Pa kakav smo to narod?

Ovaj blog je trebao da ima sasvim drugaciji naslov, ali sam se u poslednjem trenutku predomislio.

Nije ovo moje tuzno pisanije u vezi sa ubistvom francuskog navijaca i ostalim prebijanjima koja su se desavala poslednjih meseci, vec je u pitanju nesto sasvim deseto.

Pre nekoliko godina neko je zapalio ispred Ateljea 212 figuru, spomenik ili kako god hocete, Zorana Radmilovica.

Ko je to mogao da uradi? Klinci? Budale? Nije bitno. Zaista. 

Koji je to nivo neinformisanosti, huliganstva ili agresije motivisao tu ekipu da uradi nesto tako, nije mi jasno?

Zasto me ovo bas sada pogodilio. Pe eto, pogodilo me. Setao sam se posle jedne divne vecere Zenevom i ona je konstatovala kako je taj deo pored reke fenomenalno osvetljen i prelep. 

Tako je izgledao i nas Zoki ispred Ateljea. Lep i u svom elementu. Zapalili su ga. Naseg Zokija.

Ovaj blog je trebao da ima naslov "Blog za .....(tu sam hteo da nabrojim imena svih blogera koji vec mesecima pokusavaju da nacrtaju da "nije kod nas sve tako strasno i da se takve stvari desavaju svuda u svetu"). Jako pametni i obrazovani ljudi, bez zajebancije.

Ma necu dalje ... Ne mogu ...Neka ide sve u picku materinu.

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

ps. Obama je strasan dasa i zasluzuje Nobelovu nagradu.

Nije rano. Bitno je u sta verujes. Posle je kasno.