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Artist needed! And: Funny politics in the EU
4 years ago
General
*Having watched a report on current ongoing in Brussels I bang my head on the desk*
One of the things mandatory to join the EU is the recognition of EU Law as being supreme to local laws.
Even the Brits had accepted this once, and when they didn't wanted that anymore, they left the EU.
And now the Polish prime minister / President (?) says Poland never signed any such contract.
Well, he didn't sign it. The country didn't flex its shorelines to scratch something somewhere.
But one of his previous prime ministers / presidents signed the EU Membership contracts.
GAAAAAAHHHH!
Because, literally, thats one of the points they stress as important.
Politics: When you want to have a good day turn into a weird one.
#### Artist Needed ####
Anyway: Can you access Pixiv?
https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=12239601
If not, here is one of my shortstory / Fragments I posted there, and for which I would love to have an image:
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Rains had fallen for two weeks, and wherever the eye danced, the desert was in full bloom.
A torrent rushed down into the deep cavern cisterns of the town, and the tigers and lions were busy exchanging the nets as fast as they could, to haul away the fish caught from the torrent.
Their cubs went through the fish, and threw the smaller ones back into the river.
On the farther dune crests, fennekim scouts stood, and watched into the distance, ears perked up, noses in the wind.
Wherever the grass patches had blossomed and spread their seeds, groups of zebras slowly mowed the grass with scythes, with others walking behind to collect and bind the grass to armful bundles.
Small groups of mixed members went through the gardens and plantations, weeding out wild herbs and pests with the help busily scurrying ants.
When the sun sank, the horns and mighty tubular bells of the zebras males tower sounded their call.
The fisherfolk put wooden forks into the overflows that filled the cisterns, preventing fish to be flushed into them during the night and went home with their catches, assisted by several of the mighty draftlizards.
The farmers came in, too.
And finally, the scouts that stood guard on the hills around Tehuioy came home, too, bringing in their small catch of insects, lizards and whatever else had run into them.
For the adult felines, a busy nightshift came, for the fish needed to me gutted, their meat hung up to dry n the coming days, whilst their innards were to be processed into storeable foods rich in the nutrients they needed, and into their own traditional delicacies.
For the zebras, the grass was to be spread out in the coming morning on the roofs of their barracks and the walkways of the walls to be dried like the felines dried their fish.
Once dried, the bundles would be turned into bales and then stored in various places spread out all over the city.
For the fennekim, a special night began.
The gates to the gardens of the palace of the towns eldest were opened by the wheezed commands of the guilds eldests, and the small peoples population was welcomed to enter.
First came the fathers and mothers and their young cublings. For them, there were cushions spread out on the upper terrace in front of the town eldest palace.
All those young male fennekim that had finished their rites of manhood, be it 5 years of travel to as many towns in bordering districts, be it a three year stint in the caravan guards, or be it the successful qualification in a guilds trade, assembled on the lower terrace.
Keen noses sniffed and sharp eyes spied the lovely shadows moving behind the silk hanged doorways and windows of the females quarters wall and the palace itself.
"People of Tehuioy, hearken the wisdom of your Sheik, the eldest fennekim of Tehuioy!" the clear voice of the sheiks maid of honor sang out from the palaces large balcony.
There were only few lights, for the small people do not need much light to see at night.
And it was a clear night, Mahtab, the large moon, a quarter up and illuminating the town with its silvery light, so even the humans and the zebras, who had been free to come, were able to see clearly.
"Dear people!" the voice of the sheik could be heard, then a "over here lord, yes, and take this step please.. and this one, too..." from the maid of honor was heard before the sheik appeared over the balconies rim.
"Yes! As I said...," the Sheik made an all-encompassing gesture, "The night is clear."
The populace was silent. There had been much worse and more confusing beginnings for great speeches in the past.
"And.. and.. because, yes, you are here. Tonight. Yes." He leaned down and whispered first with his maid of honor, then with his primary wife who stood beside him on a lower step, only her head visible.
"Exactly!" The sheik shouted in earnest.
"Today, it is, for all you wee laddies who want to start a ... business? Family? Family! Is the week of where you can show..."
Here he pointed to the direction of the males quarter, until a gentle paw lifted his other arm toward the females sector.
"Is the week where you can show the unmarried fenwas, the flowers of our society and the greatest gift that the allfather gave to us."
Here he stopped and wanted to turn around to step down the small stairway he had climbed up to be visible, but again, a helpful paw turned him around.
After wussily looking around, he waved to the assembled people, and as one they waved back without saying a word.
"Dear people! Those that seek the sweetness of a fenwas tail, the gentleness of her snout, and the softness of her voice, will have to proove themselves to them in the coming weeks."
A pair of paws steadid the sheik from both sides and patted his back.
"Aandandand ... yes? Oh! Exactly." He nodded eagerly before looking down to where his primary wife stood.
Then he pointed at the assembled people.
"Oh? Oh! Yes! Surely!"
He stood upright again:
"Every unmarried male who passed the rites of manhood and has no bad standing with the danceress guild, that is, no fenwa has formally logged a grievance against him, and every married fennekim whos wifes agree for him to publically impress other maidens of his skills, may have his quarter hour to show of his skills, his wisdom, his strength, character, yes," here he nodded eagerly, "that, too.
Uhm.. So that he might readily impress the gentle maidens of our people. Until the last one has presented himself, alone or with friends, be they seeking themselves or not, all unmarried males seeking are limited to the males quarters. Unless their parents, their guild masters or the tall ladies," here he bowed to where the town princess of the zebras sat in her ceremonial robes amongst the fennekim families, and she bowed her head in acknowledgement, "demand his presence."
He wanted to turn around and again was patted on his tighs.
"Yes? Oh! Surely surely! I was just about to say it!"
He stood erect:
"In the night of choosing, a week after the last fennekim presented himself, all hopeful males are restricted to their quarters. Each quarter will be guarded over by a married adult for that night, until the sun rises again.
But some of you, and I hope it will be many," and here the old sheiks eyes gleamed, and his voice lost its creaking leather quality, gaining a bit of the fire of his youth that made him live so long,
"Will be visited by one, or maybe several of the beautiful daughters of our people, to be taken away, out into the blossoming desert, to start new stories in the books of the allfather and allmothers.
Make them good stories!"
He exhaled and then scratched his head:
"Oh, yes, and: Let the courtships begin!"
He turned around and was visibly helped down.
When he had vanished, colorful, aromatic smoke started to rise from a few points on the balcony.
(( For some Ambient Music, go to :http://amigaremix.com/files/2943/Mano_-_Gods_Into_the_Wonderful.mp3 ))
From the windows of the walls surrounding the palace gardens music started to play.
Then, from the other side of the town, the mighty voice of the largest tubular bell of the males tower in the princess palace sounded, a deep sound that set the peoples bellies to reverb to its call.
Finally, from behind the silken draperies that hid the view into the palaces arcades and the balconies of the females quarters, a multivoiced chorus pearled up to the skies above, the deeper voices of the tall ladies standing guard on the walls from all over the town joining in.
Many of the young fennekim for whom this was their first time to try and woo a fenwa sniffed the air, tears of joy in their eyes. But also others were affected. Many of the married couples bowed deeply to the towns princess sitting in their midst, towering over them, bowing to them all in return. The humans closed their eyes to listen, or smiled, and many an eye was wet. Of the felines that had found the time to come, many sung along, softly, lightly, ears alert, hands entwined when they were with friends or partners.
With the music finally ending, the people left the place, chittering and talking eagerly. At the exits, danceresses stood on wooden pedestals as to be widely visible, holding up wooden boards with the names of those that had applied and who were to come first right this night.
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Which artist would you suggest? I'm happy to give any newbie a shot, but, moreover, I need input on what would be a representative picture for this story.
Please Comment!
One of the things mandatory to join the EU is the recognition of EU Law as being supreme to local laws.
Even the Brits had accepted this once, and when they didn't wanted that anymore, they left the EU.
And now the Polish prime minister / President (?) says Poland never signed any such contract.
Well, he didn't sign it. The country didn't flex its shorelines to scratch something somewhere.
But one of his previous prime ministers / presidents signed the EU Membership contracts.
GAAAAAAHHHH!
Because, literally, thats one of the points they stress as important.
Politics: When you want to have a good day turn into a weird one.
#### Artist Needed ####
Anyway: Can you access Pixiv?
https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=12239601
If not, here is one of my shortstory / Fragments I posted there, and for which I would love to have an image:
++++
Rains had fallen for two weeks, and wherever the eye danced, the desert was in full bloom.
A torrent rushed down into the deep cavern cisterns of the town, and the tigers and lions were busy exchanging the nets as fast as they could, to haul away the fish caught from the torrent.
Their cubs went through the fish, and threw the smaller ones back into the river.
On the farther dune crests, fennekim scouts stood, and watched into the distance, ears perked up, noses in the wind.
Wherever the grass patches had blossomed and spread their seeds, groups of zebras slowly mowed the grass with scythes, with others walking behind to collect and bind the grass to armful bundles.
Small groups of mixed members went through the gardens and plantations, weeding out wild herbs and pests with the help busily scurrying ants.
When the sun sank, the horns and mighty tubular bells of the zebras males tower sounded their call.
The fisherfolk put wooden forks into the overflows that filled the cisterns, preventing fish to be flushed into them during the night and went home with their catches, assisted by several of the mighty draftlizards.
The farmers came in, too.
And finally, the scouts that stood guard on the hills around Tehuioy came home, too, bringing in their small catch of insects, lizards and whatever else had run into them.
For the adult felines, a busy nightshift came, for the fish needed to me gutted, their meat hung up to dry n the coming days, whilst their innards were to be processed into storeable foods rich in the nutrients they needed, and into their own traditional delicacies.
For the zebras, the grass was to be spread out in the coming morning on the roofs of their barracks and the walkways of the walls to be dried like the felines dried their fish.
Once dried, the bundles would be turned into bales and then stored in various places spread out all over the city.
For the fennekim, a special night began.
The gates to the gardens of the palace of the towns eldest were opened by the wheezed commands of the guilds eldests, and the small peoples population was welcomed to enter.
First came the fathers and mothers and their young cublings. For them, there were cushions spread out on the upper terrace in front of the town eldest palace.
All those young male fennekim that had finished their rites of manhood, be it 5 years of travel to as many towns in bordering districts, be it a three year stint in the caravan guards, or be it the successful qualification in a guilds trade, assembled on the lower terrace.
Keen noses sniffed and sharp eyes spied the lovely shadows moving behind the silk hanged doorways and windows of the females quarters wall and the palace itself.
"People of Tehuioy, hearken the wisdom of your Sheik, the eldest fennekim of Tehuioy!" the clear voice of the sheiks maid of honor sang out from the palaces large balcony.
There were only few lights, for the small people do not need much light to see at night.
And it was a clear night, Mahtab, the large moon, a quarter up and illuminating the town with its silvery light, so even the humans and the zebras, who had been free to come, were able to see clearly.
"Dear people!" the voice of the sheik could be heard, then a "over here lord, yes, and take this step please.. and this one, too..." from the maid of honor was heard before the sheik appeared over the balconies rim.
"Yes! As I said...," the Sheik made an all-encompassing gesture, "The night is clear."
The populace was silent. There had been much worse and more confusing beginnings for great speeches in the past.
"And.. and.. because, yes, you are here. Tonight. Yes." He leaned down and whispered first with his maid of honor, then with his primary wife who stood beside him on a lower step, only her head visible.
"Exactly!" The sheik shouted in earnest.
"Today, it is, for all you wee laddies who want to start a ... business? Family? Family! Is the week of where you can show..."
Here he pointed to the direction of the males quarter, until a gentle paw lifted his other arm toward the females sector.
"Is the week where you can show the unmarried fenwas, the flowers of our society and the greatest gift that the allfather gave to us."
Here he stopped and wanted to turn around to step down the small stairway he had climbed up to be visible, but again, a helpful paw turned him around.
After wussily looking around, he waved to the assembled people, and as one they waved back without saying a word.
"Dear people! Those that seek the sweetness of a fenwas tail, the gentleness of her snout, and the softness of her voice, will have to proove themselves to them in the coming weeks."
A pair of paws steadid the sheik from both sides and patted his back.
"Aandandand ... yes? Oh! Exactly." He nodded eagerly before looking down to where his primary wife stood.
Then he pointed at the assembled people.
"Oh? Oh! Yes! Surely!"
He stood upright again:
"Every unmarried male who passed the rites of manhood and has no bad standing with the danceress guild, that is, no fenwa has formally logged a grievance against him, and every married fennekim whos wifes agree for him to publically impress other maidens of his skills, may have his quarter hour to show of his skills, his wisdom, his strength, character, yes," here he nodded eagerly, "that, too.
Uhm.. So that he might readily impress the gentle maidens of our people. Until the last one has presented himself, alone or with friends, be they seeking themselves or not, all unmarried males seeking are limited to the males quarters. Unless their parents, their guild masters or the tall ladies," here he bowed to where the town princess of the zebras sat in her ceremonial robes amongst the fennekim families, and she bowed her head in acknowledgement, "demand his presence."
He wanted to turn around and again was patted on his tighs.
"Yes? Oh! Surely surely! I was just about to say it!"
He stood erect:
"In the night of choosing, a week after the last fennekim presented himself, all hopeful males are restricted to their quarters. Each quarter will be guarded over by a married adult for that night, until the sun rises again.
But some of you, and I hope it will be many," and here the old sheiks eyes gleamed, and his voice lost its creaking leather quality, gaining a bit of the fire of his youth that made him live so long,
"Will be visited by one, or maybe several of the beautiful daughters of our people, to be taken away, out into the blossoming desert, to start new stories in the books of the allfather and allmothers.
Make them good stories!"
He exhaled and then scratched his head:
"Oh, yes, and: Let the courtships begin!"
He turned around and was visibly helped down.
When he had vanished, colorful, aromatic smoke started to rise from a few points on the balcony.
(( For some Ambient Music, go to :http://amigaremix.com/files/2943/Mano_-_Gods_Into_the_Wonderful.mp3 ))
From the windows of the walls surrounding the palace gardens music started to play.
Then, from the other side of the town, the mighty voice of the largest tubular bell of the males tower in the princess palace sounded, a deep sound that set the peoples bellies to reverb to its call.
Finally, from behind the silken draperies that hid the view into the palaces arcades and the balconies of the females quarters, a multivoiced chorus pearled up to the skies above, the deeper voices of the tall ladies standing guard on the walls from all over the town joining in.
Many of the young fennekim for whom this was their first time to try and woo a fenwa sniffed the air, tears of joy in their eyes. But also others were affected. Many of the married couples bowed deeply to the towns princess sitting in their midst, towering over them, bowing to them all in return. The humans closed their eyes to listen, or smiled, and many an eye was wet. Of the felines that had found the time to come, many sung along, softly, lightly, ears alert, hands entwined when they were with friends or partners.
With the music finally ending, the people left the place, chittering and talking eagerly. At the exits, danceresses stood on wooden pedestals as to be widely visible, holding up wooden boards with the names of those that had applied and who were to come first right this night.
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Which artist would you suggest? I'm happy to give any newbie a shot, but, moreover, I need input on what would be a representative picture for this story.
Please Comment!
Seems a school of thought that's become more popular lately is that a change of government after an election voids all previous agreements.
This is not good.
And we all know how people currently adore the grown men that behave like spoiled little brats, eh, children.
:(
Furrsnatch is an excellent professional. I tend to commisson younger ,less accomplished artists as I can afford the risk andhave enough theoretical training - heck, 3 semesters art stuff - to provide and explain some common issues inexperienced artists have and offer solutions how to handle them.
So, Yepp, Furrsnatch would be welcomed to this art, but I also wouldn't mind a newbies approach to it.
Here we had a referendum. The population voted "No", didn't want the EU constitution. One year later our president wiped his ass with the People's wish and joined it anyway.
The EU Constitution has a number of mumbly aspects, but wasnt that the thing where they were like busy for almost a decade diddling out a set of rules accepted by all the politicans at the time of defining the documents? In which case I'd put the blame by the politicans of ones own country that weren't able to get the stuff in that was important to their electorate.
And in case of Poland, nobody shouted loudly to keep the balance of powers out of the constitution.
Poland was were fine with Europe but now find that Europe is taking a road they don't like and they realize they have lost their freedom so they have their judges declare something to help them ; I can't blame them.
Europe would be great to issue driving license, standized road signalisation and all these practical matters. But it wants to be a one size fits all on political and ideological subjects. That's a recipe for resentment and failure and petty strifes between members.
I am not entirely sure as, literally, I know too few people from Poland personally, but it seems that the PIS party tries to do it Trump style and make the judges its chewtoys to get its will from them.
Also true, the EU fucked up heavily in regards to immigrant handling.
When the laws were designed, there were only a few refugees arriving in Spain and Italy each year. So instead of each country getting their proportional share of refugees Italy, Greece and Spain actually were vocally in favour of getting payments from the EU to handle the refugees themselves. This is where that "Refugees stay in their country of entry" idiocity comes from.
And then came the "War on Terror", came the civil wars in Libya and Syria.
And the resulting refugee-explosions all over the borders.
If I remember correctly, It was a part of the Brexit discussion that the British wanted out before the EU would start distributing the refugees equally to reduce the pressure on Italy, Greece and Spain, who, all three, were unable to handle the sudden influx.
Well, the Vishegrad countries ( Poland, Hungary, ... ) just had gotten their first taste of refugees and, you bet, had no interest in getting refugees thrown at them from the southern EU states.
So they blocked the regulations ( which the brits had feared would pass swiftly ).
Germany, on the one hand with a law that demands itself to accept all political refugees sat in the middle and grinned like stupid, because as long as the other EU members don't come to any conclusion and stick with a badly regulated status quo, Germany wins by not getting more refugees - which we could handle, economically and administratively - but alo not being "the bad guy" with keeping people outside to freeze to death or erecting spiked fences.
To me, it is all a case of serious headscritching.
I live in a rural area.
We have like 7 farmsteads here.
They all have taken in several farmhands from Africa and Afghanistan. One of our pharmacies that had noone taking it over once the old pharmacist retires now has an iraqian pharmacist who'll take it over. We have 6 refugee families from Syria in the village, and they work at the garage, a car dealer, several work at the hospital and the retirement home...
Perhaps its just that my region was so starved for people willing to do certain jobs and bringing certain qualificatiosn along.
But if really thats the sole reason it worked for us, then an EU wide sorting and redistribution of refugees would actually be exactly that which would help al lour economies, all our countries and thus all of us.
But, and thats my big worry, I think that its too often entrenched interests, stupidity or fear of the unknown which blocks even the slightest chance of doing something thats brutally efficient and practical and has the bonus of being actually kind.
I'm perhaps too much of an engineer.
This isn't the case at all in other countries with rampant unemployment and large social programs to keep people alive that make debts skyrocket.
XD
Hey, Germany lost WW2 but I think it won the EU lottery here...
Still. Then countries politicos should meet in Brussles and check how to get their economies on sound feet again.
Instead subventions for more than dead industries are discussed.
EU Space Program to to moon mining to get al lthe special minerals our industries lack, and then whilst the space program reaches completion, building up of the needed industries to process and distribute these special materials.
Just the buildup would keep all kinds of people in earn and pay.
And as we saw with the USA, China, Russia, Japan and India, space programs produce all new kinds of industries around themselves.
I'm to spacey I think.