Summary : Volakedisy, when I was still a biznismen, you and me were friends. Maybe ALL of us can one day be friends (again) ? Preco nie. Takze... inac sorry, nemam tu mäkcene, nuz ale ved my sme si vzdy vela odpustili Dunno if my old blog is still accessible through this one - hopefully it is. Back in 2009 I published a relatively popular blog post called Saturday is Voting Day. I was encouraging people to vote in the EP elections. My uncle Peter was part of the SDKU gangbang but I voted Green. When you vote Green, in Slovakia, in EP elections, that means you're on the way out. Leaving. Never to come back. I would never in a million years vote again (not in Slovakia, certainly not in the joke known as Canada, not in E anything - and I'm a graduate of the College of Europe *). As a matter of fact in Berlin I did vote, in local elections to protect Tempelhofer Feld (the airport Americans gave back to Berlin around 2008, when it made no more sense for them to have that airport) from developers. * The College offers master's degrees for people who plan on working in EU affairs. It's a so-called prestigious school that is tough to get into, Condoleeza Rice has a doctorate in Soviet Studies. I feel a little bit like her. Not that I'm a war pig, but I feel like a person with a joke degree. Anyway. Times have changed. But not in the beautiful land known as the Slovak Republic. Fathered by Vlado Meciar, husbanded by Alojz Lorenc and happily sheeped by most people, particularly the good old BA smotanka. The slusny people. Hey it's ok. Money is a good thing to love. It doesn't talk back and does exactly as it's told. A little like Slovak culture : nobody kisses up and kicks down like us. We have no competition (ok, maybe Polish people have perfected the art of life on the knees better than we in Slovakia have). Tom Waits was once asked why after the success of Closing Time he didn't keep going in that direction, and he said he didn't want to be the poor guy crying into his beer. Well, crying into beer is something we poor Ostblock people care for. Show up with money (and it does not matter where you come from) and we'll do anything. Check out Phil Ochs' song Love Me I'm A Liberal. Good. For now I'm done. I'm a little unhappy because Slovak dirty money has shown up in my house, lent my mother 400 000 Canadian (no interest), even though the lender has about 50 bucks to his name. And my old man, Marian Stastny, is getting super fucked over. The full fuck-over. For the, like, 3rd time in his life.
