Jesus in Black -part 2

“A couple of millenniums ago the world was anxiously waiting for Jesus, The Savior. A couple of weeks ago, USA were expecting anxiously for Barack, The Savior. Poor him!”

That was the way I started six years ago a post named “Jesus in Black” by the time Mr. Barack Obama was elected the first African-American president of the United States. “African-American”, you see? Keep it in mind, please, cause I intend to get back to it. Meanwhile, Earth rotates every day, not only around its own axis but around Sun as well. No wonder why we get back from times to times to the same point where we already have been at some point in our past. Meaning, Obama defeated Hillary Rodham Clinton in 2008, in the domestic run to a place as a Democratic candidate to the presidency of USA, but there she is again, now as a candidate to the presidency itself.

The political regime in USA is something very USA style! Natural enemies of Communism, north-Americans invented a system with `right` and `left` wings too but assuring that `left` has nothing to do with Communism or Socialism. How could it have? Has anybody forgotten the McCarthyism era in USA, by 50’s first half, when communist American citizens were chased just like in Europe witches and political opposers were chased by Holy Inquisition in centuries XII and XIII? Definitely not! Nobody in his perfect mind can forget such pathetic and cruel behavior, no matter if we are talking about McCarthyism, Nazism or Inquisition. If on one hand Americans claim to be a civilized, fair and democratic people, on the other they should never forget stuff like McCarthyism or American Civil War, mainly before they intend to talk about atrocities in other countries…

Speaking of American Civil War, let’s now get back to the designation African-American. At a first sight, African-American means really nothing! What the hell does African-American mean? Means apartheid. Yes, just that, apartheid or, if you prefer, racism at it upmost basic state. Yes, basic like basic were the first men and women in the history of human kind. Yes, basic like “Me white, you not. No-whites are shit. Shit smells. Shit is to be apart”. Being so, African-Americans are people born in USA, under all circumstances and theories are American citizens but a kind of citizens with the bad luck of have been born with a brown colored skin. Just like Obama, the first African-American president of USA but with much less luck…

The designation itself, African-American, is pure racism. And that, Obama was not able to get rid of during his almost eight years of mandate[1]. What will we remember then from his eight years of existence as the most powerful man in the world? Actually, not much. Besides the decision pointing to the Americans troops withdrawal from Iraq in 2011 and the subtil efforts to improve relations with Cuba, Obama will be remembered as a soft African-American president who didn’t much more than just keep the boat sailing in high-seas without much disturbance for the passengers. Said the other way around, he was not able to end or at least easing the old and persistent American racism[2] and he was not able to put an end to the poverty and misery of millions of Americans who the American government doesn’t want “to see” and, even more important, doesn’t want them to be seen[3].

Hilary Clinton may not use the same fallible slogan “Yes, we can!” as Obama did in his presidential campaign but she will for sure use something at the same level of the very racist “Make me the first black president in the history of US” phrase of Obama. She will be and is already using the very sexist “Make me the first female president in the history of US” phrase. Time will tell us if, case she wins, women in USA will better after her than before. Because, black people or, African-Americans, in USA are not better today than they were six years ago, Mr President…

May the gods be with all colors…

  1. Actually his mandate just ends in January 2017.
  2. Easily proved by the events in the last days involving the police and “African-Americans”.
  3. Mainly by the eyes of other countries to whom USA presents itself as a place of total happiness and equal opportunities.

Ain’t Talkin’

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain’t going well

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
I’ll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
They’ll be no mercy for you once you’ve lost

Now I’m all worn down by weepin’
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin’
I’ll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walking through the cities of the plague

The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you’re down

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Eatin’ hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town
Heart burnin’ – still yearnin’
Someday you’ll be glad to have me around

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I’ll make the most of one last extra hour
I’ll avenge my father’s death then I’ll step back

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Hand me down my walkin’ cane
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Got to get you out of my miserable brain

All my loyal and much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that’s been long abandoned
Ain’t no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Thinkin’ ‘bout that gal I left behind

It’s bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire’s gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can’t get heavenly aid?

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Carrying a dead man’s shield
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ with a toothache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I’m not playing, I’m not pretending
I’m not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Walkin’ ever since the other night
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ ‘til I’m clean out of sight

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma’am I beg your pardon
There’s no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
In the last outback, at the world’s end

From Bob Dylan website

Who’s Buying (in) Portugal?

This woman is also one of those female celebrities who gets on a plane and come to shop in Portugal

Yet, this lady comes to buy Portugal itself !!! A financial company today, a communications company tomorrow, a couple of power company pieces after tomorrow… Maybe once in a while and during coffee breaks, just for fun or for relaxing, she might shop a lingerie or a perfume “very special” in any fashion shop in Lisbon but the products she usually comes to buy are not preferably those. No, they aren’t!

Daughter of a president[1] who will only cease when he will die, filthy rich, full of power and influence, married to an African billionaire, this garina[2] given by the name of Isabel dos Santos, if she continues like this, will be almost surely owner of this piece of land where I was born poor like hell and where, who knows, poor like hell will die.

Isabel Dos Santos

Well, case she succeeds getting to be “our owner”, at least a red and black cap with a little yellow star I already have. I may need to take my Real Madrid cap off and replace it with this …

“Naughty” woman she is, isn’t she?

  1. José Eduardo dos Santos, president of Angola.
  2. Portuguese slang for girl.

Shoutbox

From today on, a box in our right sidebar called `Free The Speech`. Free for all. Whatever one’s mind commands when passing by…

SHOUTBOX is, let’s say, the technical name for a box in a website where visitors can freely “shout” up and out anything without any kind of censorship. It’s a kind of a place close to `Heaven & Hell` where visitors may write down anything with no need to say who they are. At all! No real name, or email, or web address. Nothing!

Let’s see how much and long can we handle this 🙂

Three Days, Two Towns, One River

Boats. Power. Speed. Race. Douro. In summer, this year[1] !!

I’m not fan of this kind of races but I’m very much fan of Douro, a river which always has been a relevant part of my reality and my imaginary. The river represents Porto city, its population, its history. Always has, always will…

An event from a small town to a whole world of powerboat racing and beautiful places lovers…

Promotional video for the journey in Portugal (Porto and Vila Nova de Gaia[2]) of the 2015 UIM World Championship.
  1. From July 31st to August 2nd, in river Douro, Porto and Gaia cities.
  2. Nowadays simply called Gaia.

Ladies First

In this season when much is being said about Islamim, and ancestral African traditions, and,… And… And… At least here in the west side of a clearly male-chauvinistic world it’s good to refresh memories, once in a while, as we also have our domestic violence, and gender apartheid,… And… And…

Another International Women’s Day

Je Ne Suis Pas Ton Esclave

Dompe

My Lady Carey’s Dompe is that kind of tune[1] very much able of transporting us to the very old times of kings, knights and m’ladies, castles and jousts between men always greedy for showing and proving their manhood, yesterday just like today.

Curiously, the theme is also presented by some people as a traditional Irish melody, reason for what this very same theme is sometimes named as My Lady Carey’s Dump[2] and has been played by many many “musica antigua” lovers on piano, harpsichord, organ or guitar. I, particularly, like this version presented here below[3]: a single acoustic guitar, a ‘black & white’ scenario and ten fingers doing their job the best they can.

Listen to it and let yourself falling deeply down into inoffensive child’s dreams…

Performed by Yoo Sik Ro (cover).
“My Lady Carey’s Dompe”, an original from anonymous composer.
  1. Composed in 16th century.
  2. ”Dompe” can refer to a dance, a dirge, a lament or ”a melancholic love song”. One source says that the word comes from ”dump” which is Irish for ”lament”.
  3. Performed by Yoo Sik Ro from Korea.

They Don’t Like You Be So Free

Long time no see… Westerns, of course! Far West, Old West or Wild West… Or, most commonly, cowboy movies.

This product of a typical USA culture was, many years ago, one of my favorites. Let’s say that we really can’t escape to normality. Said by other words and generally speaking, each of us trails in our life, more or less, the same ways walked before by the many others who have preceded us. That’s life! At least the life of common mortals. As a common mortal, I watched bunches of cowboy movies and have got very familiar with US country and folk music which, for many years, was also one of my favorite music genders.

Altogether, placing here a mix of Westerns (Pat Garret and Billy the Kid) and folk music (Bob Dylan) is kind of a nostalgia that once in a while crosses my daily existence. Revisiting one’s past is not that much bad! Currently, I’m not patient enough to watch Westerns but I still love Bob Dylan[1]. Or covers of his themes…

May the gods be with you…

by Gillian Welch & David Rawlings (cover)
“Billy”, an original from Bob Dylan for the movie Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
  1. Who can be heard in nRP.