Donald Trump Photograph by Mark Seliger
Donald Trump, as a man, is a very interesting subject. Click on his mug and read a very interesting article written by Paul Solotaroff and published by the Rolling Stones.
What I’m interested in is Trump as a social phenomenon.
Aici a fost un articol ‘repostat’ de pe un blog care intre timp a fost ‘dilit’ cu totul.
Era despre protestul medicilor cu privire la faptul ca au fost trecuti in randul functionarilor publici.
Daca va intereseaza subiectul puteti citi postul precedent.
Dragi pacienți ai sistemului medical românesc, dar mai ales drag viitor pacient,
Mă adresez ție cu respect și considerație. Mă adresez ție în speranța că îți vei rupe din timpul tău și mă vei asculta 10 minute, acum, aici, înafara oricărei împrejurări medicale, mă adresez ție ca de la om la om. Sunt incă studentă, încă un vlăstar tânăr, dar pentru tine, dragul meu viitor pacient, învăț cu spor, ca atunci când vei ajunge în cabinetul meu sa pot să îți alin durerea. Să știu să te ascult chiar și atunci când îmi vei povesti de toți nepoții tăi, de câinele tău, să am răbdare atunci când vei veni supărat și poate nu îmi vei adresa cele mai frumoase cuvinte, dar să înțeleg că te doare și că eu, doctorul tău, te văd poate în cea mai vulnerabilă stare a ta, cea de boală. Pentru tine, dragul meu viitor pacient…
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People starting to trust each-other instead of blindly following the rule of the land was what transformed feudalism into ‘capitalism’/free market/democracy.
That came to be when populations happening to inhabit a certain area morphed into nations = people developed enough understanding about their fellow countryman as to trust them.
Nowadays capital no longer signifies trust but a mere pile of money and democracy has devolved into a mere ritual.
This is why nationalism has degenerated from ‘I know/trust you so let’s do business together’ into ‘I’m afraid of everybody else so I need you to guard my back’.
“i wish i could talk to someone. i wish i could talk to my parents about all the things ive seen. theres so much i dont understand and so much that hurts to have seen. its like my eyes are directly related to my heart and my heart has been the heart of an old man for a long time.”
my name is kevin. im 10 today. i had to lie, of course, when i went to get my email address and when i went to start this blog, and when i went to open my first facebook account. i had to pretend i was 20. why? so i could be a ‘person’.
you see, 10 year olds aren’t real people yet. we can’t write what we want. we cant say what we want. we can’t have facebook. we can’t do fuck all. and yet, believe me, ive SEEN it all when my parents were out of the room. and when my teachers were out of the room.
parent, teachers, all of them are so so sadly messed up. they say they want to ‘protect’ us from things by blocking websites at school and by our parents putting computers in the kitchen so they can peek over our shoulders when…
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I remember that we did study this subject here in Romania. Not as intensively as the French Revolution but still…
Well, that was some 40 years ago, I’ll have to ask my son about the present situation.
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