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[thomas-querqy]

Adults in the room réalisé par Costa-Gavras, d’après le livre de Yanis Varoufakis “Conversations entre adultes - dans les coulisses secrètes de l’Europe”

Vu au ski grâce à Maxime, avec Anna, Colette, Élisabeth et Gabriel.

On connaissait cette histoire tragique, on en est pourtant de nouveau sorti écœurés, a fortiori après tous ces milliards d’argent “gratuit” qu’il a été créé avec le Covid 19.

Enfin l’été - 1/2 sur les NGT 2013

[greenekangaroo]

Fortune Telling

 Duol liked to say that he was a jack of all trades, master of one. 

The natural saying was 'none' but Duol knew his worth where death was concerned. Of course you couldn't precisely make a living off of forensic analysis, presiding over burials, catching serial murderers and saving entire villages from disease-based annihilation. Ergo, jack of all trades. 

Duol had done a little bit of everything- some caravan guarding, some weaving. He'd taken on commissioned forge work, run pottery booths at festivals, and once or twice had bet on himself in small-time fight rings. There was some theft, there was some forgery, and only once a very entertaining albeit confusing case of mistaken identity involving one of his traveling cousins, a courtesan, and a bewildered prized chicken.

Duol wasn't above doing what he had to to make money, and more than once he'd cashed in on his own bounties; but perhaps one of the most entertaining odd jobs he had ever given himself was Fortune Teller at a Noldor festival.

It was the Festival of Stars, or some such; he didn't really pay attention. All that mattered was he could easily make it into Nargathrond, could easily sign up for a patch of ground in the great main cavern, and wasn't squinted at too closely when he tied a bandana around his eyes 'for effect'.

It worked. He had a profitable run foretelling young love, warning off disaster, giving financial advice. Halfway through the evening he wondered, genuinely, how any of the Noldor did anything without a soothsayer nearby.

Then he had a most intriguing customer.

He couldn't see the elf, of course, but that didn't matter; even through the blindfold Duol could detect golden light. He'd seen it once before.

"I've been hearing good things about this mat." The golden elf said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, young one." Duol rubbed his gloved fingers together. "Especially when I haven't been paid."

 There was a clink- a heavy gold coin in his bowl. "I see I'm dealing with a seasoned veteran. Very well, fortune teller, here is my question."

Duol could feel the golden elf crouching, detected expensive spiced scents and many glamoured spells. He moved like oil on a marble floor. Perhaps he had gotten that from his grandmother.

"Will I marry?"

Duol made a show of casting his bones, a show of listening as they hit his mat. "No." He said.

The elf chuckled. "I see. So no children?"

Duol crooked a finger. "I didn't say that." He said.

"Oh?"

"Fortunes do not sustain themselves on good will alone." Duol said. He could see the prince's smile, heard another coin dropping in his bowl.

"One child. A boy. Bright as starlight, quick as lightening." Duol let his smile be grotesque. "Not, I think, an heir."

"No?" The prince asked.

Duol looked up and said, "You shall leave nothing any will inherit."

There was a fine line in fortune telling, and Duol wondered if he'd perhaps hopscotched over it. But still, the golden one remained and said, "If I leave nothing, will I at least die in glory?"

"Death is many things, sier," Duol said, "but it is the living only that make it glorious."

the elf laughed  and his laugh was as beautiful as the rest of him, but it was frightened too. "Wise soothsayer, I've a mind to take you to my House and keep you."

"You'd find I'm not well housebroken." Duol said. Again, the laughter. "Perhaps not. But one more question, one more coin." A third heavy drop. "Tell me, is it possible to cheat death?"

Duol waited, long moments. Then he said, quietly and without any mysticism, "You may outrun death,  Finrod Finarfinion, but you cannot cheat it."

"No," Finrod said, sounding sad, "No, I suppose I cannot."

The ruler of Nargathrond left and Duol left soon after, slipping away in the night as was his skill. He left the glittering golden caves behind and shed his gloves and his bandana, whistling into the night with his purse far heavier than when he’d arrived.

He kept that encounter secret for a long time, and shared it only once, with a wild eyed golden haired fellow named Gildor, who danced beneath a compass rose that bore a strong resemblance to the star of the House of Finwe. And no, there was not much left to inherit; but there was laughter, and there was beauty, and there was a body that danced like oil on a marble floor.

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Duol is (clearly) an OC of mine in the RP universe I share with collywibblewiki; he is their character Lithwaloth’s cousin, a tatyar who pioneered poking dead things with a stick, and later slightly more sophisticated sticks,  to see what made them dead. 

[greenekangaroo]

I would like to formally apologize to Syrisa for all the fic-dumping I am doing. 

Your email is my fic trashcan. 

I REGRET NOTTHIINNNGGG

[luttopie]

Syrisa abandonnee de tous

Il y a des degrés dans l’offense auquel, sauf à abdiquer toute dignité, un chef d’Etat peut difficilement consentir. Et tout se passe comme si l’UE était en train de pousser elle-même la Grèce vers la sortie. En s’en lavant les mains naturellement. Mais en ne laissant guère plus d’autre choix au gouvernement grec – passer sous la table ou la renverser, on n’en sort pas... C’est-à-dire, quand les conditions minimales d’estime de soi ne sont plus réunies pour passer dessous, renverser. Comme on sait, la position défendue ici de longue date tient que cette Europe n’est pas amendable et que « renverser » est la seule solution offerte à un affranchissement d’avec la camisole libérale. (F. Lordon - Syrisa cernée - 6 février 2015)

[danlemiel]

Syrisa et dégradation de la note de la Russie : analyse de Jacques Sapir

  © REUTERS/ Marko Djurica Législatives en Grèce: large victoire du parti d’extrême-gauche Syriza

Source: http://fr.sputniknews.com/points_de_vue/20150129/1014169284.html

Deux événements retiennent aujourd’hui l’attention : l’arrivée de SYRIZA au pouvoir en Grèce, à la suite des élections du 25 janvier, et la nouvelle dégradation de la note de la Russie par l’agence Standard and Poor’s.

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Show #46. On this episode of the fresh brew podcast we discuss Syrisa and the Greek elections, Saudi Arabia, Snoopers Charter, and the Leaders debate. Plus the first female Bishop in the Church of England, and the UK LGBT news.

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Syriza y El Gatopardo.

Los griegos han decidido en las urnas que la izquierda indómita dirija las decisiones políticas del país heleno. Hoy, esta noche, muchos millones de españoles se van a ir a la cama con buen sabor de boca. La victoria de Syriza se entiende como el arranque del triunfo de Podemos en las próximas contiendas electorales. Nada mas lejos de la realidad, España no es Grecia, Madrid no es Athenas, y Podemos no es Syriza por mucho que el marketing politico quiera emparentarlos. Podemos esta naciendo, en pañales, y Syriza hoy se ha vestido de largo.

Grecia es un país pequeñito, con dieciséis millones de habitantes con una historia reciente tragica, llena de corrupción, despilfarro y del resto de males que parecen intrínsecos a los países europeos mediterráneos. Es en este pais se han dado todas las circustancias necesarias para que la izquieda mal llamada radical se las tenga que ver en el parlamento con la derecha bien llamada neonazi. Algo habremos hecho mal el resto de europeos para que vuelvan a resurgir con fuerza en Europa movimientos nacionalistas violentos que parecian vestigios del pasado mas tenebroso.

En el plano economico, la grandisima deuda externa griega no llega al 25% de la española. Otra cosa es el tanto por ciento que supone esa deuda sobre el PIB, en esto los griegos nos ganan por goleada. Si Alemania decidiera condonarles la deuda, muy probablemente el euro se fortaleceria mucho mas que con las medidas draconianas de Don Super Mario.

En los últimos años hemos visto como el país se ha visto en el precipicio decenas de veces. Siempre se ha salvado, en el ultimo suspiro, gracias a la "benevolencia" de la Troika. Estos salvamentos han supuesto la desaparición de la clase media griega, cuyos antes orgullosos miembros han descubierto que la vida es muy dura cuando todo se pone en contra. Sin una clase media potente, donde el conocimiento y el estado del bienestar sea el leit motiv del futuro de las nuevas generaciones, la ultraderecha seguira creciendo hasta hacerse con el poder a poco que Tsipras no sea capaz de devolver la esperanza a los griegos en los proximos meses.

Lamentablemente, los resultados griegos de hoy no van a cambiar nada. Seguirán siendo griegos y europeos, con euros o con dracmas. Y también seguirán siendo una colonia militar de la Otan, lease EEUU. Solo hace falta bucear un poco en la historia reciente griega para comprobar como las decisiones políticas se han tomado en los despachos de los geoestrategas militares. La crisis Siria, que aun va para largo, se controla desde la isla griega de Creta por parte de la Otan. El Comando Europeo de EEUU tiene en Grecia dos bases navales y una aérea. Creta se encuentra a poco más de 300 kilómetros de la costa más cercana de Libia, con lo cual, los americanos difícilmente van a dejar que el statusquo griego varié mucho.

Alexis Tsipras ha hecho las cosas bien en los últimos años. No ha tenido prisa por llegar al poder, y ha tejido su tela de araña sabiendo que el tiempo era un aliado fundamental para que la fruta madurase. El problema de la fruta madura es que se come a tiempo o se convierte en un enjambre de moscas. Es ahora cuando tiene que demostrar sus capacidades políticas para poder nadar en muchas aguas y guardar la ropa, sin enemistarse demasiado ni con alemanes, ni con europeos, ni con yankis, ni siquiera con el pueblo griego. Ojala los dioses sean benevolentes con sus aciertos y errores, Grecia no merece la cólera divina que empezó en el 2008.

“Si queremos que todo siga como está, es necesario que todo cambie”. Definitivamente El Gatopardo tambien era un drama griego.

[ameliarating]

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