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Tag: <span>Democracy</span>
I am an American by choice. I am an Austrian by birth. I have given the privilege to live -and have lived- in countries that give people (still) the right to vote and I am grateful.
Yulia received her special bonus a few days ago. “For the election,” the supervisors stated bluntly. Yulia, in her early 40s, works in the administration of a state energy company.…
Elections will be held next year in countries with a combined population of around two and a half billion. Together, they account for two-thirds of global economic output. Some fateful decisions are pending.
I haven’t answered friends’ emails in a couple of days. My friends are scattered all over the globe, and many of them sent me a note more or less saying the same “Finally, America is coming to its senses.” Their reactions and their messages to me are a form of celebration for the United States, for the country we all remember so well.
A competitor is better than me. I am not sure how it happened, but all of a sudden he attracts the customers and while I am still busy -he is busier.
I don’t like the situation, wish I could do better, but it seems I am at my limit.
What to do? What to do?
Democracy on the line
proud boys on standby
the last attempt to land a coup.
It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…”
“You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”
“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
Voices shouting, protesting, demanding to stop the count, fearing it might not go their way. What country you asked?
Please, don’t! It’s too embarrassing to admit. It does sound a bit like South America, or perhaps Eastern Europe in the 80’s, when most of them were still dancing to the music of Russia.