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Brazil's stock market called Bovespa, did a great jump yesterday, people are still scared with recent facts. It seems that at last, world is able to understand that black is black and blue is blue. Brazil is such a different country, we are socialist, we know that the government father figure will always intervein everytime we have a trouble, why? because we afford this government, daddy will never let you down cause he knows that in the end he will pay the price for having denied help. Brazilian government is acting dully in order to reverse the catastrophes. GM will never break, Ford neither, we are independent, american guys will never come here to work at the assembly line, they would have to live with a miserable salary and see what Brazilian are being put up with everyday, from the crowded buses to the robberies. Brazilians are a little scared, yes indeed, but, nevertheless, we have been through many problems since we were dicovered. We continue consuming but in a wiser way. GM and Ford will only lump to bankruptcy if they insist in providing us rabbish cars as they did. VW's image is quiet damaged, it is funny to see how a company such as VW could loose the market share like that. Recently a friend of mine told me that he would never buy a VW again...why? his two years used passat had the moitor being eaten by rust, yeah, a car that ciost him more than u$ 40.000 was rusting as a dead metal under the sea. Recently, I bought a Focus from Ford, I had a Fox by VW and let me tell you....what a difference, Ford has always been known for the confort and respect and guess what...the saying was right, the respect is present in every detail, thus, my next car will probably be a Ford, so actually, I see people that halted thepurchase of a GM because they were afraid to never find spare parts if their cars broke. People have to understand that people like me don't care too much about the company's situation, what they care about, is if their lives are at stake, if the motor won't burn the aspalt just because it didn't have enough support as it happened recently with Peugeot.
Businessmaen, enterpreneurs, please look, turn your heads to the right side, you dont have to just downsize if you want to survive, when you downsize, you are just postponing your death, look the other way, improve your quality, give respect, show it, mean it or at least, pretend you care.
To the carmakers. You have filled the streets with cars, you have been selling nearly 500 cars a day just in São Paulo, so please, understand that the situation is unbearable, I give you an advice, you could build lanes...that is right, build, buy lanes, Ford Lane, GM lane, Vw Lane, etc... then only the respective car owners would drive on the corresponding lanes. You may pretend, as I said, that you cared, and we pretend to like it.
terça-feira, 25 de novembro de 2008
sexta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2008
Latizy
As a human being, there is nothing that I love more than words, words are meaningless and they mean everything....however, today, I want to share with you one word, a particular word that says everything I feel.... Latizy.
Latizy means so much to me, it is a lebanese word, the most beautiful word; it means "to my bottom" but the meaning has other multifunctional meanings. Latizy is generally used when we are fed up with something, when we want to say that we do not give a shit to something.
Latizy has suffered many changes during the course of human history, this word was used by kings, poors, leprous, and presidents. Latizy demands a long training time, it has to be pronounced, evoked in order to have it evolved. Latizy represents everything, it is the ying and yang, the thesis the anti-thesis, the disease and the cure, the ping and the pong.
This word was herad, for the first time, in Libya, when it was knowns as Latagti, although primitive, it was generally used by the bedouins and nomads. During the trade times this word was a cherishable good, many nomads were killed to reveal the secret of this word but none of them could, the wealth was lying beneath the bags and sacs on the camels. This is when "abou tagtein" (a.k.a the guardian) had his throat nearly chopped at the border of egypt, because he refused to tell the secret of relief to the desert pirates. Abou Tagtein survived but due to the harms he had suffered, he could no longer pronounce this word, and the pain became unbearable, this is when he died of prostate hemoragy, but before that tragic day he wrote a letter in a language that was considered the crossed´s language. At that time only perked people in arabic countries were able to speak latin, the phenicians, I mean the lebanese teachers. As we are talking about north african people we are also speaking about stingy people, U know that don´t like to state taxes. the cheapest translator, a japanese lebanese, Sir Jorge Hato, translator was hired to translate the last word that abou tagtein had written. It took two month for the translator to come to egypt, not that he had wandered in the desert drought, but because he took the oportunity and played rough, one day he wanted to come and the other no, his hair mousse was too dry or too wet, a catastrophe....
Jorge hato was said to be the old old old grandfather of Funcha belly dancer ( we have a club here, in São Paulo, called " via funchal" , it must be the same shit).
The caracters were hard to read, this language was a riddle, this is when the egyptian wise men started to argue with Monsieur Jorge (this is how the lebanese like to be called, when abroad of course, other wise it would be Eir, something like Monsieur in German), but one thing was sure, absolutely sure, it was LATIN, the riddle was too strong. So in order to understand what the hell was that, they copied each caracter as they were and sent it to Spain where Constantine, very busy with all the yaba yaba yala yala of orthodox and catholic and democretins, had a brief interview with the guys from egypt and the other playboy bon vivant. Constantine guaranteed that he would check what the fuck was that, got his pay, he tried to understand the message, quickly he wrote, "this is: LATIN" but as he was writing the last caracters, he fell asleep and miswrote the N for "latiN", so it became LATIZ.... (later he was nemd constantiz, that for the crinme investigation means when you fuck yourself because you aslept sitting). The Egyptians and the Lebanese stuff were sure about something, the story was starting. Latiz had no meaning at the begining, it was a ball in a yard, with no children to play with it, it was soundless, no expression at all.
The portuguese donkeys that carried goods on the back of their owners were in France during Napoleonic times, when they decided to trade their bad smell for a word...the French that were passing through a black plague period accepted this provolene smell that was coming from the guys because it would be nice during canibalism (french eat mostly everything, except their tongues), The portuguese, happy, came running back to Lisbone, carrying the donkeys on their back, again. When Pedro Alvares cabral (the discoverer of Brazil) asked to the king a blessing, the king said just a word: Latiz, this is all I can say, hope you go to a country that leads you to Latiz" maybe the king thought that Latiz stood for something special "luck" (citation needed). When Pedro Alvares cabral discovered Brazil, the drug traffic was held by the monkeys (citation is not needed). Thanks to the richness of Portuguese Language and the razilian Timbalada and this fucking accent to say foreign words with an "E" stressed at the end, such as hot dogEE, HomEE, AviationEE, ... the word Latiz, gained musicality.... LATIZY. Latizy represented the peace and harmony in the jerusalem time where christians, jewish and Islams could live in peace and harmony. latizy was used to greet people, and wish the peace and prosperity.
Torquemada, envied God and this particular word (it is believed that his offspring are the Oasis band musicians, citation needed), he said that Latizy was bad, Latizy should rot in hell. This is when he started to torture everyone. when his victims were asking for mercy, in a rage and blindness surge, he was screamin Latizy (that fuckin spanish envied the donkeys accent, I mean monkeys accent, just because he took part of an NGO), Latizy was now condemned to be a word for mercyless people. this is why nowadays, when our brother Ussama, or sister Ussamaa have problems we just turn our faces and say LATIZY (go to hell). Latizy was doomed to be the most horrible word, the Latzyma bomb on Japan, Latizymic bomb exploded. the 1929 or 1939 (I don´t know) Wall Tiz crityz).... Apolacaliptizy now. Latizy driver that inspired that asshole to shoot reagan, made him a hero, and he came trying to bomb me in Libya....Latizy Reagan, latizy twice.
"As you see, latizy,can be harmful, can destroy, it can traumatizy you forever."
I have a dream, I want a reparation like everyone, I want a reparation for Latizy, I want You to feel Latizy, clçose your eyes and feel yourself Latizy, Latizy is beautiful. Lety´s make our green planet Latizy. If bush said Latizy to bin ladder, he would have heard "latizy" as a comeback. let us make the latizy something nice, take the case of a toilet paper here in Brazil, called ProTiza, belive me, it employs over 1000 employees, maybe it is working because it is Tiza (her ass) and not Tizy (mine), and where is yours (tiztak, tic tac tic tac, as madonna would say).
so I have a point... the feminine Tizy, that is tiza is the solution for everything (as long it is not our wive´s). Let´s go straight to this point, let´s go straight to Latizy.
Latizy means so much to me, it is a lebanese word, the most beautiful word; it means "to my bottom" but the meaning has other multifunctional meanings. Latizy is generally used when we are fed up with something, when we want to say that we do not give a shit to something.
Latizy has suffered many changes during the course of human history, this word was used by kings, poors, leprous, and presidents. Latizy demands a long training time, it has to be pronounced, evoked in order to have it evolved. Latizy represents everything, it is the ying and yang, the thesis the anti-thesis, the disease and the cure, the ping and the pong.
This word was herad, for the first time, in Libya, when it was knowns as Latagti, although primitive, it was generally used by the bedouins and nomads. During the trade times this word was a cherishable good, many nomads were killed to reveal the secret of this word but none of them could, the wealth was lying beneath the bags and sacs on the camels. This is when "abou tagtein" (a.k.a the guardian) had his throat nearly chopped at the border of egypt, because he refused to tell the secret of relief to the desert pirates. Abou Tagtein survived but due to the harms he had suffered, he could no longer pronounce this word, and the pain became unbearable, this is when he died of prostate hemoragy, but before that tragic day he wrote a letter in a language that was considered the crossed´s language. At that time only perked people in arabic countries were able to speak latin, the phenicians, I mean the lebanese teachers. As we are talking about north african people we are also speaking about stingy people, U know that don´t like to state taxes. the cheapest translator, a japanese lebanese, Sir Jorge Hato, translator was hired to translate the last word that abou tagtein had written. It took two month for the translator to come to egypt, not that he had wandered in the desert drought, but because he took the oportunity and played rough, one day he wanted to come and the other no, his hair mousse was too dry or too wet, a catastrophe....
Jorge hato was said to be the old old old grandfather of Funcha belly dancer ( we have a club here, in São Paulo, called " via funchal" , it must be the same shit).
The caracters were hard to read, this language was a riddle, this is when the egyptian wise men started to argue with Monsieur Jorge (this is how the lebanese like to be called, when abroad of course, other wise it would be Eir, something like Monsieur in German), but one thing was sure, absolutely sure, it was LATIN, the riddle was too strong. So in order to understand what the hell was that, they copied each caracter as they were and sent it to Spain where Constantine, very busy with all the yaba yaba yala yala of orthodox and catholic and democretins, had a brief interview with the guys from egypt and the other playboy bon vivant. Constantine guaranteed that he would check what the fuck was that, got his pay, he tried to understand the message, quickly he wrote, "this is: LATIN" but as he was writing the last caracters, he fell asleep and miswrote the N for "latiN", so it became LATIZ.... (later he was nemd constantiz, that for the crinme investigation means when you fuck yourself because you aslept sitting). The Egyptians and the Lebanese stuff were sure about something, the story was starting. Latiz had no meaning at the begining, it was a ball in a yard, with no children to play with it, it was soundless, no expression at all.
The portuguese donkeys that carried goods on the back of their owners were in France during Napoleonic times, when they decided to trade their bad smell for a word...the French that were passing through a black plague period accepted this provolene smell that was coming from the guys because it would be nice during canibalism (french eat mostly everything, except their tongues), The portuguese, happy, came running back to Lisbone, carrying the donkeys on their back, again. When Pedro Alvares cabral (the discoverer of Brazil) asked to the king a blessing, the king said just a word: Latiz, this is all I can say, hope you go to a country that leads you to Latiz" maybe the king thought that Latiz stood for something special "luck" (citation needed). When Pedro Alvares cabral discovered Brazil, the drug traffic was held by the monkeys (citation is not needed). Thanks to the richness of Portuguese Language and the razilian Timbalada and this fucking accent to say foreign words with an "E" stressed at the end, such as hot dogEE, HomEE, AviationEE, ... the word Latiz, gained musicality.... LATIZY. Latizy represented the peace and harmony in the jerusalem time where christians, jewish and Islams could live in peace and harmony. latizy was used to greet people, and wish the peace and prosperity.
Torquemada, envied God and this particular word (it is believed that his offspring are the Oasis band musicians, citation needed), he said that Latizy was bad, Latizy should rot in hell. This is when he started to torture everyone. when his victims were asking for mercy, in a rage and blindness surge, he was screamin Latizy (that fuckin spanish envied the donkeys accent, I mean monkeys accent, just because he took part of an NGO), Latizy was now condemned to be a word for mercyless people. this is why nowadays, when our brother Ussama, or sister Ussamaa have problems we just turn our faces and say LATIZY (go to hell). Latizy was doomed to be the most horrible word, the Latzyma bomb on Japan, Latizymic bomb exploded. the 1929 or 1939 (I don´t know) Wall Tiz crityz).... Apolacaliptizy now. Latizy driver that inspired that asshole to shoot reagan, made him a hero, and he came trying to bomb me in Libya....Latizy Reagan, latizy twice.
"As you see, latizy,can be harmful, can destroy, it can traumatizy you forever."
I have a dream, I want a reparation like everyone, I want a reparation for Latizy, I want You to feel Latizy, clçose your eyes and feel yourself Latizy, Latizy is beautiful. Lety´s make our green planet Latizy. If bush said Latizy to bin ladder, he would have heard "latizy" as a comeback. let us make the latizy something nice, take the case of a toilet paper here in Brazil, called ProTiza, belive me, it employs over 1000 employees, maybe it is working because it is Tiza (her ass) and not Tizy (mine), and where is yours (tiztak, tic tac tic tac, as madonna would say).
so I have a point... the feminine Tizy, that is tiza is the solution for everything (as long it is not our wive´s). Let´s go straight to this point, let´s go straight to Latizy.
domingo, 21 de setembro de 2008
environmantal Hysteria
the other day, I was watching on Youtube a show that I particularly like...Penn and teller, a show that is made for guys like me that always believe that there is something rotten in the kingdom of danemark. The show really spoke about the social hysteria in what concerns the recycling, crazy guys doing this or that thinking they are able to provide a salvation to the problems. and Moreover, today reading on the internet: Osama Bin Laden, poems? what? that guy wrote poems hahahahahahahaha? well Osama my friend, I presume that you are doing your merchandising very well, you know maybe in many years we will have a guy called Haxl uarda (something like axl rose) singing "free bin Laden". Let me tell you something my friend, if you really wanna accelerate your career, be more green, You know, guys like this kind of stuff, next time you explode a place, try to be more green. You know instead of using a car in front of the hotel, use a hybrid car that would not pollute that much and maybe you could also, who knows, use more envoronmental friendly bombs....this world has gone weird, really weird.
and by the way, who will get the intellectual rights money? the victims? where is the social point of that?
and by the way, who will get the intellectual rights money? the victims? where is the social point of that?
quinta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2008
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