The true democracy?

When it comes to elections, and democracy, U.S. likes to pose as a flag carrier, showing and screaming left and right that they are by far the leading expert.
Well, it really isn't. While having only 2 parties and thus candidates upsets some of you, it doesn't upset me. In the end they are politicians and having only 2 choices means that you have less options for choosing bad. The problem that I have with the U.S. election system is that in no way they actually take notice of the majority's vote. And here is why: especially if you're not familiar with their system.
In U.S. you become president based on electoral votes. This is a number assigned to each state and furthermore divided in the state's districts. To win you need to gather 270 of these "points".Now: states as Alaska, D.C., Delaware,both Carolinas and few others have only 3 votes. While California has 55.So if someone is elected in California, the opposing runner can win the 5 mentioned above, plus Montana, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas, and Washington, and the first candidate will still win. So that is 1 state casting other 12 into nothingness.And so,a person can become president in the U.S. winning in about 20-25% of the states. I know what you're thinking. some states have more people, such as New York having way more than Oregon for example.Yes, it is true, but what happens if not all go to vote. Well, if we take the example from above of California vs the 12, California can have 1 person voting in each district while all the other states have a 100% poll presence. California will still win.
A poorly designed structure, that the citizen have embraced and lived with for years and years. They do not question the application and implication and so they silently vote not for a president but for their vote to mean nothing. The whole charade and drum chorus is for nothing else than bathing the population's brain into muddy politic schemes. So when it comes to elections, I dare to say that even the current U.S. arch-enemy, Iran, is more democratic.

Again

Missed me? Most likely not.
Ages might have passed and with them my silence passed as my true word. Found to be in a place where what I have to say seems obnoxious or redundant I came to consider that silence is golden. In all, a great man knows when to talk, the greatest knows when to be silent. By no means am I the greatest man to ever live but surely that doesn't limit me in following a good teaching.
So what have I been doing? Struggling mostly as my mind fatigues me and grants me sleepless nights or days. Melting into each other, hours pass making no sense or gestures, nothing but the annoying repetitive sound of the clock hanging on the wall. Gazing in objects without reflection, feeling the depths of every inanimate object that crosses my path, I see myself not different from them. From a safe distance I observe the world speeding up past me, the people, the nature, in an uncontrolled frenzy. And as usual, my essence doesn't feel the peace. This place tires me, displaced and sickened I turn page after page. Reading this book called life seems more like a 2 page leaflet found in any puny office. With a smile on one side and the price list on the other.
So here I am again, talking to you, while you legitimately wonder if this post is really something that should "break" the silence. Don't wonder. It isn't. But then again, I'll have enough time to be wordless when I'll be breathless too. So until next time, pray to whomever or whatever you believe in, lobbying that my "next time" will not be as poorly designed as this.

Slumber

I rise between words and dreams,so hard to unwrap and so deep to swim in, that only the night gives me enough peace. Looking at a blank page I find nothing to fill it with, as if my life as a whole collapsed into itself. Defying a purpose that so distant away shimmers I turn my head to watch you sleep. Dreaming things that I was banished from, living in those tenebrous depths that I once belonged to. And I know, in my encumbered heart that I am lost. Lost in a labyrinth that enjoys holding me captive; nothing but a rat smashing it's head in the maze's walls. But as the night guards me, and always being my most devoted confidant I know that now, despite my stray, I am not completely beyond redemption. My salvation, the stake that keeps me grounded in these misty times of my ridiculous existence, is you.
So in my twisted devotion, all my debt can be paid like this. Watching over your restless sleep, as the blank page keeps staring at me.

nEUROzone

The whole world is eye-balling Europe for the continuous stream of emerging problems. And shouts from every corner predict the impending doom of what we once knew as the European Union.
The image will start getting clear in June, when Greece will vote if they want to remain in the EU or not. Spain, Portugal, Ireland and lately Italy are putting requests for money on the European Central Bank's desk, money that believe or not comes in high part from Germany's central bank. In this WWII seeming scenario where the Europe starts owing Germany their existence, the runt of E.U. Romania,the one always taking punches in the mouth for being and saying stupid things, cleverly postponed the adoption of Euro as a national currency until 2019. Year in which if we don't grab tightly the reins now, there will be nothing to adopt.
To be cruel and unfair I can blame all this jitter on Germany who proves again to be too efficient for the good of the others.
All in all, this year is filled with elections all over Europe and such be aware of all the crap served on a daily basis by politicians. They rarely have any decency left and after the lines are drawn, it matters not who won and who lost. Because it is simple to see that politicians never actually lose.  

The mist

I believe in nothing else but me as I feel that slowly I have become something I never would have guessed or expected. People hate me for not being able to see through me. Trees hate me for burdening their branches. Every living creature found something to hate about what I developed into. My body is nothing but an ethereal form, taken away,taken from place to place by the mocking wind. I am cold and alone, dispersed through the streets, the skies, shadowing the lamp-posts and the moon.
Looking around I can see nothing else. Not even me. Without thinking that I don't even remember how I look like. Again bound to nothing, no one and no will, deserted as the arid wastelands I grow impatient. For I seek only my rest. A place, or an idea in which I can reside now, and long after I cease to unveil restless thoughts.
Moments keep running in front of my eyes, filled with people, places, changing scenarios. Everything moves but me. Since I have grown so powerless and dependent, that my hatred has finally stoned me. I guess I deserve my fate and what I am to be. But as long as I still exist in a way or another, I will never stop my desire, my hope of being condensed, being an unique something. Or at least that my existence will end.

Romanian stupidity v 3.0

So many days have passed by and the situation here is no more clear than what it was when it began. I'm talking about the protests in Romania. They started on the premises of the new bill of health and degenerated, in a manner typical to our country in riots and side tracks having nothing to do with the cause. And those few that actually had something to say about the new bill, were in an overwhelming majority clueless of what the bill actually standed for. Born with ignorance and continued life in developing this ignorance.
We had so, fights with the law forces. Before that, the poor bastards kept in cold to supervise the manifestations were accused of being politicaly involved because they didn't smacked the violent rioters. When they started beating the crap out of them and loading them under arrest in their vans, the vast majority or plainly said retarded people yelled with all their power that the police is corrupted again, having a comunism alike behaviour and so on. You had no way out to avoid being a target of the language injuries. Banks, cars, shops, even small family ones that X and Y opened to support their family got destroyed by the scum of the earth "protestators" that had nothing to do there,and no other aim but creating havoc. And then you're, to quote Godsmack, "crying like a bitch" when you get picked up by police? And make no mistake, no one would have been there if they would have had to work at night, in cold.
All in all, we prove once again, to us and to an entire world that we are nothing but the lowlife of the European zone, with not much to set us apart from the vandal undeveloped tribes. No respect, no process of thought. And so, we deserve our fate entirely. We deserve to be treated like second hand meat by our government and everyone else. The target of mockery that we painted ourselves on eachother's back.
There is such thing as retaliation, and ignorant myself, I laughed at the Holland tulips event some weeks ago. For those of you that don't know what I'm talking about, Holland voted against the fusion of Romania to the Schengen economic space. Days later, trucks with tulips coming from Holland to be sold, for dutch companies profit of course, in Romania, were held on standby at the border, having their right to enter Romanian territory denied. The reason was,that those flowers had a sort of health danger to the humans. But we all know what was about. And spending the days with freshly cut flowers in some parking lot, is not good for business. At that point, even wrong, we showed everyone that we are not the punching bag. I felt in a way proud of the stand we took. Just to be all washed away by the current activities of "democratic protest" we engaged in. I feel disappointed. I feel ashamed of being a part of this.