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| püsikas 17. juuni 2015, kl 17.46 |
Noor,kena sitapidamatu paar :mees 49,naine 50,otsivad endale sexpartnerit. Tore kui oled bi-siis saad sitakompotiga toppelt naudingut.Vajame
diskreetsust ja mat.toetust igakuiselt ( mees endine edukas ja praegune vallandatud ehitustööline , naine liikumispuudega invaliid, püsivalt hooldekodune ).Pinnaks kohtumisel võib olla mõni odavam hostel, sanatoorium või sooduskampaaniaga spa.
diskreetsust ja mat.toetust igakuiselt ( mees endine edukas ja praegune vallandatud ehitustööline , naine liikumispuudega invaliid, püsivalt hooldekodune ).Pinnaks kohtumisel võib olla mõni odavam hostel, sanatoorium või sooduskampaaniaga spa.
| Proktor 17. juuni 2015, kl 18.25 |
| kulla mansion 17. juuni 2015, kl 20.03 |
| Beibendussektor Eestis 17. juuni 2015, kl 22.03 |
Lihtsalt teema alguses (esimesed postitused) käsitleti nn. kohaliku kõrgklassi noori naisi, kel on mingi reaalnegi võimalus kohtuda eduka mehega ja tema kulul/ toel hästi elada. Ma olen üpris veendunud, et viimane ots ei suuda leida meest, kes nende peale üks kordki 100 000 "huugama paneb" (kui just kogemata lotovõitja otsa ei komista). Ja eesmärkki tundub neil olevat mitte niiväga rikas mees kuivõrd 15 minutit kuulsust koos selle juurde käiva lõbusa eluga.
Mis ma naisena arvan - kahju natuke, et 12-25.a. naiste elueesmärk on pidu, papp, solaarium, (võlts) Cucci (C on eesmärgipärane) ja kunstküüned. Tipphetkeks alastipildid Kroonikas. Kahju, et see grupp neidusid nii suur on (järelikult on nende järele ka nõudlust). Samas, see kuulsusejanu ja pidupillerkaarelustiil on maailmas juba mõni aasta laineid löönud (Paris Hilton ja muud seltskonnanaised suureks eeskujuks) nii et pole ka midagi imestada. Kuna enamusel pole Hiltoni ressursse, siis teeb mõni autoremondilukksepp neile 20ndate alguses lapse ka ja ongi kogu elu elatud. 30ndates neelatakse antidepressante, abiellutakse kolmanda mehega ... Must stsenaarium aga paljude puhul tõsi.
Muidugi on veel keskklass "beibesid" ja nagu enne ära toodud kõrgklass. Nende tulevik nii kole ei tohiks siiski olla, samuti iseloomustab neid kõrgem intelligentsitase ning rafineeritum välimus.
http://lhv.delfi.ee/forum/free/121756?locale=et&postId=2365872
Mis ma naisena arvan - kahju natuke, et 12-25.a. naiste elueesmärk on pidu, papp, solaarium, (võlts) Cucci (C on eesmärgipärane) ja kunstküüned. Tipphetkeks alastipildid Kroonikas. Kahju, et see grupp neidusid nii suur on (järelikult on nende järele ka nõudlust). Samas, see kuulsusejanu ja pidupillerkaarelustiil on maailmas juba mõni aasta laineid löönud (Paris Hilton ja muud seltskonnanaised suureks eeskujuks) nii et pole ka midagi imestada. Kuna enamusel pole Hiltoni ressursse, siis teeb mõni autoremondilukksepp neile 20ndate alguses lapse ka ja ongi kogu elu elatud. 30ndates neelatakse antidepressante, abiellutakse kolmanda mehega ... Must stsenaarium aga paljude puhul tõsi.
Muidugi on veel keskklass "beibesid" ja nagu enne ära toodud kõrgklass. Nende tulevik nii kole ei tohiks siiski olla, samuti iseloomustab neid kõrgem intelligentsitase ning rafineeritum välimus.
http://lhv.delfi.ee/forum/free/121756?locale=et&postId=2365872
| igamehe unistus 18. juuni 2015, kl 19.34 |
Kujutan ette, kuis üks keskmisest kaunitarist kaalukam proua, nii umbes 55+ aastat vana.. igapäevaselt tööle jõudes pisaraid neelab, vaheldumisi oma kohvitassi ja arvutiekraani põrnitsedes toksib ja toksib.. masendunult, kortsuskulmul... vihkamisest otsaette kurd tekkinud... vahetab kasutajanime, kasutab tuttava õpetatud ip-aadressi muutjat.. küll on ta sitamajalaulik, küll arstitädi neli, küll see, teine ja kolmas.
kasutades veel viimseid riismeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas veel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti.. sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja vihkamisvalule vastu..
me hakkame sust puudust tundma
kasutades veel viimseid riismeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas veel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti.. sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja vihkamisvalule vastu..
me hakkame sust puudust tundma
| Praporštšik 18. juuni 2015, kl 19.43 |
The undercover patrolman became silent. His gloomy expression improved only upon the arrival of Švejk, who sauntered into the pub and ordered a dark beer.
"They’re sad in Vienna today," said Švejk, hoisting his black-colored beer, "and in mourning, too,"
Bretschneider’s eyes began to sparkle with hope as he said to Švejk:
"At the Konopiště, there are 10 black pennants flying."
"There should be 12 of them," said Švejk, taking another sip from his beer.
"Why do you think 12?" asked Bretschneider.
"To facilitate counting," answered Švejk. "It’s easier to count. And, in dozens, things always come more cheaply."
Silence reigned again at The Chalice, until Švejk broke it with an audible sigh and began to speak:
"So, he is there already. In the truth of the Lord. May the Lord God give him eternal glory. He did not even live to be Emperor. When I was serving in the military, one of our generals fell off his horse. He died so calmly, the men didn’t even know he was dead. They tried to boost him back into the saddle and were shocked that he was totally dead. He was soon to be promoted to Field Marshall. It happened during a parade review of the troops. These reviews never lead to any good. In Sarajevo, I hear there was also some kind of troops parade.
"Once, during a parade review, they caught me missing twenty buttons on my uniform, as I remember. They locked me up in solitary for two weeks because of it. For two days, I was laying still, like Lazarus, with my hands and feet tied up behind by back. But, I agree there has to be discipline in the military, otherwise nobody would take anything seriously, or fear anything. Our lieutenant, Makovec, he would always tell us: ‘Discipline must be enforced, you stupid guys! Otherwise, you would all be climbing the trees like monkeys. However, military service will turn you all into humans, you stupid idiots!’ And isn’t that the truth? Imagine a park. Say, Karlák here in Prague. And, in every tree, you see a soldier without discipline. That’s what I always feared most."
"In Sarajevo," said Bretschneider, returning to his favorite subject, "it was the Serbs who killed the Archduke."
"You are mistaken," retorted Švejk. "The Turks did it on account of Bosnia and Hercegovina."
He then expounded on his view of Austria’s international policy in the Balkans. The Turks, he noted, had lost their territories to Serbia, Bulgaria and Greece. The Turks had wanted Austria to help them maintain control, Švejk explained, and because Austria didn’t help them, the Turks shot Ferdinand.
"Do you like Turks?" Švejk asked, turning to Palivec. "Do you like those pagan dogs? Hey, I’m sure you’ll say that you don’t."
"A guest is a guest," Palivec replied. "He may even be a Turk. For us small businessmen, politics has no currency. Pay for your beer and sit in the pub and babble all you want. That is my principle. Whether it was a Serb or a Turk who shot our Ferdinand, or a Catholic, Mohammedan, anarchist, or Young Czech, it’s all the same to me."
Bretschneider was once again becoming discouraged, and losing hope that either of the two could be hooked into disloyal conversation. Still, he tried once again:
"Very well, mister pubkeeper," he ventured. "But, you will admit that it was a great loss for Austria."
Instead of Palivec, Švejk answered:
"A loss it is. That cannot be denied. A terrible loss. Ferdinand can’t be replaced by some dimwit. If only he had been a bit fatter than he was."
"How do you mean that?" asked Bretschneider, his hopes suddenly revived.
"How do I mean that?" Švejk echoed the policeman calmly. "Only this: Had he been fatter, he would surely have been hit with a stroke before this. Maybe, when he was chasing after those old broads collecting mushrooms and twigs at his estate at Konopištì. He didn’t have to die such a shameful death. Think about it. A nephew of the Lord Emperor and they shoot him dead. Now, that’s scandalous. The newspapers are full of it.
"Years ago, by us in Budìjovice, during one of those petty arguments in the marketplace, some guys stabbed a livestock dealer named Bøetislav Ludvík. He had a son Bohuslav. But, after that, whenever the son came to sell pigs, nobody bought anything from him. Everybody would say, ‘That’s the son of that shyster who was stabbed. He’s got to be a crook, too.’ He jumped right into the Vltava River from that bridge in Krumlov. They pulled him out and tried to revive him. They pumped water out of him. They went through all that, but he died anyway in the doctor’s arms from an injection he gave him."
"You sure come up with some odd comparisons," Bretschneider said. "You speak first about Ferdinand, then about a livestock dealer."
"But I don’t," said Švejk defensively. "God spare me from wanting to compare anybody to somebody else. This pubkeeper knows me. Look, will you tell him that I have never compared anybody to somebody else? I just wouldn’t want to be in the skin of the widow left by the Archduke. What is she gonna do? The children are orphans. The Lord’s estate in Konopiště is without a master. And to have to be married again to some new archduke? What’s in it for her? She’ll go with some new archduke to Sarajevo again, and, she’ll be widowed a second time.
"Years ago, there was a gamekeeper in Zliv by Hluboká. He had the ugly name of Pinďour (Littlepecker). Poachers shot him dead and he left a widow with two children. A year later she married a gamekeeper again. His name was Pepík Šavel and he was from Mydlovary. And, they shot him dead for her, too. She married for the third time. Again, she took a gamekeeper for a husband and said: ‘Three times lucky. But, if it doesn’t work out this time, I don’t know what I’ll do.’ You bet they did it to her again and shot him dead, as well. By now, she bore, altogether, six children with these gamekeepers.
"She went all the way to the office of the Count of Hluboká to complain that she had suffered nothing but heartbreak with those gamekeepers. So, they recommended Jareš, who worked as a fishpond warden from a cottage at Ražice. And, what would you say if I told you they drowned him while he was fishing out the pond? She’d had two more children with him. Finally, she married a gelder from Vodňany who whacked her with an ax one night. He turned himself in voluntarily. While they were hanging him at the district courthouse in Písek, he bit off the priest’s nose and said he had no remorse for anything. He also said something very ugly about the Lord Emperor."
"Do you know what he said about him?" Bretschneider asked, his voice full of hope.
"I can’t tell you that because no one dared to repeat it. But, it was, it is said, something so dreadful and horrible that a court administrator, who was there, lost his mind over it. Until this day, so it is said, they keep him in isolation, so that it won’t come out. It was not just a common insult to the Lord Emperor, the kind that is made when someone is drunk."
"And what kind of insult is made to the Lord Emperor when someone is drunk?" asked Bretschneider.
"Gentlemen, please turn the page!" thundered Palivec the pub owner. "You know I don’t like it. Someone could blabber out anything and be sorry for it later."
"What kind of insults are made about the Lord Emperor when someone is drunk?" repeated Švejk. "All kinds. Get drunk and have them play the national anthem, and, you’ll see what you will start saying. You will make up so much stuff about the Lord Emperor that, if only half of it were true, it would be enough for him to live in shame for the rest of his life. But, the old man really doesn’t deserve it.
"Think about it. He lost his young son Rudolf when he was at the height of his manly vitality. His wife Elizabeth, they ran through with a file. He lost Jan Orth. Next, they shot his brother who was the Emperor of Mexico. Shot him dead, up against a wall in some fortress. Now, in his old age, they blast his nephew. Given all that, a man better have nerves of steel. And then, out of the blue, some drunk decides to start calling him names. If something were to break out today, I would volunteer to serve the Lord Emperor until my body was torn to pieces."
Švejk took a long swig of his beer and then continued:
"You think the Lord Emperor will let this go? Then, you don’t know him well enough. There must be war with the Turks. They’ve killed the royal nephew, so we must go and kick their ass. A war is guaranteed. Serbia and Russia will help us in that war. It will be a rumble."
Švejk looked radiant in this moment of prophecy. His simpleton-like face shone brightly. Everything was clear to him.
"Could be," he said, continuing his exposition of the future of Austria, "that, in case of a war with the Turks, the Germans will attack us, because the Germans and the Turks stick together. They are double-crossers without equal in all the world. But, we can unite with France. It has been waiting for an excuse to fight Germany since 1871. And, that’ll get things going then for sure. There will be war and I'll say no more."
Bretschneider stood up and proclaimed with both pleasure and gravity:
"You don’t have to say anymore. Come with me to the hallway. I’ll tell you something there."
Švejk followed the undercover patrolman into the hallway. To his surprise, this friendly man, who had been drinking beer right next to him just moments ago, turned over the lapel of his coat and showed him his "little eagle," the badge of the state security police. He announced that he was arresting him and would immediately take him to headquarters. Švejk tried to explain that there must be some mistake, that he was totally innocent, that he had not uttered one word which could have offended anyone.
Bretschneider told him, however, that he had really committed several criminal offenses, one of which constituted the crime of high treason.
They returned to the pub and Švejk spoke in the direction of Mr. Palivec:
"I’ve had five beers and a roll with a sausage. Now, give me a quick shot of slivovitz, because I have to go right away. I’m under arrest."
Bretschneider showed Palivec his "little eagle." Then, he stared at him for a moment and asked:
"Are you married?"
"I am."
"And, can your wife run the business during your absence?"
"She can."
"Then, all right, Mr. pubkeeper," Bretschneider said with glee. "Call your wife here. Turn the place over to her, because we’ll be coming by tonight to pick you up."
"Don’t let it make you feel too bad," Švejk said, attempting to console him. "I’m being taken in for high treason."
"But why me?" lamented Mr. Palivec. "I was so careful."
Bretschneider flashed a wry smile, then victoriously stated:
"You’re going in because you said that the flies were shitting on the Lord Emperor. They will, no doubt, manage to knock any such thoughts of the Lord Emperor out of your head."
Švejk left the Chalice pub in custody of the undercover patrolman. Once outside, he asked the following question with a broad, good-hearted smile on his face:
"Should I get off the sidewalk?"
"Why so?"
"I’m thinking that, since I’m under arrest, I don’t have the right to walk on the sidewalk."
When they arrived at the gates of the police headquarters, Švejk spoke:
"The time went by quite nicely for us. Do you come to The Chalice often?"
While Švejk was being processed at the police station, Palivec was transferring management of the pub to his weeping wife, and trying to soothe her in his own peculiar way.
"Don’t cry, don’t bawl. What can they do to me on account of a Lord Emperor’s picture being full of shit?"
And, so it was, that the good soldier Švejk intervened in the World War in his own lovable, charming manner. Historians will be interested to know that he saw far into the future. If the situation later developed differently, from how he had predicted it at The Chalice, we have to keep in mind that he hadn't been specifically trained in the diplomatic arts.
"They’re sad in Vienna today," said Švejk, hoisting his black-colored beer, "and in mourning, too,"
Bretschneider’s eyes began to sparkle with hope as he said to Švejk:
"At the Konopiště, there are 10 black pennants flying."
"There should be 12 of them," said Švejk, taking another sip from his beer.
"Why do you think 12?" asked Bretschneider.
"To facilitate counting," answered Švejk. "It’s easier to count. And, in dozens, things always come more cheaply."
Silence reigned again at The Chalice, until Švejk broke it with an audible sigh and began to speak:
"So, he is there already. In the truth of the Lord. May the Lord God give him eternal glory. He did not even live to be Emperor. When I was serving in the military, one of our generals fell off his horse. He died so calmly, the men didn’t even know he was dead. They tried to boost him back into the saddle and were shocked that he was totally dead. He was soon to be promoted to Field Marshall. It happened during a parade review of the troops. These reviews never lead to any good. In Sarajevo, I hear there was also some kind of troops parade.
"Once, during a parade review, they caught me missing twenty buttons on my uniform, as I remember. They locked me up in solitary for two weeks because of it. For two days, I was laying still, like Lazarus, with my hands and feet tied up behind by back. But, I agree there has to be discipline in the military, otherwise nobody would take anything seriously, or fear anything. Our lieutenant, Makovec, he would always tell us: ‘Discipline must be enforced, you stupid guys! Otherwise, you would all be climbing the trees like monkeys. However, military service will turn you all into humans, you stupid idiots!’ And isn’t that the truth? Imagine a park. Say, Karlák here in Prague. And, in every tree, you see a soldier without discipline. That’s what I always feared most."
"In Sarajevo," said Bretschneider, returning to his favorite subject, "it was the Serbs who killed the Archduke."
"You are mistaken," retorted Švejk. "The Turks did it on account of Bosnia and Hercegovina."
He then expounded on his view of Austria’s international policy in the Balkans. The Turks, he noted, had lost their territories to Serbia, Bulgaria and Greece. The Turks had wanted Austria to help them maintain control, Švejk explained, and because Austria didn’t help them, the Turks shot Ferdinand.
"Do you like Turks?" Švejk asked, turning to Palivec. "Do you like those pagan dogs? Hey, I’m sure you’ll say that you don’t."
"A guest is a guest," Palivec replied. "He may even be a Turk. For us small businessmen, politics has no currency. Pay for your beer and sit in the pub and babble all you want. That is my principle. Whether it was a Serb or a Turk who shot our Ferdinand, or a Catholic, Mohammedan, anarchist, or Young Czech, it’s all the same to me."
Bretschneider was once again becoming discouraged, and losing hope that either of the two could be hooked into disloyal conversation. Still, he tried once again:
"Very well, mister pubkeeper," he ventured. "But, you will admit that it was a great loss for Austria."
Instead of Palivec, Švejk answered:
"A loss it is. That cannot be denied. A terrible loss. Ferdinand can’t be replaced by some dimwit. If only he had been a bit fatter than he was."
"How do you mean that?" asked Bretschneider, his hopes suddenly revived.
"How do I mean that?" Švejk echoed the policeman calmly. "Only this: Had he been fatter, he would surely have been hit with a stroke before this. Maybe, when he was chasing after those old broads collecting mushrooms and twigs at his estate at Konopištì. He didn’t have to die such a shameful death. Think about it. A nephew of the Lord Emperor and they shoot him dead. Now, that’s scandalous. The newspapers are full of it.
"Years ago, by us in Budìjovice, during one of those petty arguments in the marketplace, some guys stabbed a livestock dealer named Bøetislav Ludvík. He had a son Bohuslav. But, after that, whenever the son came to sell pigs, nobody bought anything from him. Everybody would say, ‘That’s the son of that shyster who was stabbed. He’s got to be a crook, too.’ He jumped right into the Vltava River from that bridge in Krumlov. They pulled him out and tried to revive him. They pumped water out of him. They went through all that, but he died anyway in the doctor’s arms from an injection he gave him."
"You sure come up with some odd comparisons," Bretschneider said. "You speak first about Ferdinand, then about a livestock dealer."
"But I don’t," said Švejk defensively. "God spare me from wanting to compare anybody to somebody else. This pubkeeper knows me. Look, will you tell him that I have never compared anybody to somebody else? I just wouldn’t want to be in the skin of the widow left by the Archduke. What is she gonna do? The children are orphans. The Lord’s estate in Konopiště is without a master. And to have to be married again to some new archduke? What’s in it for her? She’ll go with some new archduke to Sarajevo again, and, she’ll be widowed a second time.
"Years ago, there was a gamekeeper in Zliv by Hluboká. He had the ugly name of Pinďour (Littlepecker). Poachers shot him dead and he left a widow with two children. A year later she married a gamekeeper again. His name was Pepík Šavel and he was from Mydlovary. And, they shot him dead for her, too. She married for the third time. Again, she took a gamekeeper for a husband and said: ‘Three times lucky. But, if it doesn’t work out this time, I don’t know what I’ll do.’ You bet they did it to her again and shot him dead, as well. By now, she bore, altogether, six children with these gamekeepers.
"She went all the way to the office of the Count of Hluboká to complain that she had suffered nothing but heartbreak with those gamekeepers. So, they recommended Jareš, who worked as a fishpond warden from a cottage at Ražice. And, what would you say if I told you they drowned him while he was fishing out the pond? She’d had two more children with him. Finally, she married a gelder from Vodňany who whacked her with an ax one night. He turned himself in voluntarily. While they were hanging him at the district courthouse in Písek, he bit off the priest’s nose and said he had no remorse for anything. He also said something very ugly about the Lord Emperor."
"Do you know what he said about him?" Bretschneider asked, his voice full of hope.
"I can’t tell you that because no one dared to repeat it. But, it was, it is said, something so dreadful and horrible that a court administrator, who was there, lost his mind over it. Until this day, so it is said, they keep him in isolation, so that it won’t come out. It was not just a common insult to the Lord Emperor, the kind that is made when someone is drunk."
"And what kind of insult is made to the Lord Emperor when someone is drunk?" asked Bretschneider.
"Gentlemen, please turn the page!" thundered Palivec the pub owner. "You know I don’t like it. Someone could blabber out anything and be sorry for it later."
"What kind of insults are made about the Lord Emperor when someone is drunk?" repeated Švejk. "All kinds. Get drunk and have them play the national anthem, and, you’ll see what you will start saying. You will make up so much stuff about the Lord Emperor that, if only half of it were true, it would be enough for him to live in shame for the rest of his life. But, the old man really doesn’t deserve it.
"Think about it. He lost his young son Rudolf when he was at the height of his manly vitality. His wife Elizabeth, they ran through with a file. He lost Jan Orth. Next, they shot his brother who was the Emperor of Mexico. Shot him dead, up against a wall in some fortress. Now, in his old age, they blast his nephew. Given all that, a man better have nerves of steel. And then, out of the blue, some drunk decides to start calling him names. If something were to break out today, I would volunteer to serve the Lord Emperor until my body was torn to pieces."
Švejk took a long swig of his beer and then continued:
"You think the Lord Emperor will let this go? Then, you don’t know him well enough. There must be war with the Turks. They’ve killed the royal nephew, so we must go and kick their ass. A war is guaranteed. Serbia and Russia will help us in that war. It will be a rumble."
Švejk looked radiant in this moment of prophecy. His simpleton-like face shone brightly. Everything was clear to him.
"Could be," he said, continuing his exposition of the future of Austria, "that, in case of a war with the Turks, the Germans will attack us, because the Germans and the Turks stick together. They are double-crossers without equal in all the world. But, we can unite with France. It has been waiting for an excuse to fight Germany since 1871. And, that’ll get things going then for sure. There will be war and I'll say no more."
Bretschneider stood up and proclaimed with both pleasure and gravity:
"You don’t have to say anymore. Come with me to the hallway. I’ll tell you something there."
Švejk followed the undercover patrolman into the hallway. To his surprise, this friendly man, who had been drinking beer right next to him just moments ago, turned over the lapel of his coat and showed him his "little eagle," the badge of the state security police. He announced that he was arresting him and would immediately take him to headquarters. Švejk tried to explain that there must be some mistake, that he was totally innocent, that he had not uttered one word which could have offended anyone.
Bretschneider told him, however, that he had really committed several criminal offenses, one of which constituted the crime of high treason.
They returned to the pub and Švejk spoke in the direction of Mr. Palivec:
"I’ve had five beers and a roll with a sausage. Now, give me a quick shot of slivovitz, because I have to go right away. I’m under arrest."
Bretschneider showed Palivec his "little eagle." Then, he stared at him for a moment and asked:
"Are you married?"
"I am."
"And, can your wife run the business during your absence?"
"She can."
"Then, all right, Mr. pubkeeper," Bretschneider said with glee. "Call your wife here. Turn the place over to her, because we’ll be coming by tonight to pick you up."
"Don’t let it make you feel too bad," Švejk said, attempting to console him. "I’m being taken in for high treason."
"But why me?" lamented Mr. Palivec. "I was so careful."
Bretschneider flashed a wry smile, then victoriously stated:
"You’re going in because you said that the flies were shitting on the Lord Emperor. They will, no doubt, manage to knock any such thoughts of the Lord Emperor out of your head."
Švejk left the Chalice pub in custody of the undercover patrolman. Once outside, he asked the following question with a broad, good-hearted smile on his face:
"Should I get off the sidewalk?"
"Why so?"
"I’m thinking that, since I’m under arrest, I don’t have the right to walk on the sidewalk."
When they arrived at the gates of the police headquarters, Švejk spoke:
"The time went by quite nicely for us. Do you come to The Chalice often?"
While Švejk was being processed at the police station, Palivec was transferring management of the pub to his weeping wife, and trying to soothe her in his own peculiar way.
"Don’t cry, don’t bawl. What can they do to me on account of a Lord Emperor’s picture being full of shit?"
And, so it was, that the good soldier Švejk intervened in the World War in his own lovable, charming manner. Historians will be interested to know that he saw far into the future. If the situation later developed differently, from how he had predicted it at The Chalice, we have to keep in mind that he hadn't been specifically trained in the diplomatic arts.
| PhD 19. juuni 2015, kl 16.43 |
meeste tutvumiskuulutustest koostatud tekstikorpuse lingvistilis-statistiline analüüs näitas, et kaks enim esinevat omadussõna naispartnerilt soovitavate omaduste loetelus on "sale" ja "mõistev". Siis on tükk tühja maad ja siis kõik ülejäänud ("seksikas", "meeldiv", "korralik", "truu", "rahulik" jne)
| Trollihoiatus 19. juuni 2015, kl 16.48 |
Delfi naistekasse on ilmunud TROLLIST targutaja, kes heietab pikki juttusid pudru ja kapsad läbisegi.
Ülesandeks on teemasid segada, külvata segadust ja pahatahtlikkust.
Libamine ehk kellegi kasutuses oleva aliase pahatahtlik kasutamine on tal tavaline võte.
Jutt laialivalguv, palju demagoogiat ja eestlaste (eriti naiste) halvustamist.
Nimetab end ka "arstiks", kes oma sõnul käseb, poob ja laseb.
Ütleb, et tema lemmikhobi on püsikate piinamine, sadistlikud kalduvused avalduvad ka muude tekstide sees.
Väga autokraatlik, põeb mania grandiosat.
KUNA TROLL KRIITIKAT EI TALU, SIIS KASUTAB KRIITIKA SUMMUTAMISEKS MASSILISELT SPÄMMI, SUVALISI PIKKI TEKSTE, ROPPUSEID.
Ülesandeks on teemasid segada, külvata segadust ja pahatahtlikkust.
Libamine ehk kellegi kasutuses oleva aliase pahatahtlik kasutamine on tal tavaline võte.
Jutt laialivalguv, palju demagoogiat ja eestlaste (eriti naiste) halvustamist.
Nimetab end ka "arstiks", kes oma sõnul käseb, poob ja laseb.
Ütleb, et tema lemmikhobi on püsikate piinamine, sadistlikud kalduvused avalduvad ka muude tekstide sees.
Väga autokraatlik, põeb mania grandiosat.
KUNA TROLL KRIITIKAT EI TALU, SIIS KASUTAB KRIITIKA SUMMUTAMISEKS MASSILISELT SPÄMMI, SUVALISI PIKKI TEKSTE, ROPPUSEID.
| trolli Cv 19. juuni 2015, kl 17.35 |
Kujutan ette, kuis üks keskmisest kaunitarist kaalukam proua, nii umbes 55+ aastat vana.. igapäevaselt tööle jõudes pisaraid neelab, vaheldumisi oma kohvitassi ja arvutiekraani põrnitsedes toksib ja toksib.. masendunult, kortsuskulmul... vihkamisest otsaette kurd tekkinud... vahetab kasutajanime, kasutab tuttava õpetatud ip-aadressi muutjat.. küll on ta sitamajalaulik, küll arstitädi neli, küll see, teine ja kolmas.
kasutades veel viimseid riismeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas veel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti.. sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja vihkamisvalule vastu..
me hakkame sust puudust tundma
kasutades veel viimseid riismeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas veel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti.. sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja vihkamisvalule vastu..
me hakkame sust puudust tundma
| miks püsikad on nii ropud? 19. juuni 2015, kl 17.41 |
trolli Cv Kirjutas:
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> Kujutan ette, kuis üks keskmisest kaunitarist kaal
> ukam proua, nii umbes 55+ aastat vana.. igapäevase
> lt tööle jõudes pisaraid neelab, vaheldumisi oma k
> ohvitassi ja arvutiekraani põrnitsedes toksib ja t
> oksib.. masendunult, kortsuskulmul... vihkamisest
> otsaette kurd tekkinud... vahetab kasutajanime, ka
> sutab tuttava õpetatud ip-aadressi muutjat.. küll
> on ta sitamajalaulik, küll arstitädi neli, küll se
> e, teine ja kolmas.
> kasutades veel viimseid rii
> smeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas v
> eel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks
> ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja
> pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev
> tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
> > ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti..
> sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja v
> ihkamisvalule vastu..
> me hakkame sust puudust t
> undma
miks püsikad on nii ropud?
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> Kujutan ette, kuis üks keskmisest kaunitarist kaal
> ukam proua, nii umbes 55+ aastat vana.. igapäevase
> lt tööle jõudes pisaraid neelab, vaheldumisi oma k
> ohvitassi ja arvutiekraani põrnitsedes toksib ja t
> oksib.. masendunult, kortsuskulmul... vihkamisest
> otsaette kurd tekkinud... vahetab kasutajanime, ka
> sutab tuttava õpetatud ip-aadressi muutjat.. küll
> on ta sitamajalaulik, küll arstitädi neli, küll se
> e, teine ja kolmas.
> kasutades veel viimseid rii
> smeid kainemast arust püüab välja mõelda, kuidas v
> eel avaldada survet suhtlejatele, et need tüdineks
> ja lahkuks.. lahkuks selle igapäevase spämmi- ja
> pasarahe all, mida kortsus kulm ja vihast võdisev
> tabureti pealne veel suudab välja endast lasta..
> > ja siis ühel päeval kortsus kulm tardub volti..
> sest süda ja mõistus ei pea enam sellele viha ja v
> ihkamisvalule vastu..
> me hakkame sust puudust t
> undma
miks püsikad on nii ropud?
| miks trollid on nii ropud? 19. juuni 2015, kl 17.49 |
Hommikul kell 7.34 tõmbas ülestõstetud noolega sõitnud kraana Mustamäel Vilde tee ja Akadeemia tee ristmikul trollide kontaktliini puruks ning trollide liiklus on häiritud.
3. liini trollid on suunatud Keskuse lõpp-peatusse, 1. ja 5.liini trollid pööravad tagasi Kaja keskuse juures, kuid pikematel liigendtrollidel võib seal pööramisega takistusi tekkida. 11.liini bussid peatuvad kõikides peatustes. Spetsialistide hinnangul võib trollide kontaktliini parandamisega veel mitu tundi aega minna.
3. liini trollid on suunatud Keskuse lõpp-peatusse, 1. ja 5.liini trollid pööravad tagasi Kaja keskuse juures, kuid pikematel liigendtrollidel võib seal pööramisega takistusi tekkida. 11.liini bussid peatuvad kõikides peatustes. Spetsialistide hinnangul võib trollide kontaktliini parandamisega veel mitu tundi aega minna.
| Pallar Hilamets 19. juuni 2015, kl 18.11 |
Tänavu suvel möödub pool sajandit Tallinna esimesest trollibussisõidust. Samal ajal suretab tänane linnavõim juubilari aga järjekindlalt välja.
Trolliliikluse algus on seotud elektriliinide rajamisega. Berliinis tehti ajaloo esimene trollisõit 1882. aastal. Eestis katsetas esimest korda elektrilist omnibussi Tartu Ülikooli energeetik Jaan Muuga 1936. aastal. Katseline liin töötas Toomemäel toona kaks nädalat.
Esimesi trolliliine Tallinnas kavandati aga pärast sõda 1940. aastate teisel poolel, marsruutidel Pirita–Südalinn–Balti jaam, Kopli–Balti jaam ja Balti jaam–Pirita–Merivälja. 1954. aastal kavandati trolliliini Balti jaam–Stalini väljak. Rahapuudusel need aga vaid plaanideks jäidki.
1957. aastal eraldati trollipargi rajamiseks maa-ala Pelgulinna Paldiski maantee 48A krundile. Et ehitustööd venisid, asuti ajutiselt Ädala tänav 7 Veevarustuse- ja Kanalisatsioonitrusti laohoonetes. Trollipargi töölised said Paldiski maantee hoonetesse kolida 1970. aasta lõpus. Valminud depoos jätkus ruumi 100 trolli teenindamiseks. Administratiivhoone ja söökla "Troll" valmisid 1973. aastaks.
Mustamäe tee depoo anti aga käiku 30. detsembril 1982. Mustamäe tee ja Linnu tee nurgal asuv depoo rajati alale, kuhu algselt kavandati Mustamäe trammidepood. Täna ei ole see enam trollidepoona kasutuses.
Esimese Tallinna trollibussiliini marsruudiks kavandati Estonia puiestee–Toompuiestee–Paldiski maantee–Rocca al Mare. Kontaktliini paigutamiseni jõuti 1962. aastal. Segadusi oli siingi küllaga, sest kavandatava marsruudiga lõikusid raudteed, neid aga trolliliin ületada ei saa. Nii juhtuski, et kui troll lõpuks 1965. aastal sõitma sai, ulatus liin esialgu ainult hipodroomini. Tallinna esimene trolliliin avati pidulikult 6. juulil 1965. Põhiline osa trolliliinidest toona uude linnaossa Mustamäele ehitati välja 1970. aastate alguses, Väike-Õismäe kerkivate paneelmajade juurde aga 1980. aastate alguses. Viimane, tehnikaülikooli õppehooneid ühendav Mustamäe ja Kopli vaheline liin nr 9 avati 1987. aastal. Tipphetk saabus 1988. aastal, mil Tallinna tiirutas 160 „sarvilist“ trolli. Maksimaalselt on Tallinnas trolliliine olnud üheksa (aastatel 1987–2000). Alates
2012. aastast on töös seitse trolliliini:
Liin nr 1 Mustamäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1965. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast.
Liin nr 2 Mustamäe- Estonia Oli töös aastatel 1967-2012.
Liin nr 3 Mustamäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1969. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast.
Liin nr 4 Keskuse-Balti jaam Alates 1970. aastast.
Liin nr 5 Mustamäe-Balti jaam Alates 1971. aastast.
Liin nr 6 Väike-Õismäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1980. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast
Liin nr 7 Väike-Õismäe-Balti jaam Alates 1980. aastast
Liin nr 8 Väike-Õismäe-Vabaduse väljak Oli töös aastatel 1982-2000. Koos liini sulgemisega likvideeriti ka Vabaduse väljakul Jaani kiriku ees asunud peatus.
Liin nr 9 Keskuse-Kopli Alates 1987. aastast. Paari aasta eest plaani linn liini sulgemist, kuid kohalike elanike vastuseisu tõttu plaanis loobuti.
Aastatel 1997-2012 korraldas pealinna trolliliiklust Tallinna Trammi- ja Trollibussikoondis. 2012. aasta juulis ühendati ettevõte Tallinna Autobussikoondise ASga ning alates sellest ajast korraldab ühistransporti linnas Tallinna Linnatranspordi AS. Uusi trollibusse pole viimastel aastatel ostetud.
Tallinna Linnatranspordi ASi juht Enno Tamm on veendunud, et praegustel trollidel tulevikku pole. «Ainult kontaktvõrgust sõltuvad trollid on linnaliiklusele koormaks. Elektrikatkestuse või mõne avarii korral on trolliliiklus hetkega häiritud. Kui trolli asemel sõidaks buss, hübriidbuss või elektribuss, saaks selline sõiduk avarii korral takistusest mööduda,» põhjendas Tamm oma seisukohta.
«Tallinna Linnatranspordi ASi kasutuses on praegu 91 trolli, rohkem kui pooled ehk 51 on uued Solarise trollid. Umbes 30 trolli on vanad Škodad, mis on ajast ja arust ning mille linnaliiklusest kaotamise oleme võtnud eesmärgiks järgmise kahe aasta jooksul,» kinnitas Tamm selle aasta alguses.
Juba selle sajandi alguses võttis toonane linnapea Jüri Mõis korduvalt sõna ühistranspordi vastu, pooldades trollide kaotamist. Nüüd on siis tänane, keskerakondlik linnavõim asunud seda plaani ellu viima. Uusi trolle pole plaanis osta. Seega asendatakse olemasolevate trollide amortiseerudes senised trolliliinid bussiliinidega. Just tuli uudis, et Õismäe suunal hakkavad trollibusside asemel sõitma hübriidbussid. Pool sajandit tallinlasi ja linna külalisi teenindanud trolliliiklus hääbub vaikselt.
http://jaakjuske.blogspot.com/2015/02/haabuva-trolliliikluse-50-juubel.html
Trolliliikluse algus on seotud elektriliinide rajamisega. Berliinis tehti ajaloo esimene trollisõit 1882. aastal. Eestis katsetas esimest korda elektrilist omnibussi Tartu Ülikooli energeetik Jaan Muuga 1936. aastal. Katseline liin töötas Toomemäel toona kaks nädalat.
Esimesi trolliliine Tallinnas kavandati aga pärast sõda 1940. aastate teisel poolel, marsruutidel Pirita–Südalinn–Balti jaam, Kopli–Balti jaam ja Balti jaam–Pirita–Merivälja. 1954. aastal kavandati trolliliini Balti jaam–Stalini väljak. Rahapuudusel need aga vaid plaanideks jäidki.
1957. aastal eraldati trollipargi rajamiseks maa-ala Pelgulinna Paldiski maantee 48A krundile. Et ehitustööd venisid, asuti ajutiselt Ädala tänav 7 Veevarustuse- ja Kanalisatsioonitrusti laohoonetes. Trollipargi töölised said Paldiski maantee hoonetesse kolida 1970. aasta lõpus. Valminud depoos jätkus ruumi 100 trolli teenindamiseks. Administratiivhoone ja söökla "Troll" valmisid 1973. aastaks.
Mustamäe tee depoo anti aga käiku 30. detsembril 1982. Mustamäe tee ja Linnu tee nurgal asuv depoo rajati alale, kuhu algselt kavandati Mustamäe trammidepood. Täna ei ole see enam trollidepoona kasutuses.
Esimese Tallinna trollibussiliini marsruudiks kavandati Estonia puiestee–Toompuiestee–Paldiski maantee–Rocca al Mare. Kontaktliini paigutamiseni jõuti 1962. aastal. Segadusi oli siingi küllaga, sest kavandatava marsruudiga lõikusid raudteed, neid aga trolliliin ületada ei saa. Nii juhtuski, et kui troll lõpuks 1965. aastal sõitma sai, ulatus liin esialgu ainult hipodroomini. Tallinna esimene trolliliin avati pidulikult 6. juulil 1965. Põhiline osa trolliliinidest toona uude linnaossa Mustamäele ehitati välja 1970. aastate alguses, Väike-Õismäe kerkivate paneelmajade juurde aga 1980. aastate alguses. Viimane, tehnikaülikooli õppehooneid ühendav Mustamäe ja Kopli vaheline liin nr 9 avati 1987. aastal. Tipphetk saabus 1988. aastal, mil Tallinna tiirutas 160 „sarvilist“ trolli. Maksimaalselt on Tallinnas trolliliine olnud üheksa (aastatel 1987–2000). Alates
2012. aastast on töös seitse trolliliini:
Liin nr 1 Mustamäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1965. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast.
Liin nr 2 Mustamäe- Estonia Oli töös aastatel 1967-2012.
Liin nr 3 Mustamäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1969. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast.
Liin nr 4 Keskuse-Balti jaam Alates 1970. aastast.
Liin nr 5 Mustamäe-Balti jaam Alates 1971. aastast.
Liin nr 6 Väike-Õismäe-Kaubamaja Alates 1980. aastast. Rävala puiestee ja Teatri väljaku kaudu alates 2002. aastast
Liin nr 7 Väike-Õismäe-Balti jaam Alates 1980. aastast
Liin nr 8 Väike-Õismäe-Vabaduse väljak Oli töös aastatel 1982-2000. Koos liini sulgemisega likvideeriti ka Vabaduse väljakul Jaani kiriku ees asunud peatus.
Liin nr 9 Keskuse-Kopli Alates 1987. aastast. Paari aasta eest plaani linn liini sulgemist, kuid kohalike elanike vastuseisu tõttu plaanis loobuti.
Aastatel 1997-2012 korraldas pealinna trolliliiklust Tallinna Trammi- ja Trollibussikoondis. 2012. aasta juulis ühendati ettevõte Tallinna Autobussikoondise ASga ning alates sellest ajast korraldab ühistransporti linnas Tallinna Linnatranspordi AS. Uusi trollibusse pole viimastel aastatel ostetud.
Tallinna Linnatranspordi ASi juht Enno Tamm on veendunud, et praegustel trollidel tulevikku pole. «Ainult kontaktvõrgust sõltuvad trollid on linnaliiklusele koormaks. Elektrikatkestuse või mõne avarii korral on trolliliiklus hetkega häiritud. Kui trolli asemel sõidaks buss, hübriidbuss või elektribuss, saaks selline sõiduk avarii korral takistusest mööduda,» põhjendas Tamm oma seisukohta.
«Tallinna Linnatranspordi ASi kasutuses on praegu 91 trolli, rohkem kui pooled ehk 51 on uued Solarise trollid. Umbes 30 trolli on vanad Škodad, mis on ajast ja arust ning mille linnaliiklusest kaotamise oleme võtnud eesmärgiks järgmise kahe aasta jooksul,» kinnitas Tamm selle aasta alguses.
Juba selle sajandi alguses võttis toonane linnapea Jüri Mõis korduvalt sõna ühistranspordi vastu, pooldades trollide kaotamist. Nüüd on siis tänane, keskerakondlik linnavõim asunud seda plaani ellu viima. Uusi trolle pole plaanis osta. Seega asendatakse olemasolevate trollide amortiseerudes senised trolliliinid bussiliinidega. Just tuli uudis, et Õismäe suunal hakkavad trollibusside asemel sõitma hübriidbussid. Pool sajandit tallinlasi ja linna külalisi teenindanud trolliliiklus hääbub vaikselt.
http://jaakjuske.blogspot.com/2015/02/haabuva-trolliliikluse-50-juubel.html
| rike 22. juuni 2015, kl 21.00 |
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