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Voiculescu, intr-un moment usor jenant
Scarbit de periile propriilor angajati, Dan Voiculescu a iesit din barlogul sau si a dat fuga la prietenul Vantu pentru emisiunea Ora de foc de la Realitatea. Aici il astepta zambitoare Oana Stancu, fosta lui angajata. In alt studio, era invitata o invatatoare care, cu o seara inainte, trimisese un e-mail in care blestema guvernul Boc. Pana aici, toate premisele ca turnatorul sa isi vada gadilat orgoliul.

Dar, stupoare! In timp ce Felix isi desira aberatiile demagogice despre pensionari si someri, invatatoarea l-a intrerupt, amintindu-i ca si el face parte din clasa politica si ca si-ar dori un raspuns la ce poate face in urmatoarea saptamana, nu anul viitor. Invatatoarea era departe de a fi vreun strateg economic, era pur si simplu un om necajit si umilit de prea multe lucruri din jur, peisaj din care dadea de inteles ca nu-l exclude nici pe dl Voiculescu. A spus si ea ce s-a priceput, anume ca parlamentarii si-ar putea dona leafa (Voiculescu o face deja, ca n-are nevoie). Era, cel mult, o naivitate de om strivit de unii ca Voiculescu, de om care intreaba cum sa se descurce saptamana viitoare cu banii. Per total, un moment cam penibil pentru Voiculescu, proaspatul protector al saracilor, dar nu chiar traumatizant pentru soriciul gros al varanului.
reactia lingaului suprem
In emisiunea “In gura presei”, Mircea Badea a alocat circa 10 minute unui suvoi de laturi aruncate in capul sarmanei profesoare care indraznise sa ii sifoneze imaginea patronului. Pentru sugestia cu salariul de parlamentar, invatatoarea a fost facuta “miloaga penibila, cersetoare cu nivel de tata proasta, coclita”. Si jignirile curgeau fara oprire: persoana care asteapta o flegma, cu nivel sub zero, pe care vreau sa o vad tavalindu-se de foame.

germenul totalitar
Exista ceva mai adanc decat slugarnicia crasa in acest tip de reactii, atat de proprii lui Mircea Badea, dar nu numai lui. Si o spun cu mila pentru tinerii care vad in Mircea Badea un erou al libertatii de expresie, cei care, accidental, imi viziteaza blogul, pentru a lasa cate o injuratura sau o urare gen “sa arzi in flacari!”.
Mi-e greu sa spun cum arata libertatea in lumea noastra, dar sunt convins ca ea e la polul opus al celor doua totalitarisme ale secolului XX. Si cred ca in miezul oricarui sistem totalitar sta acea ura fata de oricine are alta parere sau alta optiune. Ar trebui sa ne scuturam de teama de fiecare data cand ii auzim pe Badea sau pe Ciutacu tunand ca vor “sa ii vada zvarcolindu-se in chinuri” pe toti cei care au votat altfel decat le-au sugerat ei in campanie. E absolut irelevant pe cine au ales, din ce oferta sau din ce considerente. (Daca Geoana ar fi marit pensiile, ales fiind in locul lui Basescu.) Esential e ca au avut o alta optiune, fie ea cea mai proasta imaginabil. Si ar trebui sa ne scuturam de indignare de fiecare data cand cineva e umilit, redus la un nivel subuman, din nou, pentru acelasi unic motiv: a fi indraznit sa gandeasca altfel de cum trebuia.
Acestea doua sunt ingredientele de baza, care pun in miscare rotitele unui sistem totalitar: ura fata de cei care au alta opinie, indiferent ca ei formeaza o minoritatea sau o majoritate, si desfigurarea mentala a oponentului, pana la nivelul sub-omului, al gandacului care merita si trebuie strivit. Lor li se adauga slugarnicia oarba a oportunistului, care nu mai face tot ce i se cere. Face tot ce isi inchipuie ca i-ar placea celui pe care il serveste, fara sa i se mai ceara.
Iar cand ai adunat o armata de indivizi cu un mental care indeplineste aceste conditii, nu mai ai decat sa alegi locul unde iti amplasezi “uzinele”: Auschwitz, Sahalin, Lubianka, Sighet…

Nici nu se compara cu orginalul, dar sa zicem ca e si ea vesela si zgubilitica, pacat ca nu intelege exact despre ce canta.

A long long time ago I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock ‘n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
Cuz I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing

Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well, I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

They started singing

Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

We started singin’



 

I’m alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you waiting there swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember the soldier standing next to me
Riding on the Metro

I was smiling as you took my hand
Saw the mood we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
It isn’t passed there’s still a hurt
You were passed as shallow word
It isn’t passed there’s still a hurt
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away..
sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I’ll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember the night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the Metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then walked away
Fuck you for loving me
Riding on the Metro



 

Such a lonely day
And it’s mine
The most loneliest day in my life

Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It’s a day that I can’t stand

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Shouldn’t exist
It’s a day that I’ll never miss

Such a lonely day
And it’s mine
The most loneliest day of my life

And if you go,
I wanna go with you
And if you die,
I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
And it’s mine
It’s a day that I’m glad I survived



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