C'EST LA GUERRE (86)

I surprise myself with raised head, distracted, with sardonic look, absent and a little sad, looking one portrait of Neannie in front of the mirror in our Zoo, which I have on my desk with a very kind dedicatory of the Minister of health and MASH situations, M.M. who carried out the management of the issue. I´m following on my thoughts, on the order of the day, on the mankind.

— All this that I have read seems to me quite suspicious since I don't believe in coincidences. Especially if these coincidences are lasting by many millennia... As regards the crisis, budgets and power, have always been incompatible. Instead politicians they do believe in coincidences, also for millennia. So "a contrario sensu" the politicians explain us often, that the welfare state is not possible, there is no sufficient budget.  But again it gives the small coincidence that always it will be possible for them, the welfare state with the resources collected from outsiders, precisely. Consequently Cro-Magnon would be the only species that can not exist on this planet. (?) Power has never been able to detect the adequacy of available resources to its own way of be, has always preferred fleecing the entire population, by abundant and astronomical that were these resources.  Sometimes, as currently, the power interacts more down so that the resources generated it will be much limited, i.e., directly it creates  the crisis. Simply we must return to believing in coincidences, own of the hunting or from difficult situations. Power always leaves an astronomical and incomprehensible debt after "to put their ideas into practice for the good of the people", what we should assume according to its tenets, to the "State of the unrest." It last seems to make him very happy ; but It won't be it ever because it is not a person, it is a neurotic ghost of the more distant past.. actually, it is the neurosis. Casually the power doesn't seem to have any problem in this respect... it is his salvation coincidentally again.

In this country from which I'm field marshal and President of the military Government and in addition I got the Medal with golden leaves of Cactus to the greatest service to the fatherland, (by the discovery of Neannie, also Jennifer got this medal... possibly we shall be married... ) also I am the proprietor of the Grand Cross "pour le Merit" with redwood leaves, which is awarded every year to someone with high ideals and rectitude of intention on his intentions, obviously. Also was granted to me the wandering star of the political willpower. With autumn leaves, by the way.
Moreover I have been the field Marshal of the month for three consecutive quarters for other reasons, also connected with Neannie´s management... as I was saying, it turns out that in this country the available and free amounts, ever safe from all crisis, (coincidentally) these amounts that if the Minister is in a good humor gives you a lot of this money, are called 'funds of reptiles'  which communicates directly with the reptilian and primitive brain. — I´m remembering it for me even if it is just a simple matter of semantics... while my eyes again coincide with the Neannie´s gaze... it is a scavenger look, full of hatred, of an individual highly qualified for politics and religion.

With much pleasure I signed a presidential decree granting to the Minister and General MM, the medal and great cross of diamonds embedded in fire-retardant ceramic (new technologies improvements), for her impressive and masterly work in the case of Neannie. Lacked an explicit recognition needed to her gestion.

Also it´s given the coincidence in Real democracy, that these things don't make us salivate but it are fair and necessary at the moment. Why the correct things are never political, or vice versa...?