Forgiveness - Better Late Than Never

I think I can safely presume that we have all, at one time or another, said or done something we shouldn't have; or haven't done something we should have, for which somebody else might have been offended or hurt, or just simply put out of joint a bit. In the case that what has been done is not possible to undo, or what have not been done is too late to emend, what we yearn for is forgiveness, so that we can rid us of the mental burden. Even though it takes long time coming. Say 42 years! This has formed part of the history in the Pop music world.

Better late than never I guess. Except in this case, when the pardoned one is not alive any more to receive it. In May of 1966, during an interview with the British news paper 'The Evening Standard', John Lennon, wagging the loose tongue of youth and drunk with his sudden fame, proclaimed that 'The Beatles are more famous than Jesus'. It was taken at the time as his brand of humour, or bragging in jest, but in the United States the phrase was put prominently on the cover of a magazine. This put Rome on fire, and the Vatican protested formally. Lennon, realizing and fearing that this could greatly jeopardise the success of the planned trip round the U.S. The Liverpool pop group humbly asked for forgiveness.

This pardon was granted, 42 years later, in 2008. The 'Observatore Romano', the official paper of the Vatican, classified the phrase of Lennon as 'swaggering or showing off'', and thus in his way playing it down somewhat and taking the sting off. Taking into consideration of Lennon's working class background, facing the unexpected success, and finding themselves on par with the legendary Elvis Presley, the combination must have been quite
intoxicating.

At the end, the article highlighted the fact that, even 38 years after the break up of the group, their songs with Lennon and McCartney have shown extraordinary resistance to the passage of time, but yes, not so much as Christianity.

Tags:lennon,Beatles,Vatican

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Parkinsons Or Alzheimer?

A friend asked, "When you get to your ripe old age, what would you prefer to get - Parkinsons or Alzheimer?"
My answer was: 'Definitely Parkinsons - better to spill half my wine than to forget where I put the bottle!'
Happy Old Age Everyone!

Tags:Parkinsons,Alzheimer

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Have Fun Ageing; It's Unavoidable Anyway

An old man was on the operating table awaiting surgery, and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anaesthesia, he asked to speak to his son.'

'Yes, Dad, what is it?' 'Don't be nervous, son; do your best and just remember, if doesn't go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife. Forever.'

Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! I want people to know why I look this way. I have travelled a long way and on the roads weren't even paved.

When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.

You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change
from being young.

Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper.

Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft, today it's called ... Golf.

** Your Wife & My Wife ~

Two old guys are pushing their carts around Wal-Mart when they collided. The first old guy says to the second guy,

'Sorry about that. I am looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.'

The second old guy says,

'That's okay, it's a coincidence. I am looking for my wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate.'

The first old guy says, 'Well, maybe we can help each other to spot them. What does she look like?'

'Well, she is 27 years old, tall, with red hair, blue eyes, long legs, good figure, and is wearing short shorts. What does your wife look like?'

To which the first old guy says,

'Doesn't matter, let's look for yours.'

Lord, Keep Your arm around my shoulder, and, your hand over my mouth!

Tags:Aging

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Like Sinatra, I Do It My Way

A contact of mine sent me a personal message, saying that he hoped I didn't mind (which I don't) his giving me a couple of 'helpful' (his opinion) suggestions for the way I write my Blogs (this I do mind, as my Blogs got to be written my way, not anybody else's). What it boils down to is that he thinks my Blogs are too serious and are often too long, and people who read them (he, mainly, I guess) would lose interest and gave up half way (their privilege). And, that if I wish to be popular (not my aim) amongst my friends and contacts, I ought to change my style and write more entertaining subjects (I do post some nonsense occasionally, silly jokes and giggles) and mindful about what attracts people's attention (the least of my intention!), etc. etc. I wrote back and counter-suggested a good solution for both of us; that he stops reading them. Not that I feel any need of defending myself, nor would I change what I write or not to try to please others. I am writing this now as it saddens me that there are no doubt many people who do write purely to please others, for a variety of purposes - to be, as this contact who only had my interests at heart (he so declared) suggests, to be popular, to have more readers, or to collect more friends (as if friends could simply be collected)! And of course there are more than a few professional and especially commercial writers, who don't have anything original to say and turn out volumes and volumes of refried leftovers of sex and violence, to cater to the mass market tastes. Why should I do that? Whatever for? It's not as though the Blogs are written for commercial purposes. There's no reward or gain for whatever I write in my Blogs (except self satisfaction for having done something I am interested in doing), nor punishment for that matter (unless I take to heart what I consider the ridiculous and other similar comments, in his case and in his eyes useful guidelines). Whether anybody believes me or not (not matter of my consideration), I write purely and solely because I enjoy writing. At least I do actually write, not just copy and paste, or hit the 'Blog this' button. Tags:blogwriting

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Good-Bye Seduction ...

In the United States, the glamorous and luxury products - jewellery, perfumes, watches etc - those always shown with a very stylish and elegant couple accompanying the advertisements which, a couple of years ago, would die first, before permitting the lowliness of putting in their publicity announcements with a discount coupon attached. Now they do.

These coupons, reserved in the past for people with modest income, that each time they buy a bottle of softener or bleach, would cut out the coupon on the label which permitted them to save 10 or 20 cents for the next purchase of the same product. Now, some luxury products have coupons too, for the more relevant discount of course, of $5 or $20, or the same thing more or less, 5% or even 10% promised.

Stephen Clifford and Stuart Elliott published in The New York Times a report, about the change of orientation of the crises imposed on the advertisers. The interesting title was 'Good bye seduction; hello discount coupon'. This is rather revealing as it permits us to see what is happening there, and compare with any differences, if any, existing here in Spain, or elsewhere. Discount coupons are one thing, another is the location chosen for photographing or filming these publicity advertisements. It had been for eternity a tradition to use as background magnificent mansions, castles, opulent or exotic locations; now middle class apartments and modest homes.

The experts explained that it's aimed to let the consumers know, that the announced products are not just for the rich and the privileged (mansions and outsized dining salons suggest so) That these goodies are within everybody's means; nothing is beyond reach. In the recent months there must be in all advertising agencies, spectacular feasts of brains, specialized in psychology, working overtime dealing with the challenge to come up with sure, but invisible, traps for consumers. Here the psychology plays perhaps the most enticing part, to make the consumer feel he has come up a couple of steps in the social scale, not the usual envious neighbour.

No small task. It must be easier to write 10 fictional stories passably entertaining, sufficiently good to deceive a not too inquisitive critic, than to write one efficient and sure fire advertisement to deceive thousands of not too critical consumers.

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Judging Others & Statistics

** Judging Others

An elephant asked a camel, 'Why are your breasts on your back:'

'Well,' says the camel,

'I think that's a strange question from somebody whose dick is on his face!'

Don't be too hasty to judge others!

** Vital Statistics

Food takes 7 seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.

One human hair can support 3 kg of weight (6 lb 6oz)

The average man's penis is 3 times the length of his thumb.

Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.

A woman's heart beats faster than a man's.

There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.

Your body uses 3oo muscles to balance itself when you are standing still.

Women reading this will be finished now.

Men who read this are still busy checking their thumb.

Tags:camel,elephant,statistics

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To Bed With Crime

No, I am not thinking of killing anybody, or planing anything criminal. It's 'just that it seems to have been literally years that it's impossible to view anything other than crime on television, each and every night, throughout the week, on most entertainment and movie channels, English or the Spanish ones. The rest are talk shows on ridiculous subjects, competitions on even more ridiculous themes, to see who can eat the most hamburger in 15 minutes, or who can stand on one leg the longest, with an apple balancing on their heads; or so called reality shows of Big Brothers peeing while picking his nose, or swearing at one another. The only salvation would be the Discovery documentaries which are always good, but alas, the same programmes have been repeated over and over for the last 3 years or longer!! So back to crime. These programmes are always put on latish at night, by design I guess. Some of them I do quite enjoy. Those few seriously made ones with plausible and well structured plots and good acting. I have all the usual ones here in Spain: CSI of this and that location, Law & Order, NCSI too, oldies like Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Even though I like them, some I can only watch with my eyes closed. I know, sounds stupid, but I do just that at times, when the screen is covered with a human body, the chest opened up from neck to torso, with all his interior vitals spilling out all over the autopsy table. Or a copse found in the woods with thousands of wriggly worms crawling on every inch of his face and body, already more than half eaten ... or buckets of blood everywhere and the dying man is still struggling for breath ... Are all those lingering gruesome scenes necessary to let the audience get the picture correctly, that the guy or gal is dead? Why else would he or she be on the stone slab of the autopsy table? So I 'watch' with my eyes closed and naturally with the ears extra alert. If it's an autopsy, it's rather difficult to judge when to open my eyes again. Too soon I will get hit with blood or intestines dangling, covering half the screen; too late I would miss some quick flashes of certain object found or lying around on the floor, or gestures of the pathologist or one of the investigating team, all part of the important clue for the solving of the crime. You see, I sometimes like to take part in the 'who done it' procedures. Then, big surprise, maybe. No villains or murderers. The poor soul died of an accident or natural but sudden cause and fell into the shark's mouth, and got spat out because he hadn't taken a bath for days, and the shark couldn't stomach him or something ... Big disappointment, makes you feel cheated, having wasted an hour or more following false or invented trails. Then it's time for bed. How on earth can I negotiate sleep with so much blood and gore still so fresh on my mind? I know, you will say nobody is forcing me to see any of these disturbing programmes, that I could simply ignore all of them, right? Wrong! I am hopelessly and helplessly hooked!! Tags:bed,csi,crime

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Going To School, Getting An Education, Why?

** Going To School ~

Early one morning, a mother went in to wake up her son. 'Wake up, son. It's time to go to school!'

'But why, Mom? I don't want to go.'

'Give me two reasons why you don't want to go.'

'Well, the kids hate me for one, and the teachers hate me, too!'

'Oh, that's no reason not to go to school. Come on now and get ready.'

'Give me two reasons why I should go to school.'

'Well, for one, you're 52 years old. And for another, you're the Headteacher!'

** Getting an education - What the Experts Say ~

1) Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes - Norman Douglas

2) Strange as it seems, no amount of learning can cure stupidity, and higher education positively fortifies it - Stephen Vizinczey

3) Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten - BF Skinner

4) If little else, the brain is an educational toy - Tom Robbins

5) America believes in education: the average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week - Evan Esar

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Sound Of Silence

The often heard expression 'Sometimes silence speaks louder than words', contrary though it seems, is not only true but happens all the time, albeit at times not even consciously done by the people who initiate the silence, and 'words' of that silence are usually responded also with silence. While this is taking place, hundreds or more words would have been spoken. For instance, if your lover gives you the silent treatment, you know he / she is fed up or angry with you, and you could more than likely guess what words that silence represents. I suddenly talk about this subject because I saw Isabel Coixet, the renowned Spanish film director with international fame ( 'My life without me', 'The secret life of words', being interviewed about the film she was shooting in Japan, called 'Mapa de Los sonidos de Tokio' (The map of sounds of Tokyo), written also by her. She defined this picture as 'romantic thriller', well romance always thrills, but I think she meant thriller rather than thrilling. The stars in this film are Sergi Lopez and the Japanese actress Rinko Kikuchi, who was nominated for Oscar as the best supporting actress for her roll in 'Babel' as a deaf and dumb girl. The story is about a collector of 'bottled' sounds of different areas of Tokyo, a sound engineer, foreigner in his own country. Apparently there are many sound engineers in Japan, one Isabel Coixet met spends all his working hours collecting all sorts of silence, and had canned already 500 different ones!!! That really intrigues me. How does one know the task in hand is totally different from the last one recorded, when all you hear is, NOTHING? How does he classify and edit his collection when each says NOTHING? And what do you use these for? I got a head load of questions and not a single answer. Anyone here knows anything about it to enlighten me? Back to the film. Sergi's character, the sound collector, is being blamed for the suicide of his girlfriend, daughter of a very powerful business man in Tokyo. So he, the father, hired a assassin to kill him. That's where Rinko Kikuchi comes in, a woman with a double life, a fish seller in the market by day, and sporadic paid assassin by night. Interesting plot, huh? Great part of the scenes were shot in Barcelona. Judging by the director's definition of 'romantic thriller', I could almost guess what might happen: the assassin and the man of her prey will fall in love, and complicates her decision, to love him, or to kill him ... Sometimes it's the same thing! Tags:silence,film,tokyo,assassin

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Amusing Shop Names

Some of the shop names are funny, others amusing, and all are rather original ~

** A mobile snack caravan on Dartmoor named: 'The Hound of the Basket Meals'.

** A bakery in Sutton called 'Agatha Crustie'.

** In Turnham Green, Chiswick there's a dry cleaner called 'Turn 'em Clean'.

** 'A Pane in the Glass' is the name of a glazier's in New York State, USA.

** In Croydon, UK, a shop which sells second hand recordsn is named 'The Vinyl Frontier'

** A restaurant in Belfast is called 'Thai Tanic'.

** Teddy bear shop in Penge called 'Bearly Trading'.

** Fish and chip shop in Santa Ponsa, Mallorca is named 'Oh My Cod'.
** A bakery in Albert Road, Southsea is called 'Upper Crustie'.

** Another hake and chips in Ton Pentre, South Wales is called: 'A Fish called Rhondda'.

** Would you believe a driving school in the Merseyside area called 'L Passo'.

** Fruit, vegetable and flower shop in Aylsham and Reepham, Norfolk, goes by the name of 'Meloncaulie Rose'.

** Barbers shop named 'Herr Kutz'.
** Knockin, in Shropshire has to have a 'Knockin Shop' naturally. What it sells is not given.

** There is a mobile snack bat in Cornwall, UK, which goes by the name of 'The Star Chip Enterprise.'

** On a butcher's van on Dartmoor - 'Tor to Tor Delivery.'

** A hire van company in Kent called 'Van Gough'.

** Between Tenby and Pembroke can be found a specialist horticultural nursery boasting a sign reading: 'Your fuchsia is in our hands.'
** In Havant, Hants, UK, a greetings card shop can be found that goes by the name of 'Havant Forgotten'.

** There is a whole-food shop in Argyll called 'Oban Sesame'.
** 'Drop your pants here, and you will receive prompt attention'. Sign on a launderette.

** There was an Indian restaurant in Radford, Nottingham, UK, which goes under the name of 'Balti Towers'. (Probably only appreciated by British readers)

Tag:ShopSigns

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A Life Explained In One Paragraph

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS, which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From the world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:

“Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease”?

To this Arthur Ashe replied:

“The world over — 50 million children start playing tennis,

5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis,

50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,

50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals.

When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.

And today in pain I should not be asking GOD ‘Why me?’ “

“Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and,
Success keeps you glowing, but,
Only Faith & Attitude keep you going ..."

Tags:aids,life

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Clean & Religious ...

I don't usually like jokes on or about religion; but these here are clean. Besides, why should the devil have all the best jokes?

** Church News **

We collect our stories from Pews News and other church publications. Here is a snippet from the the Roman Catholic Holy Spirit Church in Marple, Stockport in the diocese of Shrewsbury.

New Carpet: There will be a discussion in May as to how we might raise funds for the new carpet. All who wish to do something on the carpet should come forward and do so now.

Baptisms: From now on, the North and South ends of the church will be utilised. Children will be baptised at both ends.

** Church Service with a Difference **

Seen on the notice board of a church:

Try heeling our services. (Try our healing services?)

You won't get better.

** Charity Begins at Church **

After the church service, seven year old Brian said to the preacher: "When I grow up, I'm going to give you some money."

"Well, thank you," the preacher replied, "but why?"

"Because my daddy says that you're one of the poorest preachers we've ever had."

** Funny Church Announcements **

The rosebud on the altar this morning is to announce the birth of Roderick James Hillman, the sin of Revd. and Mrs. Hillman.

For those of you who have children - and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

** Vicar Rides Again **

The Reverend Douglas Johnston was not the best of drivers. One Sunday he was driving home from church when unfortunately, he had a minor bump with cyclist. The poor man was knocked off his bike into the ditch. The Vicar naturally stopped his car, got out and profusely apologised and gave the cyclist his calling card saying that if he could ever be of help, then the man should not hesitate to ask.

As the man rode home he looked at the card which said, 'The Reverend Douglas Johnston is sorry he missed you today.'

Tag:ReligiousJomes

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Vodka & The Priest

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The Monsignor replied:

"When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of Vodka next to the water glass. When I start to get nervous, I take a sip."

So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon his return to his office after the Mass, he found the following note on the door:

1. Sip the Vodka, don't gulp.
2. There are 10 commandments, not 12.
3. There are 12 disciples, not 10.
4. Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
5. Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.
6. We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.
7. The Father, son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the spook.
8. David slew Goliath; he did not kick the shit out of him.
9. When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.
10. We do not refer to the cross as the Big T.
11. When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said: 'Take this and eat it for it is my body.'. He did not say: 'Eat me.'
12. The Virgin Mary is not called 'Mary with the Cherry.'
13. The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub A Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, Yeah God.
14. Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St. Peter's, not a Peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

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Who Is The Daddy?

CSA Forms The following are all replies that British women have put on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing father's details. These are supposed to be genuine excerpts from the forms. Number 11 takes the prize for sure. 1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Tyrone Munson. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night. 2. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps. 3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 36 Nottingham Avenue where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you send me his phone number? Thanks. 4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area, and see if he's had it replaced. 5. I have never had sex with a man. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was immaculate and that he is Christ risen again. 6. I cannot tell you the name of child A's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the British economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise. 7. I do not know who the father of my child was as all squaddies look the same to me. I can confirm that he was a Royal Green Jacket. 8. Leroy Smith is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him, can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CDs? 9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Euro Disney; maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom. 10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I'd have stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 Miller Drive, mine might have remained unfertilised. 11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart. Tags:ChildSupport

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Sex In The Ocean

Saw the interview of Sylvia Earle, the woman who is almost half fish, with her love, dedication and the most part of her waking life deep down in the ocean. She is marine biologist, defender of the see and the aquatic kingdom, with an impressive record of 6000 hours immersion in the sea credited, at 1000 meter in depth. Now at the age of 71 (Gibbstown, New Jersey, 1935) she is just as active as ever. She was carrying this monumental book, her Ocean, an illustrated atlas of the extension of the world, just published by the of National Geographic Society, of which she is veteran resident explorer. When the interviewer looked interested at her necklace on which hung a gold dolphin, she opened up her blouse slightly, pulling it out to show him. He joked that he almost expected to see scales on her chest, she laughed, delighted like a little girl. It was a gift from the Indians of Vancouver. Her skin was very fine and smooth, not at all expected of a life of sun and salt. She displayed great humour, expressive, vital, and very passionate on the subject of marine life and environment. The many stories she told about the sea life, as well as her own life in the sea, are all fascinating, but several of them especially interesting and informative, like some of the many variety of octopuses which can change colour when approached by other sea animals, or in her case, a diver. It began to display these beautiful colours like a rainbow forming. It allowed her to swim right along him, and looked at her often as if wishing to communicate with her, or see if she was impressed by his display. The interviewer then came up with a question about his curiosity of sex under water of these varied residents. She gave some extraordinary examples. For instance, the longest penis in the animal kingdom is not the horse, the elephant, nor human, but a type of sea barnacle, whose sex organ is longer than the full length of his body!! That the tilapia fertilises by the mouth. Oral sex to reproduce? Or the wedlock of tentacles of, precisely, the octopus. When questioned about danger for her in the sea, she firmly declared that it's more dangerous travelling in a car than diving deep down in the sea. Danger moments in the ocean are usually due to matters of mechanical error or failure of regulators. People are not figured in the daily menu of even shark's, except when the creature is provoked or threatened. She concluded by saying that the most dangerous species are us humans, the worst predators. We are killing the ocean for what we keep taking out of it, and what we continuously putting in it.   Tags:shark,octopus,ocean

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Can Robert Saviano Be Saved?

(I found this old Blog I wrote in 2008. Reading it I discovered that I never did find the answer I asked. Somehow, I had not followed up that episode which at the time interested me a great deal. Maybe I could still find out the ending to it. Reposting it so that it's at least within reach so to speak, as reminder for me to dig around when time permits.)

** Posted on 12th Nov 2008 **

Just 3 years ago, Robert Saviano was a young reporter in Naples, Italy. With no fixed job and badly paid, he followed avidly the darker side of life in Naples, corruption, black market smuggling, revenge, assassinations. Matters of the Mafia Camorra, in chaotic and permanent civil wars. They generate tremendous violence, but due to their loquacious and exaggerating characteristic they lack the decisive and solemn tone that distinguish the Sicilians. To him the Camorra offers great literary possibilities.

In 2006 Saviano's life, not yet 30 years old, changed when he published his book 'Comorra' with the 'O for the 'a', about the Camorra, which received certain interest by the Camorras themselves, who passed the book from one to another, trying to recognise themselves with the characters. The book immediately became overwhelming success and Saviano began to feel some unease. The clans felt this young man should be liquidated. From then on, Saviano had to live a totally secluded life, incognito and surrounded only by a small escort of police.

He couldn't take that life in permanent solitary hideout and left his country to come to the Basque country, where nearly everybody else seems to be in the same boat. But he couldn't avoid the fate his book brought him. One of the atrocities, a hideous crime was described how, one day, he accidentally opened a container destined for the boat moored at the port of Naples, and dozens of dead bodies fell out. He couldn't forget the image and couldn't keep quiet, but followed the trail of that container, to discover the finest and most exclusive industry of Italian fashion, that kept in slavery thousands of Chinese immigrants, who worked below ground, in infrahuman conditions, under control of the Mafia criminals.

His book 'Comorra' not only denounces his own country Italy, but the whole of Europe, it's putrefaction and corruption, the hidden roots of it's present day prosperity obtained on the pains of new found slaves, not all that different from their ancestors getting rich centuries ago, thanks to the slaves' sweat and blood; which none of them wish to admit in public.

Now we all know that Saviano has been condemned to death reported on all media everywhere, not sure about Italy. This time, it's not the others, not those who are of the different kind, not terrorists, not Muslims, but our own bad lot. The Camorra has warned that he would not see 2009. So far nobody had done anything to voice their support to the author of the book, and the Hollywood actresses are patronizing the ONG wearing exclusive and exquisite fashions without asking who had sewn them.

 

Tags:Mafia,camorra,saviano

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Business Terms Explained

1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing ... 2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. Marry him." -That's Advertising ... 3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me" - That's Telemarketing ... 4. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door of the car for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride and then say:"By the way, I'm rich. Will you Marry Me?" - That's Public Relations ... 5. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! Would you marry me?" - That's Brand Recognition ... 6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a loud and hard slap on your face. - "That's Customer Feedback ...

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