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Novi Primitivizam Globalne Ekonomije i Psihologije

Robovi su podijeljeni u dvije vrste:
u jednu spadaju oni koji nastoje pobjeći na slobodu, a u drugoj su oni koji forsiraju "status quo", odnosno nastavak robovanja.
U normalnom svijetu ovakva situacija ne bi smjela postojati.

Na Golom Otoku siguro nitko nije bio sretan, naprotiv, netko je sigurno planirao bijeg.
Sada ćemo se malo prošetati vremenom, i iz Golog Otoka ući na velika vrata u zatvor današnjeg, dvadeset vjekovnog progresa, radni kamp.
Rob je konačno priveo kraju savršeni plan za bijeg.
Mislite li da će ostali robovi biti sretni gledajući jednog od njih, konačno slobodnog?
Mislite li da će mu netko pomoći u bijegu na slobodu?
Naprotiv!
Ovaj će se čovjek morati boriti protiv sebi sličnih prije nego sa čuvarima logora.

Zašto?
U današnjem modernom svijetu, ljudi su zaboravili reagirati, ne znaju više ni misliti ni disati bez da im netko drugi ne kaže i pokaže kako se to radi.
Ovako jadno i bijedno društvo nije postalo i nastalo samo od sebe, ovakvo psihičko i financijsko-ekonomsko stanje je bilo programirano unaprijed.
Ovakvi kakvi smo, bolji smo čuvari samih sebe i drugih od najboljih čuvara zatvora.
Čovjek koji nije više sposoban reagirati, namirisao je da nešto smrdi na robovlasništvo, ali ne smije to sam sebi priznati jer bi povrijedio sopstveno "dostojanstvo".
Praviti se da ne razumije je puno lakše.
Dopustiti drugima da misle i odlučuju umjesto njega, da ubiru plodove njegovog teškog i dugotrajnog, prekovremenog rada, zbog toga radije naziva demokracijom, modernom proizvodnjom i ekonomijom.
Zbog svoje nesposobnosti, nemogućnosti i izumrlog instinkta, rob podržava i hvali robovlasništvo.
Ako netko od robova slučajno i uspije pobjeći na slobodu, on će to popratiti ovim riječima:
"prije ili poslije će ga uhvatiti, i onda će biti još gore".
Vrlo vjerovatno, moderan rob će se zbog ovog bijega i uvrijediti, pa je navjerovatnije i da će komentirati na ovaj način:
"sada ćemo zbog njega svi mi morati platiti posljedice".
Ovo je samo zbog toga jer bjegunac predstavlja mentalnu represiju za roba i njegovu psihološku nesposobnost i nemogućnost.
Bjegunac je ogledalo njegovih strahova, jer je uspio u onome što robu nikada nije palo na pamet niti probati.

Naši su strahovi u biti dio mentalne manipulacije i dugogodišnjeg ispiranja mozgova.
Rezultati su očigledni:
"ne znam, ne mogu, ne želim i nemam hrabrosti, zbog toga nek se frigaju i svi ostali i neka ostanu trunuti skupa sa mnom u zatvoru".

Rob od spominjanja slobode u današnjim vremenima pada u paranoju, on slobodu vidi kao prijetnju.
Ovo je njegov klasičan i uvijek spreman odgovor, posuđen iz stvarnog, medijskog i virtualnog prostora bilo kojeg dijela svijeta:
"ja i ti tu ne možemo ama baš ništa,
(na ovaj način sigurno nikada nećemo moći ništa);
oduvijek je bilo ovako, sistem od pamtivijeka funkcionira na ovaj način i mi ne možemo ništa promijeniti,
(sistem funkcionira ovako samo zbog toga što dozvoljavamo drugima da odlučuju umjesto nas);
to nije istina,
(šta je istina? ako budeš čekao na ovu istinu iz medija,...);
to su kompiracijske teorije,
(da nema konspiracije, ne bi bili robovi. robovlasništvo je u potpunosti uspjelo kada rob samog sebe ubjeđuje da je slobodan);
a šta nam vi predlažete i šta hoćete da učinimo?,
(s tugom u sebi zamjećujem da si odlučio promijeniti gospodara)".





U komunikaciji sa robom, on će kako bi samoga sebe uvjerio da je sve u redu i da je u stvari čovjek koji žudi za slobodom onaj koji ima ozbiljne probleme, uvijek pribjegavati ovakvim i bezbrojnim sličnim, gore opisanim konstatacijama.
Ono što je još gore, ako ste uporni, on će vas bojkotirati i napadati.
Ropstvo je tragično stanje ljudskog postojanja.

U principu, rob je u duši i duboko u sebi dobar čovjek, no na površini, on je i direktno i indirektno, postao zao i opak čovjek, i prema sebi i prema drugima.

Neznanje stvara strah, a strah stvara mržnju.
Uz zavist, ovo su glavne karike lanca sistema kojim se upravlja društvom, u kojemu se novac izdaje i stvara kao dug.

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Ovo sto ste Vi iznjeli kao glavnu tezu Vase rasprave je klisej, baziran na logickoj igri Zatvorenikova dilema.

Realna situacija glede robova i vlasnika je ova:

rob je manualni radnik, vlasnik je kapitalist.

Na trzistu se susrecu i kapitalist i radnik kao jednaki jer jedni drugima nude robu koja im je potrebna. Kapitalist nudi novac a radnik svoju radnu snagu u odredenom radnom vremenu. Dakle oni nastupaju kao jednaki, no cim se ugovori sklope dolazi do jasne disproporcije snaga na stetu radnika, kojeg kapitalist iskoristava do zadnjeg atoma snage.

Necu sada ulaziti u povijesni razvoj kapitalistickih odnosa, procitajte Marxovo djelo Kapital.

Nije tocno da robovi kako ih Vi nazivate ne znaju razmisljati. Njihov problem lezi u tome sto ne mogu razviti klasnu svijest, koja bi bila glavna snaga pokretacica moguceg otpora kapitalistima i njihovom poredku. Vecina tih robova kako ih Vi nazivate su manualni radnici, dakle niza klasa koja nije obrazovana i koja nema alternative zaposljavanja u strukama koje spadaju u srednju klasu. Njihov mjedini izlaz jest pobjeci od jednog ka drugom kapitalisti.

Konkretan problem u Hrvatskoj je taj sto ljudi nisu akademski obrazovani (ima nas samo 7 posto), i nece podignuti revoluciju dok doslovno ne budu gladni kruha.

Globalna ekonomija dovodi do razvoja drustva u tehnokraciju sto znaci da ce ljudski rad sve vise zamijeniti strojevi, a sve ce vise biti socijalno depriviranih skupina ljudi koji prose na ulicama.

Jednako kao sto demokracija propagira (na papiru samo) jednakost medu ljudima, tako i tehnokracija propagira transfer znanja, informacija i tehnologije sirom svijeta. Ona vidi svijet bez granica.

No namece se kljucna stvar koju vjesto izbjegavaju a to je ljudska zelja za takmicenjem koja se svodi na: "zasto bi se zadovoljio sa trenutnim kada mogu imati vise?"

U srazu izmedu dvije tehnoloski razvijene zemlje pobijediti ce ona koja bude vise razvijenija, te podciniti sve one koje nisu. Stvoriti ce se savez onih koji ce se prikloniti jacoj i savez onih koje ce biti protiv.

Ako pratite ekonomiju tada znate da nova opasnost ne dolazi iz SAD-a vec iz Japana.

Ako poznate povijest znate da niti jedan savez nije bio vjecan, tako da ce globalna tehnokratska ekonomska kriza zavrsiti modernom anarhijom, koja ce pak podijeliti svijet.

Ovo je bio jedan sazeti rezime bez iznosenja puno argumenata, no sa iznosenjem vrlo realne trenutne situacije!

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A Coke and a Smile

I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five years ago was not a tall man. But to a five-year-old, he was a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street. A street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult, or at the very least, an older sibling. (wow power leveling)


　 Cherry-scented smoke from Grampy's pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I tried to target the hole with my finger. I, clad in a cool summer nightie, and Grampy, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.


Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the corner, where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grampy, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was baby-sitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out. world of warcraft gold
　

Thirsty?" Grampy asked, never removing the pipe from his mouth.

" Yes," was my reply." How would you like to run over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Had I heard right? Was he talking to me? On my family's modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle.

" Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the street. Surely Grampy was going to come with me.

Grampy stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carried. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins. There must have been a million dollars there. He instructed me to pick out a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up. World of warcraft Power Leveling

" Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, " I'm going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I'll tell you when it's safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it's safe to cross back." 　

My heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away.

Grampy held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to find Grampy. There he was, standing exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.

" Go on, hurry up," he yelled. cd keys

My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage.I had been inside the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.

The big old monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottles shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and ice cold from the refrigeration. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. With a quick yank, I pulled it free from its bondage. Another one immediately took its place. The bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. I will never forget the feeling of the cool glass on my skin. With two hands, I positioned the bottleneck under the heavy brass opener that was bolted to the wall. The cap dropped into an old wooden box, and I reached in to retrieve it. I was cold and bent in the middle, but I knew I needed to have this souvenir. Coke in hand, I proudly marched back out into the early evening dusk. Grampy was waiting patiently. He smiled.

wow power level," Stop right there," he yelled. One or two cars sped by me, and once again, Grampy stepped off the curb." Come on, now," he said, " run." I did. Cool brown foam sprayed my hands." Don't ever do that alone," he warned.I held the Coke bottle tightly, fearful he would make me pour it into a cup, ruining this dream come true. He didn't. One long swallow of the cold beverage cooled my sweating body. I don't think I ever felt so proud.

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Living Water

This happened a long, long time ago, when the cedar, the fir, and the pine still had needles that yellowed and dropped in the fall instead of staying green all winter.

Once in those olden times a Tofalar went out into the woods to hunt. He walked and walked, and he came farther than any hunter had ever dared to go. He saw a bog so vast that no beast could have crossed it, no bird could have flown across.

And the Tofalar said to himself: wow power leveling,

"If our animals can't run across this bog, and our birds cannot fly across it, what kinds of animals and birds live on the other side?"

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. This site is on the Crushers：sbm。

"I must find out," he said to himself. "Whatever happens, I must get there.

And so he took a good running start, and leaped right clear across the bog. He looked around: the same earth, the same grass, the same trees.
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"Silly!" he said. "There was no need to jump."

Suddenly his mouth dropped open with wonder.

In a little clearing stood seven harnessed rabbits. They stood quietly, waiting. Then seven people came out of seven burrows in the earth, exactly like all people, only tiny. When the rabbits flattened their ears, the people were taller than the rabbits. When the rabbits' ears stood up, the people were smaller than the rabbits. Went to eat, while repeat.

"Who are you?" asked the Tofalar. "We are immortal people," said the tiny men. "We wash ourselves in living water, and we never die. And who are you?"

"I am a hunter." wedding dress,

The little men clapped their hands with joy.

"Oh, good! Oh, good!" they cried in chorus.

And one of them, the eldest, with white hair and a long white beard, came forward and said:

"A terrible, huge beast has come into our land. We don't know where it came from. The other day it caught one of our people and killed him. We are immortal, we never die ourselves, but this beast killed one of us. You are a hunter---can you help us in this trouble? Can you hunt down the beast?"
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"Why not?" answered the Tofalar, but to himself he wondered: "Will I be able to kill such a frightful beast?"

However, he went out to track the beast. He looked and he looked, but could find nothing except rabbits' footprints. Suddenly, among the rabbit prints he noticed the track of a sable.

"Oh, that's too fine a quarry to miss," he said. "First I will get the sable, and then I'll go on looking for the terrible, huge beast." replica watches,

He found the sable and killed it. Then he skinned it and went on with his search. He walked the length and breadth of the little people's land, but could not find any trace of the beast.

So he came back to the little people and said to them: "I could not find your terrible, huge beast. All I have found was this sable." And he showed them the little sable skin. This is the next

"That's it, that's it!" they cried. "Oo-h, what a huge skin, what thick paws, what terrible, sharp claws!" And the eldest of the little men said to the Tofalar:

"You have saved us and our people! And we shall pay for your kindness with kindness. Wait for us. We'll come to visit you and bring you living water. You'll wash in it and will become immortal too."

The Tofalar jumped back across the bog and went back to his valley and told his people about the little men.

And the Tofalars began to wait for their guests, the immortal little men.
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They waited one day, two days, three days, many, many days. But the guests did not come, and the Tofalars forgot about them and their promise. This site is on the Crushers：sbm。

Winter came. Everything around was frozen. And the bog was covered with a coat of ice.

One day the village women went to the woods to gather firewood. Suddenly they saw a little herd of rabbits galloping their way. They looked again, and saw that every rabbit was saddled, and in every saddle sat a tiny man with a little pitcher in his hands. The women burst out laughing at the sight.

"Look, look!" they cried to one another. "They are riding on rabbits!"

"And look at the little men, how funny!"

"Oh, what a joke!"

"Oh, I'll die laughing!" replica watches,

Now, the immortal people were a proud race. They took offense at this reception. The one in front, with white hair and a long beard, shouted something to the others, and all of them spilled out the contents of their pitchers onto the ground. Then the rabbits turned and hopped away so fast that you could only see their white tails flicker. This site is on the Crushers：sbm。

And so the Tofalars never got the living water. It went instead to the pine, the cedar, and the fir. And this is why they are fresh and green all through the year. Their needles never die.

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