NO PAÍS DAS SIGLAS E DAS VACAS SAGRADAS DAS CORES DO ARCO-ÍRIS

NUM MUNDO DE SAGRADAS VACAS É BOM SER O BOI

PORTUCALE SOPA DE SIGLAS E.R.S.E, A.N.A.C.O.M., R.E.F.E.R

onde 3500 vacas pastam 80 milhões de salafrários e cagam 6000 milhões em excrementos

T.P.(que tanto dá para julgar como para fazer turismo)

Enfim que se pode dizer de um país em que as siglas comem e vampirizam

em proveito próprio um estado já de si corrupto

e prenhe de dezenas de milhares de bovinos inamovíveis

volta-se à esquerda vacas, volta-se à direita vacas

seguimos em frente vacas, há blocos de vacas e vacas em blocos

vacas estatais e vacas privatizadas, vacas vermelhas e pretas

há vacas que já não se lembram que são vacas

NUM MUNDO DE VACAS É BOM SER O BOI

DEDICADO AOS DOIS BOIS QUE DISPUTAM AS VACAS

DEUS NOS NÚMEROS E OS NÚMEROS DE DEUS 10-10-10

DEUS NOS NÚMEROS E OS NÚMEROS DE DEUS 10-10-10
ESTES São os números aziagos
são os números do princípio do fim
tal como 1-11-55 foram o dia do fim dos princípios
os números dão destas voltas
11-11-11 é tempo de mudar as pecuniárias imaterialidades
12-12-12 será tempo de voltarmos a andar nas estradas do mundo
infelizmente são estradas muito frequentadas
o mais certo será cada agrupamento de gentes olhar desconfiado os vizinhos
teremos caminheiros ateus e católicos, judeus e muçulmanos, republicanos e monárquicos, anarquistas e comunistas, socialistas e laranjinhas C
todos indo por caminhos diferentes mas na mesma direcção
o abismo 6-6-6 será terminado em 16?

TERMINAÇÕES

DOS ESPAÇOS NAS PALAVRAS e DAS PALAVRAS NOS ESPAÇOS

a normalidade está apenas a um espaço da anormalidade

a ruína está apenas a uma letra e a um acento do que nos arruina

a realidade está a ir na irrealidade

e a irrealidade está a ir da realidade

o primeiro ministro é muitas vezes o último

um cavaco nem sempre vai para a fogueira

por vezes é o cavaco que nos atira na fogueira

LETRAS NUM ESPAÇO APENAS AS letras NUM ESPAÇO SEPARAM O SENHOR DO ASSINO DO ASSASSINO
NO SENHOR

DEUSES DE PACOTILHA

OBSERVANDO AS TORRADAS NUMA MANHÂ DE NEVOEIRO (EMBORA COM FALTA DO DITO CUJO)
UM PROFESSOR FUTURÓlogo descobriu um Défice na sua capacidade de ser ECONOMISTA
em tempo de eleições
CAVACOS FAZEM PRELECÇÕES aos DINOSSAUROS

Abriram-se as Portas da PERCEPÇÃO

Nörsk God's

Before they died, some of the gods created other forms of life
Their creations were their survivors
Some live by fire
some live by ice

The fire and the living ice will remain
The terrible cold
And the myth of a hell under the world
The god's raised castles along the coast
And all castles fell

Alguns caem mais lentamente que outros

Mas parece uma boa altura para começarem a cair de novo

mais ano menos ano

WILDE GODS with Oscar's In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press.

In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press.
That is an improvement certainly. But still it is very bad, and wrong, and demoralising.
Somebody—was it Burke?—called journalism the fourth estate.
That was true at the time, no doubt.
But at the present moment it really is the only estate.
It has eaten up the other three.
The Lords Temporal say nothing, the Lords Spiritual have nothing to say, and the House of Commons has nothing to say and says it.
We are dominated by Journalism.

In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs for ever and ever. Fortunately in America Journalism has carried its authority to the grossest and most brutal extreme.
As a natural consequence it has begun to create a spirit of revolt. People are amused by it, or disgusted by it, according to their temperaments. But it is no longer the real force it was. It is not seriously treated. In England, Journalism, not, except in a few well-known instances, having been carried to such excesses of brutality, is still a great factor, a really remarkable power. The tyranny that it proposes to exercise over people’s private lives seems to me to be quite extraordinary.
The fact is, that the public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.



Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.

In centuries before ours the public nailed the ears of journalists to the pump. That was quite hideous. In this century journalists have nailed their own ears to the keyhole. That is much worse. And what aggravates the mischief is that the journalists who are most to blame are not the amusing journalists who write for what are called Society papers. The harm is done by the serious, thoughtful, earnest journalists, who solemnly, as they are doing at present, will drag before the eyes of the public some incident in the private life of a great statesman, of a man who is a leader of political thought as he is a creator of political force, and invite the public to discuss the incident, to exercise authority in the matter, to give their views, and not merely to give their views, but to carry them into action, to dictate to the man upon all other points, to dictate to his party, to dictate to his country; in fact, to make themselves ridiculous, offensive, and harmful.

SHAW Preface TO DOCTOR's DILEMMA

It is not the fault of our doctors that the medical service of the community, as at present provided for, is a murderous absurdity.
That any sane nation, having observed that you could provide for the supply of bread by giving bakers a pecuniary interest in baking for you, should go on to give a surgeon a pecuniary interest in cutting off your leg, is enough to make one despair of political humanity. But that is precisely what we have done. And the more appalling the mutilation, the more the mutilator is paid. He who corrects the ingrowing toe-nail receives a few shillings: he who cuts your inside out receives hundreds of guineas, except when he does it to a poor person for practice.
Scandalized voices murmur that these operations are unnecessary.


They may be. It may also be necessary to hang a man or pull down a house.

But we take good care not to make the hangman and the housebreaker the judges of that. If we did, no man's neck would be safe and no man's house stable. But we do make the doctor the judge, and fine him anything from sixpence to several hundred guineas if he decides in our favor. I cannot knock my shins severely without forcing on some surgeon the difficult question, "Could I not make a better use of a pocketful of guineas than this man is making of his leg? Could he not write as well—or even better—on one leg than on two?

Dilemma's, o bom médico extermina os parasitas ditatoriais para manter o domínio sobre o homem doente, da europa ou do egipto , nós que somos gregos tanto nos faz, mas parece-me que vai ficar sírio perdão sério em breve

sírios nacionalizados socialisticamente vulgo SNS

a bombar-se em revoluções desde que prantAram cedros no líbano