* Your community, your future!
So, this is the story of a young man from my not-so-holy little town who went to study at that very college. I used to hang out with him back then, and I knew it took him years and years—more than ten—to finish his degree in Economics. But he managed to finish it at great cost (or so we thought), and he was highly respected around here. On election days, he had a permanent spot as the president of a polling station. I’d say the doctor was revered and even wore his graduation ring.
Here, in my not-so-holy little town, everyone knew that despite all those years of studying, he’d managed to become a professor in the Economics department. This really puzzled me—how could someone who, at the very least, had a 10.0 GPA be a university professor? To me, it could only have been through some serious connections! But I was also puzzled by the fact that I never saw him at the college, since I was studying there at the time, and what’s more, his name never appeared on the list of faculty members! It was all very strange! I was still very naive, for even more serious situations were about to unfold at this college!
Until the professor’s father died, at which point a new chapter began in this professor’s life. He returned to our not-so-holy little town, claiming he was coming back to study and finish his doctorate. But the months went by, and by, until people began to find it strange that the professor hadn’t returned to work at the university. It was then that an investigation into the professor’s life was launched—an investigation carried out by his own family. And what did they discover? A scandal: the professor was a fraud! He had never made it past the first year of his degree program, wasn’t a professor at all, and had never worked a single day in his life! Out of pride, the father kept him in Coimbra and perpetuated the lie that he had a son who was a professor at the University of Coimbra. The lie was very well constructed and orchestrated! I have my doubts—which are practically certainties—that the rest of the family, with connections to the University, knew everything and covered up the whole story of lies! Just like the family has already covered up and been involved in another scandal involving another fraudster right here in my not-so-holy little town!
This fake doctor is currently struggling with severe financial difficulties; he has been rejected by his family—who only cared about him when he was supposedly important—and by society. He was never invited to be a polling station president again! Justice was served, or maybe karma caught up with him. The truth is slow in coming but always comes out; it may take time, but I believe that a lie, no matter how well hidden, always ends up being exposed!
That’s what I’m hoping for too: Justice! There are a lot of “nice people” out there—unless I’m mistaken—or maybe they’re also colleagues of this fake doctor, with fake master’s degrees and phony or fabricated doctorates! In this not-so-holy little corner of the world of mine, with more oddities than Entroncamento, it’s a veritable flood of lies and cover-ups. But remember, it may take time, but the Truth will catch up with you, and you’ll know exactly that karma never fails—it may take time, but when it comes to collect, it does so with interest and inflation adjustments!
Como banda sonora deste post escolhi a banda Depeche Mode, com a canção "Precious"! As mentiras são preciosas mas frágeis, necessitam de um cuidado especial, preparem-se porque vai doer, Deus tem um master plano!
For the soundtrack to this post, I’ve chosen the band Depeche Mode and their song “Precious”! Lies are precious but fragile; they require special handling. Get ready, because it’s going to hurt—because God has a master plan!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1i5ViLVaa4&list=RDe1i5ViLVaa4&start_radio=1
Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!
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Os mesmos locais, antes e depois do passar dos anos e, como evoluiram! Penso que a evolução é clara, não vos parece? Mas para um post ficar perfeito falta-me a banda sonora. Depois de pensar algum tempo, lembrei-me que a banda sonora adequada e muito actual seria e mais uma vez, uma canção dos Muse: "United States of Eurasia". Já vão perceber porquê!
The same places, before and after the passage of time—and look how they’ve changed! I think the transformation is clear, don’t you agree? But for this post to be perfect, I’m missing the soundtrack. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that the perfect, very timely soundtrack would be—once again—a song by Muse: “United States of Eurasia.” You’ll see why!
Just as I was delighted to witness the transformation of my city, Muse’s song also begins with a dream of a world united as a single country, with all of humanity living in peace and harmony! But we all know that this would be completely impossible—it would be a utopia in stark contrast to the dystopia depicted in George Orwell’s 1984, which served as the inspiration for the lyrics of this song!
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Nesse livro, o que temos são duas super potências em confronto, os EUA em hegemonia e a outra super potência constituída por Europa+Ásia+Médio Oriente. A canção de uma forma poética fala de geopolítica (relações internacionais) e de guerras sem fim e que nem se sabe como e porquê começaram. Isto não vos diz nada, relativamente à nossa actualidade e ao comportamento de Trump?
In this book, we see two superpowers in conflict: the United States, acting as the dominant power, and the other superpower comprising Europe, Asia, and the Middle East. The song poetically addresses geopolitics (international relations) and endless wars—wars whose origins and reasons remain unclear. Doesn’t this ring a bell when it comes to our current situation and Trump’s behavior?
A canção termina com o Nocturno de Chopin, ouvindo-se bem lá no fundo crianças, os inocentes, a brincar e duas bombas a partir, uma de cada super potência, deixando-nos a concluir que se trata do fim deste planeta, pois são bombas nucleares que estão a ser usadas. O fim da humanidade e do planeta Terra. Feita a review desta canção, pergunto-vos: para onde acham que a humanidade caminha? Para uma união de países ou para o colapso do planeta?
The song ends with Chopin’s Nocturne, with the faint sound of children—the innocent ones—playing in the background, and two bombs going off, one from each superpower, leading us to conclude that this is the end of the planet, since nuclear bombs are being used. The end of humanity and of planet Earth. Having reviewed this song, I ask you: where do you think humanity is headed? Toward a union of nations or toward the collapse of the planet?
We thus have U.S. hegemony under the leadership of a schizophrenic Trump, indulging his delusions and behaving in ways that are increasingly detached from reality. One moment he threatens to wipe out an entire people overnight, or the next day, as if a severe mental disorder were affecting his way of thinking, feeling, and acting; the next, he changes his mind as if he were a weather vane on a hurricane day! Do you realize where this madman is leading us? Into the chaos of international relations!
That’s why I love looking at these side-by-side photos, where past and present coexist in harmony and peace—and only in this way is progress possible! I don’t know if future generations will be able to do what I’ve done in this post! On June 10, Portugal Day, I hope that Portugal—and its leaders—will decide whose side they’re on! Right now, Portugal’s position is ambiguous!
On the one hand, Portugal stands with the European Union, as it is a member and shows solidarity with its other European partner countries on security matters. On the other hand, it sides with Trump by allowing planes headed to wage war in Iran to use Lages Air Base in the Azores. Whose side are we on, after all? With that madman Trump or with the EU? Go ahead and celebrate Portugal Day’s spinelessness—maybe one day the celebration will look just like the last photo in this post!
P.S.: Portugal has now been elected as a non-permanent member of the United Nations Security Council. I’m sorry, but this makes me want to laugh—or cry. What diplomatic clout does Portugal really have? Is this our chance to give Trump the middle finger?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwB9IaYNE70&list=RDGwB9IaYNE70&start_radio=1
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But this day is also important to me, because today would have been my dear grandmother Isaura’s birthday; she passed away at the same age I am now, which is why I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday. I felt that this year wouldn’t be a good one, and even though we’re already halfway through it, my fears have been confirmed. It really hasn’t been a good year. There have been many difficulties faced and many battles fought—many won, to be sure. But considering that my army has only one soldier—me—while the enemy cowardly has multiple resources and presents itself in a thousand and one ways and forms! I do not consider myself defeated; on the contrary, with this disparity in resources, the enemy must feel ashamed!
Neste carrocel da vida, damos voltas e mais voltas, pensamos que estamos a evoluir e afinal nunca saímos do mesmo lugar. Aparecem-nos uns bonecos engraçados - aparentemente - mas é só para nos baralhar os sentidos! Acreditem! A música escolhida para banda sonora deste post "My Ugly Boy" da banda Skunk Anansie, assenta aqui que nem uma luva. Quem vê caras não vê corações e, eu tenho visto uns corações muito feios. É uma música com bom ritmo mas com uma letra horrífica, mas dedico-a a um "menino", neste Dia Mundial da Criança, mimado, cuja vida sempre foi fácil e não tem a noção das dificuldades da maioria das pessoas!
On this merry-go-round of life, we go round and round, thinking we’re moving forward, but in the end we never leave the same spot. Some funny little figures pop up—or so it seems—but it’s just to confuse our senses! Believe me! The song chosen as the soundtrack for this post, “My Ugly Boy” by Skunk Anansie, fits here like a glove. You can’t judge a book by its cover, and I’ve seen some very ugly hearts. It’s a song with a good beat but horrendous lyrics, but I dedicate it to a spoiled “boy” on this World Children’s Day, whose life has always been easy and who has no idea of the hardships most people face!
Quero dizer a este "menino" que o trabalho que desenvolve na internet interessa a quem? Às pessoas da minha localidade e de outras (às da minha interessarão certamente) que interesse tem? NENHUM! Quem vê esse trabalho? As elites onde se move? Claro, são sempre os mesmos, por isso eu fui "apagada". Nem sei como o classificar sem ter uma revolta nas entranhas! Passar o dia a fazer bonecos e a a maltratar mulheres indefesas, é assim que se satisfaz? Que desilusão, mas a bem dizer a minha intuição sempre me disse isso! Arrogante, vaidoso, fraco, falso e perigoso! Não quero nada de si, a não ser distância e a resposta a uma pergunta:
PORQUÊ?
I want to ask this “boy”: who cares about the work he does online? What interest does it hold for people in my town and elsewhere (it certainly interests those in mine)? NONE! Who sees this work? The elites he moves in with? Of course, it’s always the same people—that’s why I was “erased.” I don’t even know how to describe it without feeling a surge of rage in my gut! Spending the day making puppets and mistreating defenseless women—is that how you find satisfaction? What a disappointment, but to be honest, my intuition always told me that! Arrogant, vain, weak, fake, and dangerous! I want nothing from you, except distance and the answer to one question:
WHY?
🎈🎈🎈 FELIZ DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA!🎈🎈🎈
🎈🎈🎈 HAPPY WORLD CHILDREN'S DAY!🎈🎈🎈
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQ6WFUNwRUs&list=RDCQ6WFUNwRUs&start_radio=1
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Agradecimento/Thanks to: Carrocel do Mickey
The truth is, my hesitation to publish this post stems from the fact that I’m provoked almost daily by various people—even those very close to me—with one provocation and betrayal after another, which has caused me a great deal of suffering. These people’s goal is to get a reaction out of me, so they can then say I’m overreacting or rude, and play the part of the saint and the victim, while I’m the one left looking bad in this dirty game they’re so well-trained and advised to play. So, after this post—which is, in fact, a reaction to what they’re doing to me—I hope that on my blog, anyone who doesn’t like what they read can go on with their life and never come back! The door is always open for anyone who feels they’ve been called out to leave!
These are just three examples that come to mind, but I have plenty more to share! Would these people like it if I played mind games with them just because I think they should change their behavior? Would they accept my meddling in their lives? What a lack of awareness and respect for my life and privacy! What pathetic little people you’ve turned out to be—look at yourselves. Don’t you have anything better to do? Well, there are some good perks, aren’t there?
You should know that you have blood on your hands. I hope you have serious pangs of conscience about what you’re doing. Of course, if you did, you would have stopped this a long time ago! I ask once again:
Have I ever meddled in your lives?
Just so you know, I don’t pick up on smoke signals, light signals, or Morse code, so cut out those stupid mind games—they make you look really bad. Don't show up at my door or call me—I won't answer! I dedicate this Muse song, “Sunburn,” to your conscience. I hope you sleep well tonight and every night! But remember that the Law of Return is waiting to give you a really painful sunburn—shame on you!
This post is a follow-up to this one
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