a distant ship smoke on the horizon

Posted in Being the bee, CROSSING THE RIVER, Reipublicae on July 22nd, 2010

cam asa ma aud, ma vad, ma simt zilele astea…oh, well…where has my merry month of May gone?

in schimb, cum se poate ca o babuta la 70 de ani sa stea in trafic, cersind la semafor la 9 am cu un batic negru pe cap si cand afara sunt deja 32 de centigrade?si cum se poate ca niste oameni ca cei angajati de Economist sa zica asa ceva:

“Earlier this year, EU leaders like José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero of Spain said flatly that market pressure on Spanish debt was a conspiracy. “There is an attack under way by speculators against the euro, against tougher financial regulation of the financial system and of the markets,” he claimed. But with market pressures reaching crisis point in May, Mr Zapatero reversed course, announcing civil-service pay cuts and other austerity measures. He unveiled a (modest) plan to ease Spain’s rigid labour laws, which make older workers almost unsackable, leaving young and immigrant workers on temporary contracts to take the pain when Spain’s property-led boom turned to bust. At 40%, youth unemployment in Spain is not just high; it is a moral indictment of an entire system.”

Have the Brits recently become comfortably stupid too, apart from their subsisting quiet desperation?  Is it a moral punishment that the ones who are in their bloom, have power and will to work and are actually able to struggle to find jobs and to keep them should actually do so and by doing so, also support their elders? Or should we call for change of the state pension system whenever we run out of money for parties and trips and concerts? I would say that 40 years means nothing at all and at that time we shall feel on our own skin, we, the 25-50 year old ones, what cruelty and indifference and arrogance and basic injustice is.