She remembers how Gary would always say you have to eat, so even though she has no appetite, she looks at her watch and says, "Now I have to have something to eat".

Tragic: Moore and his girlfriend had been staying at the Kempinsky Hotel in Estepona, on the Costa del Sol
Tragic: Moore and his girlfriend had been staying at the Kempinsky Hotel in Estepona, on the Costa del Sol

Home: Moore lived in Hove, near Brighton, with his second wife and child
Home: Moore lived in Hove, near Brighton, with his second wife and child
The twice-married ex-Thin Lizzy guitarist's family, including his brother, Cliff, flew in on Tuesday. They spent an hour over coffee with Petra, while she explained the complexities of repatriating his body from Spain to Britain.
Then they decamped to Malaga, 75km away - taking Gary's body, his suitcase and even his guitar with them, and leaving the 35-year-old German on her own.

Her only solace comes from the sympathetic hotel staff, who have taken her on a shopping trip to El Corte Ingles, and the hotel cat, a ginger tabby called Rafael.
A hotel source said: 'We do think it's difficult that she is here alone. It's impossible to know why. But while she is so much younger than Gary, they seemed very in love.'
Effects: Gary Moore's family collected his guitar and bags from Estepona
Effects: Gary Moore's family collected his guitar and bags from Estepona
The mood is in stark contrast to the atmosphere when Gary and Petra arrived a week ago, having flown to Malaga and travelled an hour north to Estepona and their luxury hotel, where butlers attend to guests' every whim.
Staff at the Kempinski, which has its own art gallery and designer clothes store, had been told in advance that a famous musician would be spending the week with them.
The couple were shown to the fourth floor, where they checked into a de luxe sea-view room costing around €250 a night. They made plans to hire a car and drive around Estepona, where Gary had a villa for several years, and to tour the Costa del Sol once they had settled in.

They were going to enjoy a romantic meal in the hotel's candlelit restaurant that night but it was closed so, instead, they had a hamburger and a sandwich at the hotel bar, which is tucked away to one side of the sprawling lobby. They shared champagne, and took a stroll along the Playa el Padron beach as the sun went down, before returning to the hotel bar.

'They were a very affectionate and close couple,' said a hotel source. 'You could see they were very much in love. Gary was famous but he was very down to earth. He signed two autographs for staff, describing a waiter as an "amigo".
The couple had a couple of brandies each and then a waiter offered them a liqueur. They left the bar around 11.30pm and I remember Gary said, "You're the best waiter in the world", and then he said, "See you tomorrow".
'They were very amorous and holding hands when they left.' But in the early hours, the 58-year-old guitarist stopped breathing, after apparently suffering a heart attack in his room. Petra desperately tried to resuscitate him before calling for help but the musician was already cold.
'At around four o'clock in the morning, she called for help and a security guard went to the room and found Gary on the bed in his underpants.

 
'He tried to pump his heart but he was already cold. She was in a bathrobe, completely shocked. She had tried to resuscitate him before the security guard got there. When the ambulance came, they didn't try to shock his heart because he was already gone.'

Grief: The pain shows on the face of Petra Nioduschewski
Grief: The pain shows on the face of Petra Nioduschewski
A friend said: 'Petra tried to help Gary. She gave him mouth to mouth and tried his heart until help came - they told her she did everything right. There were no signs of trouble, he had been fine all day and then he just stopped breathing. She knew there was something up when she couldn't hear him breathing any more.'

Preliminary results of the post-mortem are believed to have shown he died of natural causes. Friends have been quick to dismiss reports that his death was drink related, describing him as 'clean living'.
Old buddy Smiley Bolger said: 'He hadn't touched drugs since way, way, way back in his youth and he wasn't a heavy drinker.
'He liked a drink but that was about it. He was asthmatic and didn't smoke. If anything, he was probably a bit overweight.'

Now Petra waits alone for word of when Gary's body can be released and she can go home. His family must now sort out the legal affairs of the multimillionaire whose fortune will no doubt be divided between his first wife, with whom he had two sons, Jack and Gus, and whose marriage ended in 1993, and his second wife and their teenage daughter, Lily. Moore was careful with his money, even parsimonious.
Despite having an estimated €23million income from his two London-based companies, Moore was only giving himself a yearly wage of €44,000 at the time of his death - €15,800 from Bonuswise and €28,200 from Orionstar, from a combined annual turnover of €1.76million.
His guitar collection, including his cherished Les Pauls, was valued at around €235,000.
Then there was the Hove house he shared with Petra, believed to have been bought last November for €600,000.
His fortune is the result of his immense talent and a career that spanned blues, hard rock and ballads, bringing him chart success and the admiration of his musical peers. Over a long solo career, Moore released 20 solo studio albums and had a string of top-40 hits as a solo artist, including Parisienne Walkways in 1979 and Out In The Fields, with Phil Lynott, in 1985.
Despite his fame, he shunned the limelight and was described as a quiet neighbour by locals in Brighton. He was known for helping young bands to get a label and often played in local pubs and for charity for free.
He continued to perform in recent years, toured Ukraine last year and even played for Vladimir Putin's birthday in the Kremlin. Bryan Adams described Moore as a 'guitarist extraordinaire' while Bob Geldof said: 'Without question, one of the great Irish bluesmen.'

But Petra's future now looks uncertain, even precarious. And the greatest tragedy of all is that, as the Mail can now exclusively reveal, Moore may have been about to secure that future. Friends say he proposed to Petra hours before his death, toasting the union with champagne.

'They had just arrived in the hotel and that evening, Gary told Petra he was thrilled to be with her and that he wanted to marry her. She didn't have to think about it because she wanted to marry him although she wasn't expecting the proposal.

Of course, there would have been formalities to go through but she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Gary.

'They said some really nice things to each other that night. He said he would propose to her properly later on because he didn't have a ring and that he would go down on bended knee. She said it was so cute and he was so nice.
'Gary said that once he'd proposed properly, she'd have to dance the first dance with him at their wedding. He said that because he knew Petra hates dancing but, of course, she agreed. Then they opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate and when they raised their glasses, he said, "Cheers to us".

'But it wasn't to be. Petra is so lost. She said what's happened is like something out of a movie except it is real.
'She keeps asking why and saying that he was the love of her life. She's in a bad state.

‘It will be really hard for Petra to go home to the house and he won't be there. She'll be home alone, that's when it will really hit her.'

 

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1356537/Gary-Moores-blonde-beauty-Petra-Nioduschewski-Thin-Lizzy-guitarists-love.html#ixzz1DxufXHjy

jueves, 27 de enero de 2011

LA CHATARRERÍA

A los periódicos les pasa como a los informativos de la tele. Apenas se involucran. Claro, que harán un pequeño giro hacia un lado u otro, dependiendo de los intereses que tenga la producción ejecutiva.
      Llega un momento que el lector, oyente, se empieza a desilusionar. Al menos a mi me pasa. Las noticias, aparecen como un tabloide continuo....sin alma, brutal, sin vaselina...
Sin opiniones, y sobre todo, sin soluciones. Nada se resuelve. Todo flota en el mas allá de los interrogantes que nunca se solucionan.....
......Habrá que esperar al juicio, dentro de tres años, o cuatro años....tal vez esté resuelto en el periódico del dia siguiente..jaja , ó pasado mañana, ó a un mes vista, ó nunca.  A mi esto, me produce ansiedad. Como en la radio,.... todos hablan, dicen cantidad de cosas y lo dejas por cansancio....o porque se les ha ido la hora y no les da tiempo... es como si jugar los tiempos de modo dicen que inteligente para no decir nada, fuera lo inteligente.....
Cojo el "peiper"..., empiezas a leer y chás!! Ciclista sentenciado, humillado y jodido por cincuenta picogramos de clembuterol, que parece que es un estimulante. Y parece ser, que tuvo lugar por comerse un solomillo. Menos mal que era un solomillo, que si llega a ser un filetito cutre, lo mismo tiene almidón, epo, plásticos nitroglicerinados.... enharinados en pasta de colada biomuertedegradable...!Ah¡ Si por un momento pensaramos en la minuciosidad con la que analizan lo digerido, las UCI , la AMA, la AEA ...y los fundamentos jurídicos para sancionar desde la responsabilidad, nada mas y nada menos, por el Codigo Mundial Antidopage, desde el Tribunal Arbitral del Deporte(TAS)...... Yo me he perdido lo siento... Pero quería decir que, si analizaramos con arte minucioso y paciente lo que comemos la gente normal, ¿daríamos doping todo el rato? Osea, comemos mierda, respiramos mierda y tenemos que ser además, felices. Tengo una pregunta que jamás le haré al presidente de un gobierno, sobre todo, porque nunca le entrevistaré ¿cuanta porquería comemos los que no somos deportistas de élite? Deberían de vender en las farmacias a modo de predictor para embarazo, una especie de test para saber los niveles de basura ingerida  en las últimas veinticuatro horas? sus proporciones, efectos secundarios a corto y largo plazo y papeles del fabricante. Tal vez podríamos meterle un poco de clembuterol en vena al empresario que nos drogomata lentamente y encima se hace millonario a nuestra costa....Soy partidario de crea un Comité de Competencias Importantes que aglutine al Comité de Competición y al de Salud Pública.
Carlos Pina 2011