jueves, 30 de septiembre de 2010

Fronteras

Si va a disponerse a leer esta entrada, por favor hágalo hasta el final.

Comencemos, ya que soy colombiano, diciendo que nosotros todos somos unos narcoterroristas. También somos consumidores. Somos adictos a la cocaína. Podemos seguir al sur, en donde están los peruanos maleducados o los ecuatorianos revoltosos. O podemos ir a oriente a los perezosos venezolanos. Mejor vamos a el suroriente, a visitar a los promiscuos brasileros. De ahí podemos pasar a la ignorante Bolivia, a la irresponsable Paraguay o a la indiferente Uruguay. Eso sí, no podemos dejar fuera de nuestro recorrido a Argentina, a ver gente prepotente, ni al Chile xenófobo, donde, o nos tratan mal, o simplemente, no nos tratarán.
No, ya lo decidí. Nos vamos para el norte, pasaremos por ese país que debería ser parte de nuestro país. Seguiremos  por Costa Rica, país de gente falsa, para ir a Nicaragua, ladrones que quieren quitarnos parte de nuestro territorio. Ahí pasamos a la desorganizada e impuntual Honduras. Seguimos a Guatemala. Creo que sólo el hecho de que alguien como Ricardo Arjona haya salido de ese país ya nos dice suficiente. Inevitablemente tenemos que ir a Méjico (¿o Mexico? ya no sé) esa pobre gente cuyo único sueño es pasar la frontera norte. Lo cual haremos nosotros. Iremos a Estados Unidos, país sin gentilicio, país de gente estúpida y paranoica. Ya que estamos aquí, podemos ir, al norte a la Canadá de ancianos y homosexuales o a la atrasada Cuba. No, mejor sigamos en este país y vamos a Puerto Rico (¿?). Hay que tener cuidado pues la mayoría de personas allí son pandilleros tatuados. Claro está, no podemos ir allí sin antes pasar por Haití, país de criminales ni por la detestable República Dominicana.
Nah, podemos hablar de todo el mundo si queremos. De los alcohólicos irlandeses, los suizos anarquistas, los españoles ladrones, los sucios franceses, los desorganizados italianos, los alemanes cuadriculados, los ingleses fascistas, los injustos israelíes, los violentos pakistaníes, los japoneses de fetiches extremos, los australianos, que tienen que sobrevivir cada día defendiéndose, además del calor y las enfermedades, de los continuos ataques de tiburones, cocodrilos, escorpiones, serpientes (sobretodo serpientes) mantarayas, etc. Podemos también hablar de los obsesivos rusos,  los chinos, a quienes no les importan los derechos humanos y toda esa pobre gente de el continente africano, cerca de Madagascar, de donde viene Zoboomafoo. Ah, y los graciosos indios, no pueden faltar ellos.

En este momento es donde me he ganado muchos enemigos. En este momento es que debo decir que ninguna de las cosas escritas en los parrafos anteriores son la opinión del autor de este texto (osea yo). Simplemente quise expresar algunas de las nocivas y erroneas generalizaciones que suelen hacerse acerca de países enteros. Esto tiene un efecto negativo sobre el trato que se le da a las personas en países diferentes al de origen. Las fronteras son sólo un motivo más para discriminar a aquellos que son diferentes a nosotros.

Nota: Si su país no fue mencionado aquí, pido mil disculpas. Sientase libre de opinar acerca de su país en la sección de comentarios.

viernes, 19 de febrero de 2010

Is it God, or isn't it?

This morning, I was with my girlfriend waiting for her bus to show up. As she doesn't like having to take the bus but instead, finding some friend with a car who picks her up, she let two buses pass.

The thing with this is that she started "praying". She did not closed her eyes nor knelt. She was there, standing and saying something like: "please, please lord, let someone pick me up". Naturally, I asked: "Do you really believe that if you ask God for that someone will just appear with his car and take you to your work?". Her first answer was quite realistic: "No". "So, why do you ask, then? wouldn't it be missuse of God's name?" I asked.

At that point she started frowning. "I don't know" she replied just to start praying again.

"So, will it work or not?" I asked and her second answer was rather nice although her face showed her discomfort with the topic. "I don't know, maybe" she said. "But how would you recognise it? how would you tell the difference between coincidence and God's help?".

That was the spark. "Because I believe!" she almost yelled. "But how?" I went on "How do you tell? If a brick falls on the head of an atheist and another one on the head of a christian, why is divine punishment the former and God's purpose the latter?"

I almost couldn't finish my sentence when indeed someone appeared in a red car and picked her up (No, I am not saying God listened to her prayers).

How does a Christian, a Jewish or a Muslim that God listened to them asking for his favor? How do they explain that? When something good happens to some siner, why is it labeled as luck (an even worse explanation) but when the same thing happens to a believer there is no doubt of that being a blessing from God that makes justice brings happiness to those who do well.

viernes, 15 de enero de 2010

Pop star

If I was a female pop singer I would definitely sing a cover of ABBA's Angel Eyes with three characters as female. It would catch attention from some lesbians (and bisexuals) as well as men with at least, some bit of imagination for sex scenes. Thus taking her music to almost everyone.



Por favor cantar con esta letra:


Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah
Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah
Ah-ha-ha, keep thinking 'bout her angeleyes
I keep thinking, a-aaah


Last night I was taking a walk along the river
And I saw her together with a young girl
And the look that she gave made me shiver
Cause she always used to look at me that way
And I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say
Ah-ha-ha, it's a game she likes to play


Look into her angeleyes
One look and you're hypnotized
She'll take your heart and you must pay the price
Look into her angeleyes
You'll think you're in paradise
And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
Oh no no no no


Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah
Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah
Ah-ha-ha, keep thinking 'bout her angeleyes
I keep thinking, a-aaah


Sometimes when I'm lonely I sit and think about her
And it hurts to remember all the good times
When I thought I could never live without her
And I wonder does it have to be the same
Every time when I see her, will it bring back the pain?
Ah-ha-ha, how can I forget that name?


Look into her angeleyes
One look and you're hypnotized
She'll take your heart and you must pay the price
Look into her angeleyes
You'll think you're in paradise
And one day you'll find out she wears a disguise
Don't look too deep into her angeleyes
Crazy 'bout her angeleyes
Angeleyes
Once she took my heart and now I pay the price
Look into her angeleyes
You'll think you're in paradise
And one day you'll find out she wears a disguise
Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
Oh no no no no


Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah
Ah-ha-ha, ah-aaaah


Ah-ha-ha, keep thinking, ah-aaaah
Keep thinking 'bout her angeleyes
Ah-ha-ha, keep thinking, ah-aaaah
Keep thinking, I had to pay the price


See? I just changed some words and you are now thinking of some sort of threesome video you watched last week =P.

Keep thinking...

lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

YouTube - U.S. Military Soldiers Are Waking Up!



There is maybe still hope for this world...

domingo, 3 de enero de 2010

Democracy

Democracy is not what its etymology describes anymore. Nowadays, the word refers to a very well organized social system where everyone blindingly think everything is the way it should be while the very rich rule their lives.