For sure not the good old fairy tale, but a new \nshort story with a similar content.
2009-09-22 22:51:13
The little three piggies
There \nwere once three little pigs and they were all siblings, two brothers and one \nsister, to be exact. They lived in a faraway land called America, more \nprecisely, because we want to be precisely just yet, the United States of \nAmerica. Their names were Jorge, Louise and Borges, because their parents had a \nstrange taste when it comes to naming.
They were all well educated and \nwell trained as they left their home, the house of her parents. Her parents had \nlovingly cared for them constantly.
All three had accepted jobs in the \nfood industry.
The first pig, Jorge, was a farmer in the Midwest and \nbuilt on corn, bred chickens and cattle.
His farm was large and he was lord \nof many acres of land, chickens and cattle. As far as he was the Lord. To \ndevelop and acquire these things, he had to work hard from morning till night. \nHe also had to make debt with the banks. So he really did not own a single yard \nof his farm. The next harvest and the yield from the chicken coops and the \ncattle were already mortgaged to the banks. He was thin and gaunt, and yet at \nthe end of the day, happy and satisfied. He found that he had made it good in \nlife. So he lived from hand to mouth.
The next Pig, Louise, was not as \nenterprising as her two brothers. She sold the finished products made from the \nanimals and the corn, which many farmers and peasants, like her brother Jorge, \ncultivated and fostered. Sticky baps, chicken nuggets and that ground beef, \nwhich remained after the slaughter of the cattle. It's why she had taken a \nsimple job in fast food, had married and had children. She called a small house \nwith a pretty garden, just like their parents had, her own. You guessed it, of \ncourse, the house was not her property. Not quite, because her children were \neating her hair from her head, bur she managed to pay off the mortgages for the \nbank always yet. But soon the children would leave the house and the house would \nbelong to her. Her days were exhausting and full of love. Mostly she was happy \nor satisfied. At the end of each day, she found that she had taken it quite well \nin life. She was rather well than ill.*
* This part of the story was \nactually filmed in real terms even for television and I'm sure many of you know \nabout. It is the TV series "Rosanne." Names and events have been changed to \nprotect real live people, pigs and telling.
The last pig, however, called \nBorges, who had never learned anything real. He lived from one day to another \nand also invested other people's money on the food market. Thus he made a lot \nof money. He called a sports car, a villa with swimming pool, a big, fat bank \naccount and various corporate interests his own. And as far as one could believe \nthe banks, it all belonged to him and he was also debt free. He was divorced, \nlived in sin, had many children, but he paid no child support. And of course, \nanyone can imagine already, he found that he earned too little, owned far too \nlittle and all the others were just scroungers. Especially his family. He was \nfat, fat, round and lazy as sin and at the end of the day, it would have been \nbetter for the world, he would have died of a prompt heart attack, because of \ncourse he was also a republican.
When his mother was hit by a sports car \nbecause it was he who had driven it drunken. Of course, he hit and run and was \nnot caught by the police. He refused to participate in the hospital costs. His \nbrother, Jorge, however, pledged his shirt off, his sister, Louise took her \nelderly father to her household while her mother was in hospital. He, Borges, \nspeculated with an enormous amount of money to falling prices for chickens, \nsides of beef and grain, making the prices fell. He became even richer, fatter \nand more intolerable. Formal he owned now not only one new foreign sports car, \nhe owned two of them, an SUV and a Rolls Royce.
He mocked his brother Jorge \nvehement, because Jorge had to leave house and farm. It was Borges who cut off \nthe bank credit lines.
His sister got her brother Jorge into her house. \nShe opened her house even for her old father and her mother, who did not \nrecover. She did not leave the bedside of her sick mother, when she was not \nworking in fast food. Her husband and her brother took any job they could get. \nNow they have been turned over every penny twice. But all this did not \nhelp.
Her brother speculated on the housing market. He lent money to poor \npigs, of which he already knew that they could afford a loan under any \ncircumstances. Then he sold them a house to double, triple the market value. He \nfelt even as a benefactor.
Of the money that he earned with such a dubious \nspeculation, he bought a fast-food business. Shortly thereafter, the bubble was \nbursting, but Borges had already brought his sheep into the dry ones. Because of \nthe following economic crisis, he sacked half the staff, including his sister, \nLouise. The other half he paid only half the salary for the duplication of \nwork.
The Bank distrained Louise's house because she could no longer pay off \nher mortgages, and auctioned it. She and her family found themselves back on the \nroad. They had homeless sleeping in parks and under bridges. That is why they \nbecame ill with the swine flu.
Borges kindly offered them help. But again he \nhad nothing better to do than to peddle his siblings and his parents for a \nnominal price to the nearest butcher. He lived long and unhappy, and if he is \nnot dead, he plans for sure the next mess.
And the moral of the \nstory:
Go on a public health insurance for love and glory?
Iraq has \nWeapons of Mass Destruction?
Not every pig is a pig?
There \nwere once three little pigs and they were all siblings, two brothers and one \nsister, to be exact. They lived in a faraway land called America, more \nprecisely, because we want to be precisely just yet, the United States of \nAmerica. Their names were Jorge, Louise and Borges, because their parents had a \nstrange taste when it comes to naming.
They were all well educated and \nwell trained as they left their home, the house of her parents. Her parents had \nlovingly cared for them constantly.
All three had accepted jobs in the \nfood industry.
The first pig, Jorge, was a farmer in the Midwest and \nbuilt on corn, bred chickens and cattle.
His farm was large and he was lord \nof many acres of land, chickens and cattle. As far as he was the Lord. To \ndevelop and acquire these things, he had to work hard from morning till night. \nHe also had to make debt with the banks. So he really did not own a single yard \nof his farm. The next harvest and the yield from the chicken coops and the \ncattle were already mortgaged to the banks. He was thin and gaunt, and yet at \nthe end of the day, happy and satisfied. He found that he had made it good in \nlife. So he lived from hand to mouth.
The next Pig, Louise, was not as \nenterprising as her two brothers. She sold the finished products made from the \nanimals and the corn, which many farmers and peasants, like her brother Jorge, \ncultivated and fostered. Sticky baps, chicken nuggets and that ground beef, \nwhich remained after the slaughter of the cattle. It's why she had taken a \nsimple job in fast food, had married and had children. She called a small house \nwith a pretty garden, just like their parents had, her own. You guessed it, of \ncourse, the house was not her property. Not quite, because her children were \neating her hair from her head, bur she managed to pay off the mortgages for the \nbank always yet. But soon the children would leave the house and the house would \nbelong to her. Her days were exhausting and full of love. Mostly she was happy \nor satisfied. At the end of each day, she found that she had taken it quite well \nin life. She was rather well than ill.*
* This part of the story was \nactually filmed in real terms even for television and I'm sure many of you know \nabout. It is the TV series "Rosanne." Names and events have been changed to \nprotect real live people, pigs and telling.
The last pig, however, called \nBorges, who had never learned anything real. He lived from one day to another \nand also invested other people's money on the food market. Thus he made a lot \nof money. He called a sports car, a villa with swimming pool, a big, fat bank \naccount and various corporate interests his own. And as far as one could believe \nthe banks, it all belonged to him and he was also debt free. He was divorced, \nlived in sin, had many children, but he paid no child support. And of course, \nanyone can imagine already, he found that he earned too little, owned far too \nlittle and all the others were just scroungers. Especially his family. He was \nfat, fat, round and lazy as sin and at the end of the day, it would have been \nbetter for the world, he would have died of a prompt heart attack, because of \ncourse he was also a republican.
When his mother was hit by a sports car \nbecause it was he who had driven it drunken. Of course, he hit and run and was \nnot caught by the police. He refused to participate in the hospital costs. His \nbrother, Jorge, however, pledged his shirt off, his sister, Louise took her \nelderly father to her household while her mother was in hospital. He, Borges, \nspeculated with an enormous amount of money to falling prices for chickens, \nsides of beef and grain, making the prices fell. He became even richer, fatter \nand more intolerable. Formal he owned now not only one new foreign sports car, \nhe owned two of them, an SUV and a Rolls Royce.
He mocked his brother Jorge \nvehement, because Jorge had to leave house and farm. It was Borges who cut off \nthe bank credit lines.
His sister got her brother Jorge into her house. \nShe opened her house even for her old father and her mother, who did not \nrecover. She did not leave the bedside of her sick mother, when she was not \nworking in fast food. Her husband and her brother took any job they could get. \nNow they have been turned over every penny twice. But all this did not \nhelp.
Her brother speculated on the housing market. He lent money to poor \npigs, of which he already knew that they could afford a loan under any \ncircumstances. Then he sold them a house to double, triple the market value. He \nfelt even as a benefactor.
Of the money that he earned with such a dubious \nspeculation, he bought a fast-food business. Shortly thereafter, the bubble was \nbursting, but Borges had already brought his sheep into the dry ones. Because of \nthe following economic crisis, he sacked half the staff, including his sister, \nLouise. The other half he paid only half the salary for the duplication of \nwork.
The Bank distrained Louise's house because she could no longer pay off \nher mortgages, and auctioned it. She and her family found themselves back on the \nroad. They had homeless sleeping in parks and under bridges. That is why they \nbecame ill with the swine flu.
Borges kindly offered them help. But again he \nhad nothing better to do than to peddle his siblings and his parents for a \nnominal price to the nearest butcher. He lived long and unhappy, and if he is \nnot dead, he plans for sure the next mess.
And the moral of the \nstory:
Go on a public health insurance for love and glory?
Iraq has \nWeapons of Mass Destruction?
Not every pig is a pig?
