Greatest World Cup upsets

Lets take a look at the Top 10 stunning upsets in World Cup history :

Ten. West Germany 0, East Germany 1, 1974

In a perfect football epitome of the Cold War, West Germany, hosting the Cup in 1974, were drawn to play their neighbors from across the Berlin Wall - East Germans in what was to be East`s one and only appearance ever on the world football stage. Both teams having secured qualification for the next round, everything that was at stake was pride, and lots of it. West Germans, European champions of the day, having arguably one of the best line-ups in the history of the game was up against a team of eleven unknowns from the communist East. What the capacity crowd at Volks park stadium in Hamburg witnessed, happened to be a sole goal scored by one Jurgen Sparwasser for the East Germans in the 77th minute of the game. West Germany threw everything on offence in a vain attempt to equalize but the East Germans weren`t impressed. The result stood at 0-1 and Sparwasser rose from obscurity only to became something of a household name in Germany. However, West Germans recovered quickly from the embarrassment and went on to win the Cup later on.

Two. Germany 2, Switzerland 4, 1938

Nazi Germany having won a bronze medal in 1934 edition was set to conquer the soccer world in 1938. Boosted by as much as nine Austrian players that were included into the German team after the ”Anschluss” of Austria in March of that same year, they were to play Switzerland in the first round of the tournament hosted by France. Brandishing a nazi salute before the start of the match in front of a very hostile crowd at Park des Princes stadium in Paris, Germans took on the non-remarkable Swiss team but managed only a draw after taking the lead earlier in the match. According to the rules in those days a play-off was to be played within 48 hours. Two days later at the same venue, Germans were cruising comfortably 2-0 at half-time and nobody expected anything out of the ordinary. Except for the Swiss players that were determined to make life difficult for the Germans and pulled off one of the most shocking comebacks ever, scoring incredible four goals in the second half and sending the Nazi Dream Team out of the Cup.

Three. Italy 1, New Zealand 1, 2010

One could hardly imagine more unbalanced fixture than defending World Champions of 2006, Italy playing New Zealand in 2010 World Cup in South Africa. ”All Whites”, representatives of Oceania, a team occasionally being beaten up by the likes of Fiji and other exotic sides wasn`t perceived as a threat by any stretch of imagination. Though Kiwis pulled one remarkable last minute escape to a draw with Slovakia earlier in the Cup and Italy did likewise against Paraguay it was hard to expect anything but defeat at the hands of the ``Azzuri``. Saving a point with Slovakia is one thing, stopping the World Champions is quite another – yet that is exactly what happened at Mbombela stadium in Nelspruit to the amazement of anyone that even remotely knows ``who`s who`` in football world. Shane Smeltz shocked the world after seven minutes and Italians only got to equalize through a penalty kick later. As the subsequent results showed, this draw sent Italians back home alongside All Whites that still finished in front of Italy in the group!

Four. Argentina 0 Cameroon 1, 1990

Playing an opening World Cup game against reigning World champions is difficult enough, playing against Argentina as it was the case at the 1990 World Cup opener is worse, having to stop Diego Maradona, widely acknowledged as one of the best players ever to have played football is next to impossible, but beating them with one and later two men down is a stuff that legends are made. That is what the team of Cameroon pulled off at San Siro, Milan sending shockwaves around the world and becoming most successful African World Cup side to date. More resembling a pitched battle than a game with numerous wild tackles from both sides it took one mistake to decide the result and it was Argentinian goalkeeper Pumpido that dropped the ball into his own net after clumsily trying to save Omam Biyik`s header in the seconf half. Cameroonians didn`t stop there and famously went on to progress to the quarterfinals only to be stopped on the brink of a medal glance by losing in extra time against England.

Five. France 0, Senegal 1, 2002

Having to open a World Cup defending the title puts a team in precarious position, best illustrated perhaps when the French set out against Senegal, being shocking African qualifiers but not much more in footballing terms. Nothing seemed to go right for the French that day in Seoul, missing many chances to score and as it often happens when one team misses so many opportunities, punishment is swift and cruel. This match wasn`t an exception and Senegalese caught the French defence asleep on the counter attack with Papa Buba Diop scoring the only goal after thirty minutes. Efforts on behalf of the French team that included superstars such as Thierry Henry and Patrick Vieira proved futile and the result of the first match at the first World Cup to be co-hosted in Asia by Japan and Korea stood at Senegal 1, France 0. France never recovered from this defeat and had a nightmare of a campaign being eliminated in the group stage without even scoring a single goal! Senegal on the other hand went strongly to make most of their single World Cup appearance ever and matched the best World Cup results by African teams narrowly missing on the semifinals.

Six. Holland 1, Egypt 1, 1990

Hopes of winning the World Cup are commonplace, and chances of winning the Cup backed by the likes of Marco Van Basten, Ruud Gullit, Frank Rijkaard and Ronald Koeman having the European throne already in their back pocket must have seemed very realistic. The Dutch team was set to achieve in Italy in the summer of 1990 what had eluded them twice in the final matches in 1974 & 1978, even more so because their first obstacle wasn`t too scary by any way conceivable. It was Egypt, another African ``loose mine`` waiting to strike at unsuspecting favorites. Maybe not as easy as expected but the flamboyant Dutch still took the lead in the second half and had control over the game. That was so until 83rd minute when Koeman`s foul on Hossam Hassan just inside the 18-yard box led to a penalty from which Abdelghani equalized and stopped the Dutch dead in their tracks. A one-off shocker, Egypt failed to make further impact finishing bottom of the group and the Dutch fared only marginally better being eliminated in the second round.

Seven. West Germany 1, Algeria 2, 1982

German players were so sure they`ll beat Algeria in 1982 that they never even bothered to watch a tape of how Algeria, their opponent in an upcoming fixture – plays the game. Along with jokes and funny remarks for the upcoming fixture against the North African debutants, to say that Germans underestimated Algeria is an understatement. And it backfired badly. Algerians played their heart out and deservedly won the game in Gijon, to the amazement of the crowd and TV spectators around the globe.

As sensational as it was, this result was overshadowed by an apparent match fixing scandal when Germany and Austria went on to finish their match in the only way possible that would see them both through and eliminate Algeria. No evidence was presented and the Cup went along without Algeria except it prompted FIFA to change the rules for the last matches in the group to be played at the same time in the future, minimizing the chances for `friendly` outcomes, just in case.

Eight. Italy 0, North Korea 1, 1966

It was a shock in it`s own right that North Korea qualified for the 1966 World Cup in England and having been drawn in a group with the Soviet Union, Italy and Chile it was clear that it would take a miracle to beat all miracles if North Korea was to advance further into the knockout phase. Having lost comfortably against USSR and drawing with Chile, North Koreans were left with only one option in the final match and that was to beat the European football powerhouse, Italy. Renown for their defensive tactics, even a draw was enough for the Italians that day at Ayresome Park, Middlesbrough. Pak Do Ik`s stunner just before the half time sent North Korea in front and all subsequent efforts by the Italians to score were hampered by Korean defense and especially their goalkeeper, 19 year old Lee Chang Myung who rose from obscurity and saved the day, launching the North Korean players for a brief moment to world fame. Once in the quarter finals, North Koreans were on a brink of another sensation leading 3-0 against Portugal only to receive five goals later that put an end to the dream.  46 years later, a BBC documentary gathered all seven surviving team members for a reminiscence of what many consider to be one of the major upsets in international football.

Nine. Hungary 2, West Germany 3, 1954

It was the big final of the 1954 World Cup at Wankdorf stadium in Bern, Switzerland. Hungarians, one of the finest teams ever to be assembled surprised no one by progressing to the final match. Unbeaten in four years and 31 matches, having already destroyed Germany 8-3 in the group stage it must have seem natural that the Cup was already in their hands, especially after Puskas & Csibor scored two goals in the opening nine minutes of the final itself. Dubbed ``The miracle of Bern`` it was the quintessential German die hard attitude that made the difference and shortly afterwards the score line stood at 2-2, Morlock and Rahn with the goals. Helmut Rahn was to became a hero of post war resurging Germany by scoring his second goal of the match with only six minutes to go. Puskas scored a last minute goal for Hungary that was disallowed for an apparent offside and Germany ended winners, with millions of TV spectators watching the first televised World Cup. In later years, suspicions grew over alleged methamphetamine use by the German players which could explain the edge they had over their rivals. Sadly, Hungarian ``Golden team`` was to decline rapidly after the 1956 Hungarian revolution with most players emigrating and being adopted by other national football teams.

Ten. England 0, United States 1, 1950

At last, England ended the World Cup boycott and qualified for the 1950 World Cup in Brazil. As a country where football originated and having the best professional league in the world expectations run high. After an initial easy victory over Chile, English stars were to play United States, rank outsiders of the tournament in Belo Horizonte. Featuring legends such as Finney, Mortensen, Ramsey and Stanley Matthews they were up against a United States team, a strange mixture of semi-pro`s, expats and amateurs hoping to gain experience on the world stage. As the game opened, England pressed on to score and created several chances but executed none. And then in the 37th minute, it happened. Joe Gaetjens, Haitian emigrant and a part-time dishwasher while at Columbia University scored the goal that would decide the match and immortalize the greatest upset ever to occur at any World Cup. English threw everything they had at the Americans but it wasn`t to be. Indeed, in the closing moments of the game, U.S.A almost doubled their lead and moments later it was all over. England 0, United States 1. Such an outcome was so unthinkable that news reports around the globe assumed a mistake on the part of telegraph operators and printed 10-1 result in favor of England! United States finished the competition with a defeat by Chile, while the English, evidently still in shock, lost their final match against Spain and crashed ingloriously out of the Cup.

(Roger Mortis 011)

Turn off the TV

Waking up this morning, I have no idea how to start writing something...three dots?! Inspiration? I don`t need no freakin` inspiration! Well, maybe listening to Das Boot by the obscure German act U-96. Not sure if that counts as an inspiration.

We're all in the same shit, for starters. Although I adore the lobotomy as a great achievement of the human race I have to be a little serious. Yes, we are in the same sauce, suffering from the same pains, we are all on the sinking ship that the rats left a long time ago. We can deceive ourselves to the point of infantility, but in the end we know that we are just cogs in the ritual of the big Capital, which, by its necrophilic nature, tramples on the humanity that evolution endowed upon us, with which nature gifts us daily and we, like lobotomized monkeys, ignore it because it is - for free!

So we work like idiots all day to buy the same thing?

Stuck in bot-level relationships with a consciousness that would put termites to shame, we celebrate the death of humanity with the rapture of the righteous. Righteous of the kind that makes me sick, all those who have convinced us that what is free must be bought, what we already have we must acquire, and what we are aware of, we must find out on television or to to be regurgitated in schools. All of those nine-to-five Joe`s & Jane`s.

We are all an army of prejudged losers, deprived of any alternative that would lead us to the unequivocal conclusion of how screwed up our minds are and what monumental idiots we are. Never wonder why things don't pick up from a standstill.

The blind spot is all of us.

A great legion of morons who work their whole lives for the interests of worthless pigs that we will never meet and see what kind of shit they are.

And those people who are downloaded upon us as examples and role models are the same ones who are not worth even half a verse of  some strange band such as Azra or God forbid, Don McLean! Not that it's not scary. To see that there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, that we have been running in the wrong direction and that life has been spent searching for the elixir of shopping at the next megamarket. And we exchanged everything that was free and the most valuable, for useless trifles, toys for grown-up children and similar rubbish.

At least the macro economic parameters are fine. Aren`t they?

For the last time please turn the TV off until it's not too late.

Put down the smartphone for a while.

And if it is too late, i don`t give a damn really. Just enjoy yourselves.

Being a coward I`ll just switch the channel and watch something else.

(Roger Mortis 010)

The Inspirational Butterfly

Here lies the will that never dies. Who knows the secrets of the will and its strength? What we call God is nothing but the great Will which orders all things according to the nature of its purpose. Man does not surrender to the angels, nor to death completely, except through the weakness of his fragile will.

Joseph Glenville

What breaks us in everyday life? All those ordinary things that eat away at us with their banality and monotony and that make us cry from the inside one in a while. In some place, in some time and for some people, that was Malaria, mosquitoes, Sodomy, Cholera, solitary confinement, sharks, guillotine and death. And hope. For escape. For Freedom.

For one man, prisoner no. 54345, the alleged murderer of a certain Marseille pimp, ex-soldier and forger. All those terms you read above were everyday life for 15 years. His name is Charriere. Henri Charriere. Yes, that's "The Butterfly". The one for whom no one on the planet would change. And who I respect as the epitome for a Man. Example number one. All he had was hope that, as they often remind us, never dies.

And that verse that Glenville tells us about, the will that doesn't die even when you see your best years go down the sewer pipes in Cayenne's solitary confinement. No, not that he's missing all of his teeth. Almost no hair. That Malaria takes it's toll. That he's been caught six times trying to escape. That he's been talking to himself for five years in an isolation cell, alone with his mind, his friends cockroaches and rats. Not even that is enough to break Henri the "Butterfly" who has reached the age of fifteen inmate years in Guyana and as an old convict has a rare privilege because he is left to die on Devil's Island, the last station for people turned into numbers. Well, old in a way. He was 38 years old although when he looked in the mirror he recognized an old man who in Marseilles could pass as 75.

One thing the authorities didn't count on, was that he was Henri Charriere. There is obviously a spark in his brain that makes him forget the dead friends for whom he dug holes for quick burial in the Kayenne swamp. Those who disappeared without a trace during escape attempts and those who went crazy in solitary confinement after a year or two, the same place he was for five years. However, Henri does not go alone. There are a few who are willing to take the risk alongside him. Rene, Louis, Pascal, guys that  still dream of freedom.

That day is coming. Everything is going according to plan. The escape succeeds. Seventh in a row. Will this be the last? The end of the agony. Maybe. They end up in the village where the French colonial authorities settle down the leprous inhabitants of the colony. Who knows, lepers might somehow help the escapees. But here comes the test. The test that freezes the blood and kills in amid sentence. A fine gentleman who appears to be an authority in the village, although he has only two fingers left on his cigar hand, cynically offers Henri the cigar he is smoking among the leprous remains that were probably once tongue and lips. Failure to accept the unwritten codes in the hell of Guyana means death. Quick death. Whether because of that or otherwise, Henri casually takes the cigar and takes a deep, uicy smoke. Never mind. Without fear. The triumph of humanity fills the lepers eyes that hardly even see with tears. There are those people. Who do not abhor lepers. And who shares a cigar of cheap tobacco. With a man who is falling apart. They are given a boat and the friends run away. Not for long though. Fate shits at their doorstep once again. They catch them. That's the seventh time. Back in isolation.

That's the end. Henri Charrier and company count the last days on that island. And for the most stubborn, the curtain falls once again. That's that then.

Well, no. Henri is already looking at the sea. Again. Yes, there is no end, no beginning, the horizon blows away all the pains and blackness that have plagued him for 15 years. Wanted to know what freedom is? That is his domain. If someone knows, he knows. The "Butterfly". Number 54345. Who packs a bag of coconut shells. One jump. Oblivion or liberty.

Unspecified day in 1946. Every morning, someone wakes Señora Rita Charriere on the coast of Venezuela. He has such a habit. Gets up at dawn. She is that emotional harbor to him.

It's Henri. The real story of the "Butterfly". A happy ending? Yes. Rita, three children, life in freedom, and the book that contributed to the hell of the Penal Colony being outlived by Henri himself.

Written by him.

Despite everything.

Until the last breath, Mon Ami.

(Roger Mortis 009)

Sic Semper Tyrannis

Perhaps at first glance, one would think that dictators are an extremely perverse breed that, apart from harems, pedophilia, Swiss banks, high military ranks, bizarre uniforms and random infatuation, are also connoisseurs of any of the 459 registered paraphilias in the field of sexual psychology. If you associate that thought with their ultimate fetish, the holy grail of a dictatorial erection, you don't know them as a species.

At all.

From Mobutu Sese Seko, through Ferdinand Marcos to Fidel Castro.

From Leonid Brezhnev, Jean-Bedel Bokassa, Nicolae Ceausescu to Alfredo Stroessner.

Trujillo or Mubarak.

Everyone has the same wet dream. And that is - subjects who not only have no spine, but are constantly in love with the one who spreads their misery. Sterile cowards with high threshold of tolerance, where any kind of experience is received without objection. Passivity to the extent that it has been sung in centuries of tradition among such subjects, as a kind of virtue, skill or wisdom. The holy grail of dictatorship lies where power is truly treated by the subjects as a gift from heaven. These are subjects that are hard to find. Like a perfect woman for example.

But there is one place, hidden behind seven garbage containers and nine dump trucks, a mythical territory behind three counters and 99 bureaucrats, often talked about and enviously looked at by dictatorial eyes, the reason why that piece of land despite the fact that it has no oil, resources or sea or anything to which would be worth fighting for at first sight. And yet it has been the subject of fights and battles of various dictators, kings, emperors and princes for hundreds of years. A motive? In that place live the mythical subjects who will never, ever and under no circumstances rebel against the government. And if someone by chance, to the general horror and contrary to centuries old tradition, rebels, he will be quickly and efficiently eliminated even before the quietest rumor of the rebellion reaches the ears of the dictators.

Do you know which place it is?

It will not be Mauritania.

Maybe Haiti?

The Confederate States of America?

Republic of Rhodesia?

They lied to you that they were enslaving that territory because of some biblically ancient connotations.

Strategic locations and center of the world?

The Alshar Mine or the Lakes?

For the batshit insane & the renowned lunatic asylums?

That they enslaved it for material wealth and resources?

No.

For the sake of the subjects themselves. Now you know why the population of that territory was the target of various conquerors. Heaven, not earth. Because such subjects are not found anywhere else, at least not in this part of the solar system.

Exceptions?

There were. Few and far between and they did not find support among those for whose interest and freedom they fought. Their historical frequency is purely existent enough to irritate statisticians and historians. A few small stones in a bag of rice. And not only that, but they received regular bonuses in the form of betrayals and infighting, due to the fact that opportunism was a religion and myopic animalistic selfishness was a dogma.

That is why history must be changed as they did in the Ministry of Truth, where the hole of oblivion worked at full steam, as well as the printing presses. Every government brings a new history and writes it anew. To cover up the collective fail and give a new fix to the addicts of cheap illusions. If you still can't think of which place it is, you are the one living in such a place. The perfect subject for whom the date is some day and some month. But the year remains the same forever.

1984.

Welcome.

(Roger Mortis 008)

Dialectic much?

The Balkans gender reality is in many ways determined by several concepts.

We will stick to two basic ones, the feminine one (Whore) and the male one (Poofter).

The male member of the homo-sapiens species should be a fucker, a dude, a seducer, in a word, have a high two-digit, and preferably three-digit number of vaginal, oral or anal applications of the dick. And not in USB ports but in different ownership of the specified holes. In some environments, oral application is valued as two or even three vaginal, in others it is counted as half vaginal. Anal also has different values. Shades.

Dialectic!

There are no nuances here. Either he's a faggot or she`s a harlot.

In more recent times, the terms Cobbler, Impotent and Stray are gradually competing with the ultimate expression. of Queer. But nothing can replace the horror, panic and paranoia that is sown by the synonym for reverse sexuality, an anomaly,, double or multiple barrel gun, exhaust pipe...

The female member of the homo-sapiens species should be a saint, honest, collected, honorable, in a word to have an extremely low number of vaginal, oral or Lord forbid, Anal applications to the corresponding holes with the help of one or different penises. The figure starts from zero and with every 50-60,000 inhabitants of the settlement where the owner of the holes lives, it increases by a certain percentage. So yes, in a relatively large city with delusions of a metropolis and the mentality of Kasaba from Kurdistan, the word `Whore` can be delegated even after 3 to 4 headjobs..

Once the limit (the credit) is exceeded, she is officially a Whore, a Cunt, a Tart, Woman of ill repute.

And everything would be fine, the sun would be shining even in the shade, Warblers and other animals would be singing through the blooming forests and meadows, and the May bumblebee would happily fly from flower to flower, buzzing through the end of spring and heralding summer. The fruits of the womb of an honest woman and the seeds of a guy would run around this heavenly setting, married to mom and gifted to dad...

But! The creators of this consensus reality known as our ancestors missed something. Not that they wanted any mistake to sneak up on them, that's what they had in mind. Who rarely served them for opinion more as a depreciated inventory, a ballast in the head, a burden or a curse.

Let us stop beating round the bush. Them ancestors were and not much more. Such was their wisdom that they compromised the future of several generation that came after them.

So, what is the problem?

That always (except during long term wars) the numerical ratio of men and women is more or less half to half. Which means for men to be Fuckers the majority of women have to be Whores. And for the majority of women to be honest, then, the majority of men should be fags. So much for the logic of the ancestors and their descendants today.

Temporary salvation was found in lying.

So everyone can be a bitch and everyone can be innocent.

But that too is only a temporary (verbal) patching of the hymen or the male ego.

What`s the Cure?

Liberalism as Messianic doctrine.

Is that a bird?

Is that a plane?

Is that a rocket?

No!

It is liberalism that flew in like a savior angel to moist dry pussies and runny eggs!

It's on TV!

Pick the remote in your hands and receive in your skull the latest Messianic message, the light of enlightenment, the beautiful liberalism! If you are not satisfied with the TV, if you are urban intellectual, there is an updated product for you, packed with philosophy, spirituality and progressiveness.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law, as certain person by the name of Aleister Crowley stated many moons ago.

Only this concept has one fatal factory setting error. It was produced in the sterile womb of necrophilic capitalism.

And so is its quality. Necro.

Ordinary animalistic selfishness and evasion of responsibility, reducing man to a product from a shelf on a shelf, and eternal dissatisfaction which in turn is a generator of capital turnover.

Divorce, children without childhood, parents with children as a burden, a baby instead of a Barbie, eternal hell between spouses or partners, a struggle for supremacy between them, children as collateral, a career instead of a child, old dudes, with a facade of extraordinary personalities, and moldy fuckers lonely as scabies infected dog before execution.

In the Balkans, this is not the result of Liberalism. That lobotomy is still new and needs time to start producing victims. Not that there aren't any, they are rare. Conservatism has been working for that purpose for now, stamping misery on the population albeit with different modality.

There was a dry, old, hardened Troll from a Scottish village.

His name was Alexander Neal.

And he tried to troll the system.

To make boys and girls who will literally make love with each other until they realize that quality does not come from quantity.

Quantity also implies responsibility around it. Who is not an end unto himself?

But in practice several sexual partners are more than fine in getting love experience. And not with tricks or strings attached. Through polygamy and polyandry to monogamy?

Trollish concept.

Through.

For rare lucky ones, a reality.

For the Balkans, utopia.

For the rest, there are Liberalism and Conservatism.

Not delivering results? No way!

(Roger Mortis 007)

Is Patriotism a Mental Illness?

The broad definition states the following: any disorder of brain function that affects thought processes, emotions, or the ability to interact mutually and beneficially with the environment and surroundings is a patrio...oops...mental illness.

Patriotism itself and its stupid brother, nationalism, are based on "love" for some imaginary entity called "the state" or "the people" in the most common sense of the use of these terms. It also implies some positive difference to all other entities that are named as nations and states.

Emotions directed at imaginary entities is nothing new, religion is the best indicator of how far it can escalate.              

But patriotism as a relatively new phenomenon with it`s climax in mid 20th Century. If in religion at least "love" was given to some omnipotent entity called God, from whom a reward with eternal life was expected, in the case of patriotism we have an emotionally one-sided attitude towards some features on a geographical map and some name that indicates that territory. Of course, behind that concept are hidden quite specific mechanisms for the robbery of the population of a certain territory and exploitation, joined by robing blind the resources of that place on the earth. The genius lies in the brainwashing that asks the victims to love their perpetrator, because it sells them a story of uniqueness, belonging to a greater whole, and the deep fears that every average lobotomized member of a nation tries to avoid during his earthly life.

In other words, patriotism thrives on the fertile soil of the individual's cowardice and mental inertia. Just like many other mental disorders.

This mental illness exploded on a world scene with the rebranding of states into nations in the 18th century. Mostly thanks to the by-product of the French Revolution, that pure evil dictator known as Napoleon Bonaparte.

No patriot or nationalist can explain what is good in the mentioned entities. What is it that leads to an emotional engagement from him to the imagined social construct. Is, for example, masturbation on the Macedonian edition of Playboy an expression of patriotism? Or is it still just masturbation? If it is the former, then patriotism and masturbation are equivalent.

By its action, patriotism prevents the development of a person by eternally insisting on not asking questions (there was a J.F. Kennedy statement in that direction) and conditioning the individual. In the territory known as North Macedonia and the year 2024, this disease is increasingly present. And threatens to kill any independent opinion and prevent any tipping point in the direction of individual and collective values ​​contrary to patriotism. And even worse, in many cases man is conditioned between biological survival and his own attitude. Guess what has the priority.

But patriotism is a disease of pandemic proportions.

An empty personal life and the lack of a clearly defined idea of ​​one's own worth is replaced by ready-made belief models that are derivatives, thus opening the way for a mass epidemic of patriotism, against which the plague pandemic in the 14th century known as the Black Death is only pleasant a spring breeze caressing your hair on a beautiful sunny May afternoon. Only in the 20th century, patriotism and nationalism, according to the most conservative estimates, are responsible for the death of 455 million people in several hundred wars fought on all continents.

Except for Antarctica.

Fortunately, there is almost nothing in Antarctica.

Bacteria and viruses don't grow much there, and neither does patriotism...

What should be done? How we escape the pulling power of this evil? Well, step one, kill the patriot within you!

After that, continue into the neighborhood. Be proactive. Talk to people. Write a Blog. Do anything for the love of all that`s holly.

(Roger Mortis 006)

Victory

He looked at the aperture incessantly. He remembered when he first flew many years ago and wondered how the view did not stop fascinating him after so much time. The world looked quite peaceful and calm as always.

He was wondering. Where from all those memories, unannounced arrived, beginning to turn through his head. Landed friendships, semi-made and unfulfilled love stories, plans that have received an unexpected direction. Much more important things had to be thought off. Direction of life, his life.

Questions. Why didn't he ask for a phone number of  that black-haired, tall, cutely tired girl that he saw  that night at the airport bar, just before receiving the unexpected command. The command they have been training for years hoping they won't ever hear it, memorized for a long time in a separate part of the brain.

Wasn't an exercise. Operational task, flight with use in anger.

No one got a chance except her. Others, her competitors, blue and black, and perhaps even red-haired were difficult to relocate with him, half a year on Okinawa, half a year in Arizona, a year in Korea, two off Diego Suarez. But she always sought it wherever she went.

He was always fulfilled, cheerful, although a bit rigid, obedient and not overloaded with naive questions. He was not particularly perceptive to realize that his thoughts were just phrases with whom they had fed him him through the military training school.

For the first time he was overwhelmed by a strange feeling in that tenderness at nine thousand meters above the North Pacific, alone with a few colleagues in the once magnificent Boeing B-52 Stratofortress, a large and powerful two hundred tonnes machine that he knew more intimate than several girls with whom he had serious relationships. Better than with parents, his father a military pilot in action sometime over some insignificant point on the planet, dragging the Dragon of Air America, white and green, and his mother, who held out somehow without the good will to raise their son, except for a few stories spun now and then. His father's alleged heroic feats, told in the break between watching movies and dinner.

Her son was a battle she lost without much fight. Unlike her husband who pulled out a white flag for several months after the birth of the future rider of the Apocalypse.

They learned and trained for her. Although big and heavy, she radiated some energy that required a lot of potassium and iodine for her lovers. They only used her in some obscure places like Maralinga, Montebello, Bikini Atol or Tanesruf Belt. She was the real one. She. The Bomb. Ultimate symbol of destruction. Orgasm of 1,1 megatonnes of raw power. B-28M was her real name. Molly for the ones that new her. The crew of the bomber also called her "sweety", probably to cover up the fear of flying with her, knowing her inclinations.

The enemy. There was no opportunity to retaliate, the standards for Mutual Assured Destruction did not apply this time. At least intelligence reports suggested. On several occasions, the thoughts like "It wasn't our fault, they started it", "We could do nothing but defend ourselves"

Intelligence, plans and operations had a common cut.

They were 100% secure only in politicians' accounts.

This time there was no going back.

Next was the goal.

Molly, the sweet little Molly, was unloaded as planned.

The fuel was at an end, the last drops were helplessly extracted from the tanks.

Calls to supplement fuel in the air faced dead silence, flying tankers that were supposed to appear did not appear and did not respond to calls. There was nowhere to land. Down was hell, upstairs was the fuel gauge. Scenes went unstoppable in his mind, all the way to the bottom.

They missed the possibility of forcing water landing some time ago, confident in the existence of it's base. It was clear to them what had happened, but they had no time for a storm of emotions, anger, sadness. Maybe just a shock. The pilot has been in a daze for some time, humming a perticular song.

As i was walking,

That ribbon of highway,

I saw above me

That endless skyway,

I saw Below Me

That Golden Valley.

This land was made for you and me.

Strangely, the aircraft's autopilot was not activated. Unlike the autopilot in the head of our protagonist, which in the last minutes before the stratospheric beast was attracted by gravity downwards, still tirelessly worked. He was not sorry for anything, neither for himself or the ashes that they left somewhere there, not for friend or foe.

He was pleased that they finally showed them.

(Roger Mortis 005)

Mythology as the basis to the system of misplaced values

There are letters, commas, periods, that will lead many, without any basis, to the conclusion that the author of this article is a dirty commie, a Yugo-nostalgist and a Tito pioneer.

What on earth could be the point of said article?

The point is the myths, similar to the ancient mythologies but of course without the quality of those old ones that speak about heroes, fairies, dragons and other natural and supernatural beings. Those myths had a cultural, educational, entertaining and folkloric purpose. The new ones aim at brainwashing and manipulation of perception.

The premise here is a hook for the ex-state, the late SFR Yugoslavia.

And after its leader, of course. The mighty Josip Broz.

Everyone knows why that is.

But those who disagree are the first to step in, like an East German western cowboy "das ist meine statt, auslander!" with the following myth.

"Yugoslavia was more peaceful than other communist states because Tito took loans and we lived on the fringes". This is a popular myth, but popularity does not mean that it has any reality.

The successor countries of the late Yugoslavia, in a three times shorter period, borrowed 5 times more than the former federation owed at the breakup in 1991.

$15 billion in 1991, adjusted for inflation, roughly $30 billion in today's value, for 48 years of existence.

The emerging countries today, $255 billion in 33 years of existence.

Not counting Kosovo of course.

So less than the legendary figure of 22 billion that is often mentioned, based on the record of 21.7 billion in 1987, which fell to 15 before the collapse four years later. And yet, at the same time other countries owed the dying Yugoslavia around $4,4 billion.

So the real debt was about $11 billion dollars, today that would be $22B, and that already brings us to a scale of 1 to 14, very unpleasant fact for believers in modern mythology.

And during that time, from the collapse until now, all the strategic infrastructure sold to foreign companies... of course.

Here the difference is most evident and the consequences that follow in the immediate future.

But at least patriotism is on the rise. And that's something i guess.

The old and stupid wisdom that some geezer made something out of nothing seems to be true.

In the past, Yugoslavia produced and exported everything. Nowadays, countries of the region produce nationalism and export it`s youth, it`s brightness, it`s future.

The same party has been in power for 67 years in these areas, only changing its priorities in 1991.

Before the collapse, he opened "patriotic" branches with appropriate flags and songs, from "right-wing", to "competition" with the "left-wing" branches of the same company.

To end with Johnny Stulic quote in Yugoslavian style, such is the topic and the conversation.

Namely, Johnny warned us with some verses like the one "How is the essence of fraud brought to unrecognition", but no one listened to him. Those who listened to him were converted to the point of rationality.

Or maybe not.

(Roger Mortis 004)

Cui Bono Motherfuckers?

Let's take a simple example from a simple country somewhere on a peninsula where every generation has no guarantees, except for the occasional war.

Country is on the Balkan peninsula and is widely known as North Macedonia. There, in that country, 746 million euros are spent on education, all of it from the budget.

Private educational institutions are here with another 66 million. Then personal expenses of any student that are next to impossible to calculate.

Aside from what the "customers" of this system themselves pay from their own pockets in the "free" tradition, which is difficult to determine how much money it costs annually at the level of the entire country.

It is difficult to see how much is spent in the education system in total, but we can start with an assumption of a billion euros per year. Every year the impositions on the people who go for education increase, and in return the people get new generations of slaves and semi-literate idiots.

What is the correlation between money coming out of someone's pocket and going towards education? On the one hand, the government puts more and more money into the education system, and on the other hand, the system remains unchanged, qualitatively, which is supposedly the goal of the financiers of the system.

The results are positive for those for whom they are really, not declaratively intended.

And these are tens of thousands of parasites on the state payroll, big business, profits and creating the kind of people they need. Spineless slaves that is...

Slaves pay for their own slavery and the slavery of their children, all the while they consider education free and hope that the system will declare them eligible one fine day, when their miserable existences will receive a temporary reference thus adding a value derivative.

And what was that derivative?

Education does not provide answers to such questions.

I consider the education system in our country to be completely successful.

Not in the declared but in the real goal.

That system produces people who, for example, after 20 years of "education" through it, cannot distinguish what is free and what is not, so they think that if you pay something out of your pocket under the name of tax and if you pay something out of your own pocket under name potato or beer is something completely, completely...different.

Like day and night.

Welcome into the dark.

(Roger Mortis 003)

Consequences emerging from education

One of the most tragic implications is that it shapes the perception of people at an age when they are especially susceptible to it.

Instead of liveliness, play, practicality, real experiences, children are given the deadness of closed quasi-barracks called schools in which total strangers, neither in perception nor in age and modus operandi close to the children - fulfill some curriculum written by somebody, somewhere, sometimes with certain agendas at play.

A way of processing information is formed which is stuck in the left hemisphere of the brain, the right one is brought to the point of atrophy, and even if someone is lucky that it does not affect them, then the balance between these two parts of the brain is difficult to achieve.

Some may imagine that the mass and availability of education in the system is some kind of positive thing. It is hard to deny that it has some positive effects, but most importantly, it creates the kind of character structures that the system needs to function.

It is also a bit naive to think that "free" education has a positive role. It was introduced with a purpose, not altruistic and enlightened motives of wise legislators and political elites.

It was introduced in order for the state to form young minds in a totalitarian, fundamentalist concept where every innovation, every difference and deviation from the "righteous" paths (regardless of whether they are secular or religious) is met "with a knife" in advance, the brain is so networked that it resists anything new, regardless of the quality or logic of the new views.

What can be seen from the biographies of the greats of history, either from a scientific or artistic point of view, is that by far the majority of them, although like every rule and this is not without exception, they had great problems and aversions to the educational system regardless of the type of it.

Almost everyone who brought the new paradigms in science, art, way of life and understanding of things on their back, did it not with the wind at their back but with a hurricane in their chest whose goal was the immutability of the "sacred" Status Quo.

Is this a coincidence or not, I hope for some comment and thought, contrary reasoned views are also welcome, of course an informed opinion is not a crime, at least not yet...

(Roger Mortis 002)

Education and it`s implications

The first lesson of the first class of the first day of school reads something like: "You are free to do as you are told".

Few people have asked where those twenty years go. How are they spent since youth is in the essence of a person's education.

Several basic lessons are taught, which are engraved in the memory from the youngest age. Those lessons usually move in the direction of a few general canons :

1. Don't question anything

2. Do not think but memorize and repeat

3. There is an authority over you that you must respect by default, nevermind quality and integrity, they are understood given that they are hidden behind an appropriate title.

If education, by some definition, should be acquiring new knowledge, creating a critical, creative and healthy way of thinking and preparing the young person for the upcoming life and professional challenges, even mass socialization - the results looks at us and smile in our face like Trollface, the forgotten meme from those early twentytens.

Which leads one to think that the end product of the educational system is its majesty: the BioDrone. The result is the indoctrination of the student with, for the most part, completely useless information that serves him nothing, the imposition of rules and regulations that he must follow if he wants to avoid being punished by taking away a year from his life and mental and sometimes physical punishment and production of many traumas, frustrations and paranoia that are obtained with a lifetime guarantee.

Usually some of the arguments pro violence and pressure on children by the educational system is alleged children indiscipline and lack of decency.

The same old crap that the system creates and produces is then used as a justification for punishment.

No, neither the parents nor the streets are innocent. Far from it.

But let's see where the rabbit lies and how deep the educational hole is.

Sorry to say but this rant is stopped by the regular electro-convulsive therapy. Cheerio comrades!

(Roger Mortis 001)

Наркотици : Митови и реалност.

Дејството на дрогите, пример хероинот. За што точно се работи? Филингот,Осјечајот, Хајот, флешот...како да си во оној краток момент кога јавето сеуште е присутно но сонот веќе влијае на него иако нецелосно, таа граница, тој лиминален простор е неопислива милост Божја. Опуштеност и интересни мисли во слоумоушн се редат во различно темпо зависни од дозата, квалитетот, карактерот на уживателот и многу други варијабили.

Но тоа битисување на границата на двата света кога човек со една нога е во светот на Морфеј а со другата во секојдневието е нешто потполно магично, прекрасно, дава нови перспективи, пребродува инхибиции и победува стравови.

Често џанаци кои последиците од ужасното детство и рана младост ги растурило на ментален план а понекогаш и физички, се обидуваат да се состават себеси преку овој драстичен начин.

А чудно, лица кои се гнушају дроге се од друга страна фаначни поколоници на музичари, бендови, филмски и театарски глумци сликари, вајари, режисери глумци и остали лица кои преку дестилацијата на нивната душа во форма на краен музички, сценски, филмски или литерарен карактер = должат едно добри 80% токму на наркотиците кои за одредени групи селани, новопечени и домородни граѓани се анатема. Ајде настрана западниот декадентен систем каде врие од дроги насекаде, што правиме со најпопуларната дрога на светот, имено Етанолот познат на рајата како Алкохол кој содржи некои екстремни напитоци како Францовка, Ракија, Вотка, Апсинт и слични ужаси кои се реалната страна на пошаста на нашето доба.

А да не ги споменуваме легалните супстанци од Валиум кај нас познат како Деметрин па се до Лексилиум, Аклонил и еден куп бензодијазепини.

Но знаете што е тука во прашање? Едноставно.Вo светлата традиција на Орвелијанскоит Двоен израз (Doublespeak). Ако дрогата е легална тогаш таа магично станува недрога со едноствен потпис на рандом лик во некое министерство.Така да Етанолот грозна супстанца која во многу земји се уптребува како замена за бензински погонувани возила станува недрога. Прешалтање на етанол би ги срозало многи енергентски компании. А Проблемот е што еталонот е појако гориво од бензинот и нафтата со фракција од загадувањето кое тие го прават и е прилично ефтина солуција.

Иако не ми треба, живеам во реалтивно компактен релативно помал град но со специфичен дел во обзир на тоа дека наоколу има мал милион убави места надвор од самиот град

И така наместо етанолот да стане гориво со минимален и смешен потенцијал за загадување ние со движиме по инерција одредена таму во 1941 кога Ибн-Ал-Сауд, основачот на Сауди Арабиа направи дил со Амерички и Британски нафтни корпорации за естракција на нивната нафта.

Ете ти сега. Интересите на некаков си америчи естаблишмент со поддршка на диктарори како оној од Филипини каде 54% од население живее буквално во сламови, не плаќа давачки и не учествува во општествениот живот во општеството туку гледа да помине ден за ден. И на таквите јадничиња, некаква си проста манипулација и соодветен државно санкциониран садизам непознат уште од времето не Фердинанд Маркос сеуште даваат резултати иако не како некогаш.

Тотално одвоени од реалноста, тотално антиемпатични, тотално арогантни и надмени за таквите постои само една казна. Барем за водачите. А оние ситните кратка робија од некоја година и потоа општествен ангажман каде тие лица би формирале единици за спасувачки операции во таа земја која е на пат на секој божји ураган настрана остали природни и човечки катастрофи. Пободро тоа отколку да чмаат по касарни и да тепаат време со карти, видео игри и секси чатови и Онлифенс.

Исто но со поинаков сенсибилитет може до некоја мера да се каже и за европските чувари на редот и мирот. Иако немаме граѓанска војна како во Мексико каде барем 180К мртви осамнаа уште од кобната 2006 со поединечни масакри од кои не би се посрамиле ниту Црвените Кмери или Капо-чуварите. Мачети, ножеви, боксери, шила, ставање автомобилски гуми една над друга во висина на жртвата, полевање со гориво и палење на истото. Жртвата не може да претне иако поради гумената растеглива природа на истата добива лажна надеж дека има спас. Но спас никогаш и нема, не знам дали постои лик кој се спасил од таков предизвик за својот живот.

И сето тоа, групни силувања каде и по 70 гангстери непрекинато силуваат девојка се додека таа не се упокои од сето тоа, па тоа го немало ни во насјветлите денови на Кмерите или балканските паравојски во 1990-те. Тотално бришење на личноста на една жена, а повремено и маж, трауми кои е скоро невозможно да се пребродат во случај да ја преживеат војната.

Има нешто интересно во класифицијата на дрогите. Пример кокаинот е статусен симбол, Амфетите, Мет и кристал мет се све повеќе во мода заедно со разни синтетики кои овозможуваат подобар аутпут на работа, значи совршени капиталистички творевини спремни да жртвата ја направат тотално капиталистичко товарно животно кое нема многу да гледа во алтернтивни ереси.

Имено, алкохолот, никотинот и кофеинот малку или ич влијаат на работниот аутпут на wage slaves па дури и го потпомагаат така да нормално да баш тие се легални. Сите тие се само лубрикација во работно-општествените односи каде на робовите им е полесно да го примат одзади со прекувремена работа, намалена плата, нисплаќање, уцени и закани, мобинг и изживувања од надредени. Легализацијата на наркотиците би била сериозен удар врз капитализмот.

Бескрајна Љубов

Ете повторно и една крајно интересна сторија од "НР" Кина од 90-те.

Летописот за жал не ги запомнил имињата на протагонистите. Сепак се работи за земја во која владее диктатура, како аналогна така и дигитална.

Професионален војник, поточно снајперист и подофицер, имал необично среќен брак со својата жена и нивната ќерка.

Но еден ден, сопругата му соопштила дека е трудна, некои 4-5 години по раѓањето на првото чедо.

Пошто ви НР Кина постои one child policy каде во рурални средини смее да се имаат две деца, во случај да се од спротивен пол, во урбаните центри немало таква можност.

Иако потекнувал од крајно рурално гратче, снајперот бил регистриран во Пекинг, во специјалната единица во касарна близу до плоштадот на Небесниот мир.

Сфаќајќи дека нешто мора да се преземе ако сака да има второ дете, ја испратил жена си во својот роден град далеку од Пекинг, да се породи таму далеку од очите на државната власт во главниот град.

Ноо...бидејќи комунизам и бидејќи државни кодоши - војникот бил исцинкарен од специјалисти кодоши кои се темел на секоја авторитарна власт, околу тоа дека наводно жена му била сомнително широка во стомакот и дека нагло ја снемало од Пекинг.

Државата го активирала центарот за планирање на семејство во гратчето каде се наоѓала неговата најсакана сопруга.

Жената била приведена и одведена во болница. Иако била во 7-ми месец, надлежните предизвикале побачај при што неродениот син на снајперистот и жена му, бил мртвороден.

Пошто животот е суров и невољата не доаѓа сама, тешка инфекција поради недоволно стерилизирани инструменти, тотална незаинтересираност и meh на доктори и сестри кои имале направено стотици прекинувања на бремености, кулминирало со сепса што ја усмртило и неговата сопруга. Во неколку дена човекот загубил све, најголемата љубов и синот кој го очекувал со радост.

И што да прави во една таква ситуација, човек кој цел живот се повинувал на системот, само за да биде уништен од истиот тој систем поради некакви наказни правила каде државата решава кој смее да живее и колку?

Типот после првичниот пароскизам на болката започнал да се однесува необично смирено во наредната година и пол, дури и чудно имајќи предвид што се случило.

Но тоа било само маска. Кинескиот Џон Рамбо од првата крв стапил на сцена.

Еден убав ден во 1994, оставајќи ја ќерка си кај неговите, имајќи направено копија од клучевите кои отварале магацин со оружје и муниција, со фалш наредба влегол и се опремил со јуришна пушка, панцирен елек, цела торба со муниција и неколку рачни бомби кои можел да ги земе а да не предизвика сомнеж барем во првичните денови.

И така ликот им кажал на неколку колеги на тој и тој ден да не доаѓаат во касарната.

На денот, снајперистот отвара оган во касарната и бидувајќи еден од најдобрите стрелци во земјата, прави тотален масакр.

Користејќи ја паниката, успева да запре автобус и со цевка на глава го приморува шоферот да вози накај плоштадот на Небесниот мир.

А таму, со нова полна рамка, продолжува осветата. Тотално без бирање цел, фул автоматски типот пука во масата.

Кинеската држава е во бунило и не знае што да прави.

Сепак после извесно време кон местото каде бил виден последен пат се упатува специјална полициска единица.

Нашиот јунак ги гаѓа еден по еден, првиот и последниот во строј а потоа сите измеѓу.

Истото се случува и со воените специјалци.

На крај после рачни бомби и крај на муниција, човекот со последниот куршум ја завршува причата надевајќи се дека на тој свет ќе се придружи на својата жена и син.

Не се знае тотал каунтот на лешеви и ранети пошто кинеската авторитарна држава веднаш започнала со вајтвош на инцидентите на тој ден. Ако во загинатите не биле неколку лица од Иранската амбасада, светот веројатно никогаш немало да дознае за ова. Настанот ќе исчезнел и никогаш не се случил. Исто како тука во неодамнешен случај со убиство во самиот влез на зградата, толку тајновита и опскурна ликвидација во Охрид што сите медиуми педерски решија да не објават ниту една реченица за случајот!

Но тоа и не е најважно, дали убил 75 или 85 цајкани и аскер, типот решил сам самцат да тргне против масивната државна машинерија која го ограбила од радост во животот, му ископала гроб во кој требало доброволно да легне.

Е ова е светски мега цар, легенда и људина. Невообичаениот херој на нашето време.

Во чест на анонимниот Кинез.чие дело одекнува низ урбаните клисури и моралните кањони на современиот етички рељеф.

Фалун Гонг

Своевремено, надалеку прочуениот лидер на светската бољшевичка орда Јозеф Џугашвили, познат и како Сталин, изјавил дека квантитетот поседува и квалитет сам по себе.

Можеби имал нешто тука, некаква несмасна вистинитост која сепак не трпи сериозно скрутинизирање. Пример е НР Кина, земја од 1,4 милијарди раја каде што 100 милиони лица играат фудбал на разни нивоа а во реалноста тој спектакуларен квантитет од кој произлегуваат најдобрите кинески 11-мина е поразен од Исланд во пријателски меч со 0-2, на среде Пекинг. Предноста на домашниот терен заедно со нестварната предност во квантитет (3.726 : 1 во однос на жители и 1.213 : 1 во однос на фудбалери од сите катерогии укажува дека Сталиновата максима е со сомнителен квалитет.

И така денес повторно сме во Кина, онаа псевдо Народната и квази Републиката, узурпаторска творевина кој владее со мејнлендот додека легитимната власт тавори на оближниот остров Формоза. А зошто сме во "НР" Кина? 

За да дознаеме за најголемата секта во историјата на човештвото, најбројна во сончевиот систем а можеби и во самата Галаксија. Таа секта се нарекува Фалун Гонг и претставува вистинско секташко совршенство. Нивниот секташлук е толку периферен што човек би си помислил дека Фалун Гонг и воопшто не е секта. Но не. Сепак, на стар познат и признат сектофил како мене не можат да ме измамат со нивната агитација на која еднаш и лично присуствував во еден западен дождлив град пред многу години.

Скраја било да го делам мислењето на Кинеската комунистичка партија по повод оваа секта, која што секта е прогонувана веќе три децении во "НР" Кина, единствено сметам дека тоа е навистина секта, можеби најсовршената која било когаш постоела.

Верувам дека после овој вовед веќе читателот се запрашува, па што е тоа Фалун Гонг и зошто Партијата на власт се обруши со безмилосна репресија врз оваа бројна секта? Кому му сметале 40-тина милиони членови на Фалун Гонг само во Кина? Зошто оваа секта не е забранета во Тајван или било каде другаде?

Но да видиме што и како точно претставува Фалун Гонг.

Се работи за масовна и релативно млада секта основана од ултра-гуруто Ли Хонг Жи, живописен карактер за кого нема премногу биографски детали но за кој се знае дека е фирер на овој броен култ. Едноставно и елегантно, Жи излегол во јавност на 13-ти Мај 1992 во Чанг Чун и со едноставен напор на вољата ја прогласил организацијата за отворена.

Она што се знае за Фалун Гонг е дека практикуваат серија на едноставни физички вежби кои треба да ја нивелираат Чи енергијата низ човековото тело, заедно со масовна сиимболика на сите страни. Тоа што свастиката е главен симбол на Фалун Гонг е интересен, иако лишен од наци-конотации детал.

Можеби главниот мотив на оваа секта е пасивен отпор кон Кинеската бољшевичка партија која што има апсолутна власт во НР Кина. Повиците на цивилен отпор, бојкотите, мирните демонстрации и другите видови ненасилни протести наишле на паника во редовите на КПК.

Што, зарем шака секташи се дрзнуваат да ја предизвикаат 75 годишната хегемонија на другариот Мао и неговите наследници? Зарем ова е начин за изразување на благодарност што Кина ги отвори вратите на капитализмот? Несомнено закоравените старци од Политбирото би сакале реприза на Тијен Ан Мен 1989 кога 11К студенти, војници и цивили беа убиени за да се спречи евентуален концерт на Скорпионс.

И така до крајот на милениумот, властите започнуваат сеопфатна пресметка со членството на оваа секта, прогони, затвори, дислокации, забрани, пропаганда... Зацртаната цел била да се искорени сектата до темел, да не остане ниту трага ниту глас.

Но желбите се едно а реалноста пингвин па така иако бројот на фалунгонговци драматично се намалува до некои 3,5 милиони денес, далеку од некогашните 84 милиони секташи. Во еден период Фалун Гонг имал повеќе членови од КПК што претставувал потресен шок за властите!

Тешко е да се каже колку секташи практицираат обреди во своите домови, настрана од будното око на кинескиот систем за социјален кредит, се шпекулира со цифри од 20 милиони па нагоре, што и не е невозможно.

А сепак. Кога нештото делува сивкасто тоа не е добро. Oваа приказна има потенцијал да доживее црн крај. Кинеските власти, во вечна потрага за трансплантации за членовите на ЦК и за профит на меѓународниот пазар на органи се настрвиле кон членовите на Фалун Гонг како цел на нивното жнеење органи.

Бројките се непоуздани, некаде од 40 до 66.000 лица кои биле харвестирани целосно за органи. Кинезите дури имале специфична иновација, атипично возило со големина на Кампер кое било сосема добро опремено за ектракција на органи!

За оние кои се опираат на власта, постои широк спектар на садизам кој се состои, иако не исклучиво од : тепање, самица, тешка робија, понижувачки пози, терање на робијашите да конзумираат фецес, варење на екстремитетите во врела вода додека кожата не се огули од телото,електрошокови во пределот на гениталиите, силување, ковање на бамбусови игли во ноктите на жртвите, гладување, депривација на сон, немање санитарии, хомосексуалистичко изживување, задушување и мајндгејмс со лажни смртни пресуди за да се скрши психата на жртвата.  

А зошто? Затоа што системот на Фалун Гонг, црпејќи од традиционалните Тао и Конфучијански традиции е закана за самодржците во Пекинг. Единствена политичка конкуренција на мрсната, обесна КПК. Иако се работи за конзервативна секта која е против промискуитет, педери и феминизам, тоа не е доволно за да на оваа структура и биде дозволено да постои. Но, постојат и други видови отпор, понекогаш помалку мирољубиви од претходните.

И така, еднаш во многу години човек може да се најде и како развива извесни симпатии за што? Па да, за секта!

Исчезнатиот Принц

Понекогаш човек се фаќа себеси како размислува за небитни и бизарни теми.

Една таква тема е таа дека постојат луѓе кои го задолжиле светот со своите дела, ја промениле траекторијата на дотогашната перцепција, ги отвориле вратите кон еден сосема нов свет, дотогаш непознат.

Движечките слики познати и како филмови се појавиле релативно доцна по пронаоѓањето на фотографијата во 1822, цели 66 години подоцна. А кој е таткото на филмот?

Не, браќата Лимиер не биле првите кинематографи на светот.

Со должна почит кој Луи и Огист, сепак нивната улога била во популаризирање на новиот медиум на подвижни слики. 

Оној кој тие слики прв ги снимил подвижни, осум години пред браќата, не завршил како значајна историска личност.

Никој не чул за Луи Ле Принс. 

А кој бил Луи?

Не се знае премногу за генијалниот пронаоѓач. 

Скромен и ненаметлив, овој човек бил роден во Мец, Франција, околу средината на 19-от век и уште од раната младост бил фасциниран од новите технологии кои што се појавувале на сцената. Учејќи го фотографскиот занает од легендарниот Луи Дагер, во главата на Ле Принс се појавила помислата "а што ако може да се напарават подвижни фотографии?".

Таа идеја не му давала мир и спокој па така Луи се фатил за работа и во распон од нецели пет години успеал да измисли филмска камера, филмска лента и прожектор за подвижни слики.

Од некоја причина Ле Принс се преселува во Лидс, Англија, каде што во 1888 година се снимени првите филмски кадри во историјата на човештвото. За среќа, некои од овие снимки преживеале до ден денес и може да се видат на видео платформата Јутјуб!

Победоносниот `од на Луи бил веќе зацртан и тој требало само да ја следи патеката на судбината кон успех и среќа.

Но, судбината си поиграла на еден сосема неочекуван начин после кој генијалниот Ле Принс ќе остане заборавен, изигран од случајот, изеден од темнината на заборавот, изгубен во маглата на непостоењето.

Доцно лето 1890-та.

Луи е на пат да го обзнани својот пронајдок пред светската јавност, да го изложи своето дело на светската изложба во Њу Јорк, САД. Остануваат уште некои две недели до тргнувањето кон Америка кои што недели Луи сака да ги искористи за да се види со фамилијата, во случајов со брата си во Дижон, Франција, и така тргнува од Лидс преку Ла Манш па до малото француско градче. Посетата се одвива добро и набрзо доаѓа времето за враќање во Париз. 

Интересно е што Ле Принс ги носел со себе сите нацрти на своите дела заедно со дел од опремата во еден поголем куфер од којшто не се раздвојувал. Зошто ризикувал на ваков начин е нејасно.

И така Луи се качува на возот за Париз и оваа приказна добива сосема нов plot twist. Возот пристигнува на целта, патниците се истоваруваат, но не и Луи. Од него нема ни трага ни глас. Како да пропаднал в земја. Но не само Луи, изчезнува и неговиот багаж заедно со славниот куфер со скици и прототипови. Организирана е голема потрага по должина на патот од Дижон но се` е попусто. После извесно време трагачите мораат да признаат пораз, од Луи нема ни најмал траг, ништо што би укажало дека некаде слегол од возот, дека е киднапиран, дека извршил суицид. Едно големо зјапечко ништо!

Се наметнува прашањето што се случило со големиот Луи Ле Принс? Каде и како завршил со своето постоење на овој свет? Одговор на тоа прашање нема, а веројатно и никогаш нема да има. Изумителот на филмот исчезнал не само физички туку бил избришан од историјата, како никогаш да не постоел. 

Имало многу нагаѓања што се случило со Луи, од најбанални до најфантастични но немањето докази ги прави сите хипотези недокажливи. 

Во 1897, Ле Принс е прогласен за мртов и така веројатната физичка смрт е потврдена со онаа бирократската. Луи оставил зад себе жена и син кои поопусто се обидувале да го одржат споменот на Луи во живот. Иако неколку камери и прожектори останале во рацете на синот, славата и парите во поглед на филмот ќе ги соберат некои други луѓе, не оставајќи ништо за семејството Ле Принс.

Уште една тажна фуснота во оваа приказна е смртта на синот Адолф Ле Принс кој што во Њујорк во 1901 бил убиен од непознат сторител со два истрели во главата. Дали тој настан бил последниот во редицата на многу, организирани со цел да се елиминираат ликот и делото на Ле Принс? Сосема е можно дека Луи стекнал некој мистериозен непријател кој сакал да го спречи иноваторот на патот до признание и богатство.

Некаде на маргините на мрежата постојат сомневања дека позади овие настани се криела моќната рака на Томас Едисон но до ден денес не е пронајден доказ за тој сомнеж.

Она што е сигурно е тоа дека ова е една од оние мистерии кои ќе останат неразрешени дури постои свет и век а Луи Ле Принс ќе остане незапаметено име кое практично не значи ништо во пишаната историја на светот.