Monday, January 23, 2017

chief seattle & severn suzuki - save the nature :-)

well, i have probably watched too many bad and sad stuff about wars and injustice in the world on youtube today ... of course, there is still some hope that people will awake and not fight (imperialistic) wars for some rich gyus profits ... but probably even more impotant is to protect our nature...

chief seattle's speech of 1854 and maybe even more the clearer and easier to understand speech of a 13-years-old canadian girl at the UN climate summit in brazil remembers us that to protect our nature is the essential for survival of the mankind
source: wikipedia

13 years old severn cullis-suzuki in 2008 (taken from my pictures + link library the story of stuff + save the world):


68 years old in 1854:

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there are many versions of chief seattle's speech on the internet, i have found/copied that often suppressed common knowledge from here:


Version 1 (below) appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith. ~ "CHIEF SEATTLE'S 1854 ORATION" - ver . 1

AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE'S TREATY ORATION 1854

  Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume -- good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.

  There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.

  Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.

  Our good father in Washington--for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north--our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward -- the Haidas and Tsimshians -- will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.

  To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors -- the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.


 Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.

   Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.

  It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.

  A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.

  We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.

  Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
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Sunday, January 22, 2017

psychopaths - stratfor think tank & co.

well, i watched the following video from chicago council on global affairs few days ago, but still can't forget it. this budapest born george friedman sounds to me like the warsaw born psychopath zbigniew brzezinski in his book 'the grand chessboard' (well, listen to the clever (but psychopathic) analysis brzezinski's on u.s. (obama administration) & israel conflict against iran). well, the next infamous budapest born george soros speaks somehow different, but his actions lead into the same direction and tend to destroy europe and especially russia & (eastern) europe if you asked me ...
hell, all of them were born in eastern europe and now they serve the american imperialism on its way to destroy the whole world (i do not believe that some 'small' or 'local' war against russia is possible, so in my view the result of such think tank suggested conflict will not be local but fatal for the whole world ...)
george friedman - source: wikipedia

just listen what george friedman from stratfor think tank tells (in 12 minutes) not only about the danger for american global power if russia and germany united, but also about wars & deaths in europe ... 
source: youtube (conference at the chicago council on global affairs in chicago on february 4th, 2015)

well, in the beginning i wanted to name that blog post 'american psychopaths' but you know what? i recognized that if s.o. like me gets such information so easily, then or european 'leaders' / 'elites' will know that american strategy as well and so there is no need to speak about american psychopaths but only about psychopats itself :-)

suggestion: listen better to harvey friedman (in german) than to george friedman :-)
eof

Saturday, January 21, 2017

christlum - AT

what a nice skiing adventure with radio #alpenwelle for 7 euros day ticket in christlum at lake achensee (village achenkirch) today
loooong shadows :-)
the day at christlum is over :-)

few more pictures here.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

domazlice (taus) - CZ

last stop at our poland + czech republic jorney was the south bohemian area around the border city of domazlice (german: taus), where the czechs and the bavarians fought against each other for centuries ...
town square in domazlice)
chotesov monastery (german: chotieschau)
coffee break below the monastery :-)
domazlice (taus)

 
 town hall
 
 
domazlica castle
more pictures here
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Saturday, January 7, 2017

liberec - reichenberg

the destination 6 out of 7 at our new year's journey throgh czech republic, eastern germany + poland was the city of liberec (= reichenberg = rich mountain, maybe because of the former riches of the textile industry located here)
 castle of frydlant (friedland)
liberec / reichenberg:
town hall + cellar restaurant in liberec
watch point liberecka vysina above the city
our designer hotel imperial, really nice funny:
three kings collecting money for caritas :-)
more pictures here
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Friday, January 6, 2017

lodz - poland

next stop at our eastern europe trip was the city of lodz / poland (tourist pictures from former visit here).
 this is a typical view in the suburbs, if you asked me
 outside market
kosciol regnow ~ church in regnow
 apple plantations in trebaczew
 back to lodz, here the lodz-fabryczna train station
 3 kings' day ~ procession on january, 6th
 poor camel at minus 15 degrees celsius, if you asked me ...
 cat cafe ~ heat from outside & inside
more pictures here
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Sunday, January 1, 2017

prebischtor ~ pravcicka brana

our highlight in czech switzerland? the prebischtor gate (pravcicka brana) close to the village of hrensko (herrnskretschen).
the biggest european natural sandstone bridge prebischtor in the the beautiful elbsandsteingebirge (ceske svycarsko)
the starting point for the hiking tour is hrensko at the elbe river (czech: labe)
more pictures here
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