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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Detouring the Twitter Revolution


The current situation in Moldova, the failed Twitter Revolution, still keeps the local front pages. While I was watching angrily and astonished the daily events on different news channels, I couldn’t miss the Romanian detouring of the twitter revolution in two similar directions:

1. An increased wave of right wing and nationalist discourses in connection to the events, evident also in president Basescu’s discourse in front of the parliament yesterday, used in this particular case, for gathering a few votes from old school Romanian nationalists. The reactivation of right wing arguments on Romanianness and territorial expansion based on the Moldavians’ revolt is just sick and disrespectful.
2. Another invalidation of any Marxist or leftist discourse in the region by connecting it to the communist oppressive regime in Moldova. Principles of Prague declaration are seen now as a common sense reaction to the horrible violence in communist Moldova. With these events any type of leftist critique becomes outrageous and should be erased from our talk only if we actually do not agree with the state oppression in Moldova, of course. I was reading on some Romanian blogs, the simple support for any Marxist argument or leftist syndicate is seen as inappropriate in the new conditions created by the Moldavian events.

I am still surprised about the cynicism of all these local conservatives, how they cancel any type of oppression or sufferings of real people, in their offensive struggle to validate their own discourse. I really get the feeling that these characters do not care about people, or they care in a melodramatic way as long as they can be used for personal petty political purposes. And while hundreds of Moldavians are in arrest, beaten and killed by police, they continue their old fashioned rhetoric.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

cleaning the bathroom

Yesterday I had a nasty surgery and after taking a shower I realized that my shower was full of blood, the white tiles on the floor also. During cleaning the long blood lines in a very meticulous way I realized that this is how the scene from Psycho looked like if it was not black and white. And then I realized that this memory becoming so real to the point of embodying it, put on the same level the killer and the victim. What if Norman Bates actually killed his mother and he was impersonating the mother at the same time? How that cleaning of the bathroom would have looked like? Probably like mine

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