An explanation in a clip for the news readers, from Egypt and somewhere else, previous episodes !
Une explication en vidéo pour les nouveaux lecteurs d’Égypte et d'ailleurs, épisodes précédents !
7/12/11, justice est enfin rendue, pour l'épisode final*. Almost two years later, justice is made for the final episode !
[* Avant-dernier car in extremis, il y eut appel!]
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Analyse politique du pouvoir machiste, droite et gauche confondues, -l'affaire commence avec la droite puis continue exactement à l'identique avec la gauche- cependant élue pour assainir la gestion "aléatoire" de la droite! [Souvent, homme politique varie et bien fol est qui s'y fie.] Politic analysis of machist power, "right" and "left" together! -the case begins with the "right" and continues exactly in the same way.. with the "left"- yet elected to clean up the "randomized" management of the "right" who had sadly ruled the village during more than 60 years! [Often, politicians vary and trust in them is folly.]
A partir de la corrida (Essai sur l'expérience de la mort", Paul-Louis Landsberg, lien) une fable
"Le toro qui se bat contre le cheval ne sait pas qu'il n'est qu'un jouet pour l'homme à paillettes s'agitant devant lui avec ce foulard rouge qui se dérobe et l'aveugle. Il fonce sur la muleta sans voir que celui qui le blesse, qui le manipule, cachant son épée sous la hampe, c'est l'homme. Puis il comprend. Le jeu est truqué, c'est ce pantin virevoltant devant lui pour faire le beau qui le meurtrit et non le foulard ou le cheval qu'il martyrise. C'est sur lui qu'il faut charger. Il est puissant, il n'en fera qu'une bouchée. C'est à ce moment précis qu'il est tué" (lien). Le toro, c'est nous et la politique, un art de matador. According to Landsberg, the bull'fight against man is exactly like the live of human in society which is like a bullring; theydon't fight against their real torturer but against a scarf that they shakes in front of them like the matador in front on the powerfull animal for joke. When it understand that it don't have to rush against the scarf but against the man, it is killed. So does the poors who d'ont realize their strenght and make a mistake about ennemies, manipulated by their exploiters aginst them they did't dare to rebel. So did some men about women.
La politique, un art de matador...
où il arrive qu'on perde des... mettons "plumes" ! Question: ce beau gentleman pourra-t-il encore participer efficacement à la biodiversité de l'espèce?
Politic, an art of a matador, where it happens
that one lose.. euh.. we can say.. some.. "feathers" ..
Question : will this handsome gentleman still be able to participate efficiently at the specie biodiversity? ____________________________________
Humour involontaire de "Google"
The unintentional humor of "google"
"Google" est parfois impayable : lorsqu'on tape "ambruèis" dans la barre de recherche, on vous demande benoîtement "essayez avec une autre orthographe" et on vous suggère carrément... "abruti" ! Non mais !
Sometimes google is hilarious : when you write "ambruèis" (which means “Ambroix” in Occitan) in the search bar, you kindly are asked "try another orthography" and outright suggested.. "asshole" ! No but!
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L'affaire en deux poèmes, (bilingue)
Femmes et pou voir (lien)
UNE FEMME CONTRE LA MAIRIE DE SON
VILLAGE ET UNE VICTOIRE ENFIN
ou "Nul n'est méchant volontairement"*
VILLAGE ET UNE VICTOIRE ENFIN
ou "Nul n'est méchant volontairement"*
"Pot de terre contre pot de fer jamais ne vainc",
Fatalisme pervers, misérable refrain
De résignés.. et d'affairistes charitables !
Mais il advint pourtant qu’en improbable
Combat, le pot de terre, le pot de fer
Brisât ! à-valoir pour ses innombrables confrères
Et consœurs, transparentes et solitaires.
Femmes, vieux, hors-cour, accidentés,
N’osant dire, lire et à peine penser
Ainsi tirés en meute à courre,
Dans la continuité tranquille
D’un machisme obstiné et puéril,
Dont, erreurs de parcours,
Lors de tirs un peu osés,
Lors de tirs un peu osés,
[Contre minimes, inutile d’ajuster]
La quille a visé la balle !
Mais la politique est un art transversal
Où des caciques s’étrillent par quidams interposés,
Parfois des quilles promues boules -ou plutôt boulettes!-
Qui, dès sorties de la passe, guillerettes,
A la curée accourues, torpillent,
Joyeuses, le remorqueur qui les en a tractées...
Joyeuses, le remorqueur qui les en a tractées...
Quand des Rastignac de pacotille
Pour les cuire tous chauffent le four !
Victoire certes, mais la bête aux abois qui fait front,
[Trois fois !] chargeant droit, écrase les gourds
Un à un, quand les scénaristes du feuilleton,
Hors piste et de toutes manières vainqueurs, jubilent :
Spectacle ! [une contre cinq ! et vingt suivistes infantiles,
Matous au griffoir pour un gardon ou couards volubiles,
Révolutionnaires de trottoir pour années bissextiles]..
Divertissant, profitable. Mellifère ! comme un train, un édile
Peut en cacher un autre.. ou plusieurs en file,
Par l'odeur dupouvoir sang alléchés,
Goupils de tout poil au compte de leurs billes
-Ou de leur billets.-
Divertissant, profitable. Mellifère ! comme un train, un édile
Peut en cacher un autre.. ou plusieurs en file,
Par l'odeur du
Goupils de tout poil au compte de leurs billes
-Ou de leur billets.-
Et merci aux deux cent courageux signataires, valeureux
Supinateurs d’un village de verre au surnom désastreux**.
Hélène Larrivé
* On peut aussi dire: "le "méchant" est quelqu'un qui est trompé -ou qui se trompe-" (Platon, "Le Protagoras")
** "Saintes Embrouilles".
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A woman against the town hall of her village
and a victory for all women
[Or "No one is voluntarily wicked*"]
[Or "No one is voluntarily wicked*"]
"Glass jar against iron one never wins",
Perverse fatalism, miserable tune
For poor crushed .. from mercifull businessmen !
Comfortable, useful.
But sometimes it happens that in an unlikely fight
The glass jar, the iron one breaks !
An example for his countless brothers and sisters
Transparent, excluded, lonely -as they mistakenly believe-.
Women, old, outcaste, injured,
Those whom society has left on the road side,
Thrown down into the ditch where they were sent,
No daring to speak, read and barely to think,
So hunted in pack’s to run,
In the quiet continuity
Of an obstinate and childish machism.
Perverse fatalism, miserable tune
For poor crushed .. from mercifull businessmen !
Comfortable, useful.
But sometimes it happens that in an unlikely fight
The glass jar, the iron one breaks !
An example for his countless brothers and sisters
Transparent, excluded, lonely -as they mistakenly believe-.
Women, old, outcaste, injured,
Those whom society has left on the road side,
Thrown down into the ditch where they were sent,
No daring to speak, read and barely to think,
So hunted in pack’s to run,
In the quiet continuity
Of an obstinate and childish machism.
And here it hapens, by a shooting’s error,
.. -A bit daring shoot !
Against so little taken, no need to adjust-,
That skittles shooted the ball !
But politic is an transverse art
Where rivals devour each others by fellows interposed,
Sometimes skittles promoted balls ! –cheap ones-
Who, as soon as they escape out of the pass,
Run up for the quarry,
Sink -or try to- the tug which drew them before !
When some small-scale "Rastignac"
For cook all of them are warming the stove!
Victory indeed, but the bull at the barks
.. -A bit daring shoot !
Against so little taken, no need to adjust-,
That skittles shooted the ball !
But politic is an transverse art
Where rivals devour each others by fellows interposed,
Sometimes skittles promoted balls ! –cheap ones-
Who, as soon as they escape out of the pass,
Run up for the quarry,
Sink -or try to- the tug which drew them before !
When some small-scale "Rastignac"
For cook all of them are warming the stove!
Victory indeed, but the bull at the barks
Who turns over and rushes
[Tree times!] goes right, crushing the poor thicks,
In front of her, one after one..
[Tree times!] goes right, crushing the poor thicks,
In front of her, one after one..
When the authors of the scenario,
Well stashed far from the arena, in anyway vinners! exult.
Theater : one against five and twenty servants following,
Tomcats giving a little scratch for a fish, talkative cowards,
Revolutionaries of pavement for bisextiles years..
Entertaining and useful play ! As a train, a politic man
Can hides not an other one but a lot in single file
By the smell of the cheese -or of blood- attracted,
Foxes of all kinds at the count of their marbles,
Or of their dividends. Cruel storie,
Not only for the deer became bull
But even more for the hunters
Became deer..
Another collateral damage, a social one, the worst :
In these comrades kinds of fight, nobody wins or looses
But everybody looses [here, what it's calling "left" !]
A shame for the all ; bitter victory, as a Phyrrus one.
But women's victory indeed.
And thank's for the two hundred signatories of the petition, brave
Supinators of a glass village with disastrous nickname.**
*We can also say "the nasty is someone who is mistaken."
** "St muddles"
HLWell stashed far from the arena, in anyway vinners! exult.
Theater : one against five and twenty servants following,
Tomcats giving a little scratch for a fish, talkative cowards,
Revolutionaries of pavement for bisextiles years..
Entertaining and useful play ! As a train, a politic man
Can hides not an other one but a lot in single file
By the smell of the cheese -or of blood- attracted,
Foxes of all kinds at the count of their marbles,
Or of their dividends. Cruel storie,
Not only for the deer became bull
But even more for the hunters
Became deer..
Another collateral damage, a social one, the worst :
In these comrades kinds of fight, nobody wins or looses
But everybody looses [here, what it's calling "left" !]
A shame for the all ; bitter victory, as a Phyrrus one.
But women's victory indeed.
And thank's for the two hundred signatories of the petition, brave
Supinators of a glass village with disastrous nickname.**
*We can also say "the nasty is someone who is mistaken."
** "St muddles"
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In english now, for the visitors from Aliaa's blog !
A dramatic and funny novel from an Cévenol village about an other kind of gender harassment. And another, and lot of others! fights against sexism, farcial here.
Because all fights against sexism, not so hard as in Egypt, in "free said" countries, sometimes underground, harass the women's existence from day to day and can throw them into an abyss -depression and even suicide-, here is an other one, in a sense a comic one, of a woman single against the city hall of her village. A woman whose a small established promoter -in this case, the mayor's father- have mistakenly demolished her house [he was condemned to reconstruct it at his own expenses].. a woman who, soon after, was charged for 4000 E. for a water consumption -an olympic swiming-pool for two months!-.. in the house in which she never coud live… because it was in danger to collapse. Her salary was partially seized and her accounts so. Farcial, but it is not a joke ! 6 days in two times of hunger strike in vain or almost, she had to assign the town hall in justice. And to day, after one and a half year, the justice sentences him to pay off to her the not due sums taken from her account. A victory, certainly, but during two years, she was reduced to a total poverty until having difficulty in feeding. And it is the inhabitants of the village, the taxpayers who have to pay trial and outlays. This video with splendid music (in french but easy to understand) shows it well. This woman, it is me (link).
A true novel from Cévennes (link) in the south of France, cf map, between “Jean Giono” and “Kafka” ! a village where rages giant intellectual poverty, rough, nevertheless my village wich I like ! where sexism, harassment (in my case and lot of others, financial)… with an happy end. A very hard victory. I lost some money, lot of energy and sometimes, during crises of depression, trust in me. (Video on the first link.) Now it is over, I hope. Under the sun which shines every day, the beauty of nature (link) and the kindness of people [superficial because they often are frightened by the powerfull men's establishment]... the reality is sexist brutality -soft- for example the harassment which I suffered during more than 4 years, not sexual but of gender. Sometimes, I did not dare to open my mail box (not email). A woman is not treated as a man, she seems to be an easy target, especially if she is "alone", I mean without husband, neither brothers nor sisters, and intellectual militant, not conformist too. On one side, men, developers of little weight but which behave as princes or feudal lords, politics one, richs sometimes, and their court … and against them, in this case, one woman (and 200 braves signatories of a petition, what is enormous in this lost little town of 3500 persons only.) This woman, it is me. A detail, I am 63 years old and I lived during all this time with less than 700 €/month, so very scantily, because of important taxes (I have an house and land large enough from my family but I can't eat stones and trees!) what is very good in the end (I feel better) and now, because of this not completely tragic situation (in my case) I suffered, that of women, poors, illiterates, gypsies, excluded.. those whom society has thrown into the hole and left along the road in the ditch, I understand better how people can feel powerless, anihilate and for that, too weak to be able to rebel and fight. I'll never forget. I fed on nature, plants, pickings, as much as possible (link) and to day I like this way of life, ecological, that respects nature.. and I intend to continue! A misfortune can become a fortune. Now, may be, women, here, vill dare to raise a little the head. An example, yes, and a good one.
