Tag Archive: poverty


The Frog has a Name

British papers as as full of royal baby as ours are of the pope

British papers as as full of royal baby as ours are of the pope

Yes, the poor kid has been lumbered with George, if he ever gets to be king, he’ll be George  VII. Not exactly original, his full monicker George Alexander Louis is a grand pandering to about 100% of Europe’s royalty.

Still looks like a frog. Mothers and grannies think they are beautiful, they are lying.

The Queen is thrilled… nice.

It’s stopped raining. The current shower lasted 24 hours, it stopped about five minutes ago. Still bloody cold. I am in tracksuit pants, two T-shirts (one is long-sleeved) and socks with my flipflops. I slept with two blankets, the second being added shortly after midnight when I woke shivering. Rio de Janeiro is not supposed to be like this. It was so cold last night that the colour drained from my feet AND the TV; I was left watching B&W TV for the evening.

Chromecast

Chromecast

If I showed my dongle to the world, I’d be arrested and called a pervert. But Google can get away with it. Google has shown its dongle to the world. Something to do with cheap television.

Personally I wouldn’t touch it with a barge-pole; it’s another dastardly attempt by google to mine more information about you to sell to advertisers, to direct advertising to all your google apps based on what you watch.

Be assured, Google is not doing this for you. As far as Google is concerned you are just information to sell, you are advertising fodder!

millstone of povertyThe pope has done it!

I thought that this guy had a chance, but he’s blown it. He’s shown to the world that he is as stupid and ill informed as the rest. Warning the world not to legalise drugs, pandering to crime and law enforcement, without even considering the facts.

He says he wants to help the poor, he has just made sure that the millstone of poverty stays firmly fixed around their necks. It is the poor who are hurt most by the illegality of drugs, they are the ones who suffer.

You just have to look at Rio’s situation, where do the drug dealers hang out? The slums! I am sure that Rio is not unique in this scenario.

It’s started to rain again; there goes my chance to get to the supermarket.

Plan B… Don’t go to the supermarket.

I was shocked yesterday. I stopped to speak briefly with a young mother while she was talking to another young mother with a babe in arms. The baby was clearly a thalidomide baby a few months old, its hands extended directly from the shoulders.

thalidomepacketsIt seems that thalidomide has been authorised in Brazil for treating leprosy and while the packaging of the drug warns of birth  defects, the poor don’t have the education to understand the implications.

Just another crime against humanity. Who cares? It was so heartbreaking to see that baby yesterday.

Today is a decreed public holiday in honour of the papal circus, as is tomorrow, and Monday. People jumping through hoops in the rain just to get a glimpse.

I’m off into the wild blog yonder…

Later.

 

 

Too Cold for Bonking

Yes, Lixo is inside tonight, sleeping soundly on my clean clothes. It’s too cold to foray outside in search of love.

Brazil is suffering a mass of polar air over the south of the country that has bought snow to more than 80 cities as far north as Curitiba. Some of these cities haven’t seen snow since the 1940s.

pope1Pope, pope, pope… The news is full of the Pope.

So far the Pope has got lost, red faces everywhere ducking for cover. The popemobile complete with pope got caught in a traffic jam with buses.

The pope has kissed a baby.

Today the pope is resting.

Amusing to note that the political figures in Rio were proud of the money they had personally put up for the big pope party last night. I heard one figure of R$800,000, but it was all for nothing. Pope Francis true to form in renouncing riches, snubbed the party and left after the official bits were over. Leaving the political figures with bloodied noses. When I heard this, I laughed my socks off. Bunch of wankers!

I have now calculated the damages; I lose R$295.50 in wages because of this papal fiasco.

I was asked today by a devout Catholic about my views of the pope, I informed him that I wouldn’t walk across the road to see him. He was shocked beyond belief. I have the same view of any famous personage, politician, president, film star… I’d snub the bloody lot. Far too much bullshit in this world; not enough sharing and caring.

He was even further shocked when I asked him why we are here. His response to worship god was of course predictable. The moment of shock came when I negated his answer and said we are here to provide good compost and mulch for the planet.

An ignoble end, but that’s it; our destiny, regardless of our riches or poverty, is to compost the planet, just the same as the biggest animal, the prettiest flower, or the lowliest worm.

That was the end of the argument, he agreed that I had won the debate. Especially when I made the point that I would get closer to heaven regardless of differences in our piety, because I was fatter than he and therefore able to provide more compost.

I love teasing the devout.

News is about to start; can’t miss more pope, pope, pope…

Later

 

TGIF

Yes, always a happy time of the week.

Normally Fridays are part of my weekend, but I have a lesson today.

After that, it’s beer o’clock.

This is also the end of the month for me. Pay day is Monday and I have made it with cash to spare. That’s always a good sign.

I have been moderately busy this morning, not busy busy, just busy enough not to be bored.

It’s noisy outside. A group of the neighbours and hangers-on have decided to have a BBQ in the park right across from my gate. They’re not the neighbours I associate with, they are far more considerate when it comes to making noise. These guys have got music being played through an amplifier, far too bloody loud. It’s one of the down-sides of living in Brazil. I hate to say it, but they’re part of the poverty, lacking education part of Brazilian life.

A pleasant little interlude. I went out to water the plants and scowl fiercely over the fence. Didn’t make any difference. I mean I really wouldn’t mind if they were playing music, but the crap they have on is not music, it’s the banal nauseating repetitious beat of rap. It’s the absolute pits. I’m not expecting them to play Beethoven, just something that is at least pleasant on the ear and not a neuron wrenching blare.

Well, it has arrived. The time to get desmellified and assume an acceptable appearance. Who knows, somebody might take me for a teacher.

Later.

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