DSK/Iacub, a book written by a former mistress, who "betrays" him about his sexuality (uncontrolled she said).. who complains about his "honour".

A best seller now! Not too smart, Domi, unless if it is a manip of the two to make money?

All the world, nearly

A wonderful, moving (but alas virtual) trip in pictures around the whole world from some readers of these blogs..http://archy-type.blogspot.fr

From my hut (link)

Those who "count" and those who don't

In the lanes of Paris

On the boulevards of Paris. An old song about a pimp in Paris, the "darling of the ladies." First clip "forbidden" by Daily motion. "Shame on those who evil think*" (!) famous phrase of Edward IV when he picked up the garter of the Countess of Salisbury, his mistress, addressed to the lords who mocked him : "One day you will be proud to wear this fabric to your lapel" he said, and so he created the "Order of the Garter", coveted until nowadays! 

* In old french (he was french by his mother Isabelle, the daughter of the king of France "Philippe le bel") : "honni soit qui mal y pense". 

Those we eat and those we pamper, the same, and the fact of the same people !

En français ici
 

 

 

Sometimes the poor are mistaken !

Maldives, a young girl (raped!) sentenced of 100 lashes. STOP IT !

En français ici (lien)

Maldives, a 15 year old girl victim of repeated rapes has been sentenced to 100 lashes in public !! Stop this madness by pressing where it hurts at the government of Maldives : tourism receipts. The stepfather of the girl is accused of raping her for years and killing the baby she was carrying, and now the courts ordered HER to be whipped for "sex outside of marriage!" International pressure may force President Mohammed Waheed to save her and to repeal the law atrocious. It is a global war against women - get up all against it

Tourism is the goose that lays golden eggs for elites of the Maldives which includes ministers. Gather 1 million signatures this week and threaten the President Waheed to tarnish the reputation of the islands via advertisements on the Internet and shock in travel magazines until he spares this innocent girl (a victim) and abolishes this inhuman law. Sign and send this e-mail to reach one million signatures: https://secure.avaaz.org/fr/maldives_fr/?bgFdBab&v=23231>

Indians in Brazil, now ! Congratulations for football !

In french here

 "Brazilian riot police armed with batons, teargas and pepper spray have forcibly evicted an indigenous community from a dilapidated museum complex next to the Maracanã football stadium...." Nearly to the World footbal Cup time, they do the household! Boycott it! Full story here:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013

When we thought, after the petition about Guaranis (link)  all is done (!) 

Politicians, pimps and so on

 En français here (link)

 France is the country that can boast of owning among its major political figures, the two emblematic images of the notion of mackerel (pimp). Class !

The article here (link)
More images here (link)

French politicians.. pimping and weakness abuses (!)

En français ici 

Politicians

Have you noticed? Google is unmerciful : when you type "pimping" you get two pages of images of Dominique Strauss-Khan .. and "abuse of weakness" (which is pretty much the same thing) ditto, but of Sarko. One, President and the other, one who has failed to become but could have succed if he had not jumped on Nafissatou.

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It reminds me of something "we're all whores" (link) and "Diary of a bastard"* (link). So nothing new here, only multiplied by a factor x.
 * In french "Nous sommes toutes des putes"" -lien-  et "le journal d'un salaud",-lien-.)

A "car jack" which threw down the machist world

In french : "le cric qui a ébranlé le monde" (it is a pun, in french "cric" means "car jack", and seems like "clic")

Aliaa, who looks just like a shy little girl: a grenade attack!

 Aliaa, just a frail Antigone that shook the male world as a bomb. Just by a picture, hers : the males power is fragile, one breath can destroy it. Be this breath! 

Follow (link)

Aliaa, the joy and drama of the political refugees, loneliness, nostalgia, and liberty !

 

The problem of refugees from war in general is that they sometimes are very different: some of them are engaged in a struggle for freedom, for example humanist, feminist, atheist, (real "political refugees")… but others, not. Worse, it happens they are from an opposite engagement! among them, there is also educated, intellectuals, ignorant, rich, poor, middle class, exploited etc.. and sometimes a formerly hate!

Some of them are just people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time and the wrong ethnicity/religion/genre. And when ONG humanitarian organizations manage to exfilter them, most of the time they are gathered together in camps or in the same places ; despite themselves, they become neighbours, (in emergency, no way to do otherwise) sometimes in the same house !!! So, hard tensions are inevitable. Those who just where "in the wrong place" frequently accuse the others for their voluntary engagement that led them where they are.. while "innocent" (!) as they are (!) have not chosen their misfortune (worse, to be responsible of it, especially if they are famous in all the world.) They take the place of others, for instance of their relatives who for instance were not allowed to come and are at risk of being killed in their home country, (or killed indeed!).. they "profit", nevertheless they are already favoured people who did not need any help at all. They have deserved their fate! And, worse, they will put at risk all of them if they are famous!  

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Alphonse de Waelhens

Worse, when this is added to an opposing engagement [for example, when, in 1970, I was in Belgium -my first husband was in danger in his country for his political engagement- we were staying in a castle! that served as home to political refugees, with -probably- Iranians fundamentalists -!- who considered us as mortal enemies, and congolese, nicer -may be Massanba's suporters- ; every days, we had to share kitchen, happily a very big one, and bathing room (!) with them; we should be wary of them as they were wary of us..] the atmosphere can be deleterious, even if you have more confort and respect you never would expected.. Here I want to thank the Belgiums, especially M° de Waelhens (link) philosopher specialist of Husserl, who, when I thanked him for giving us a job and housing, replied me "You don't have to thank us, it is we who are honored by you to choose Belgium to take refuge".. I have never forgotten this wonderful phrase of welcome.

But it also happens it is a chance for those who, in the country which has welcomed them, can then study and have a better life than they never could expect in their country home. Finally, they can be free that would never have been possible if they had remained. Even after the end of war, they don't want to go back and they are right. Because their home country is never very safe for them, (wounds are recent and unhealed) : when they return -just for holidays for instance- it happens they see their neighbours, their formerly enemies, (but also former friends before, sometimes!) have taken (stolen) their houses and goods.. and of course, intend to keep all of that, their booty, including if they have to kill the owners, the survivors (unexpected!) who came back and may be attempt reclaim their property. 

Pleasure of love

Icoub 2 par heleneclaude

Iacub 3 par heleneclaude

Beware antifeminist women

All the pictures here (link)
The articles here

Iacoub, Dollars instinct

En français ici

 Sharon Stone "Basic instinct"

 Marcela Iacoub, "Dollars instinct"

 

Absolute rule for the basic macho (I am too good fellow indeed!) : always be wary of anti feminist women, they will betray you as they have betrayed their congeners, if they find a good profit to do.. and they will find for sure, it easy.

The "privacy" of Dominique Strauss Khan !

Dominique Srauss Khan, a french politician (obsessed of ass --> the Sofitel case at NY; the Carton at Nice and so on..) DSK has sued in justice his former mistress, Marcela Iacoub, for a book in which, without naming him, she compares her hero to a pig, requiring interdiction of the "novel" or, at least, an insert headband on the cover stating "This book violates the privacy of DSK" (!) Not too clever: so, if you had not understood, you do.  The article (link)

Diallo, Sinclair, Iacoub, DSK, the biter bit

En français ici (lien)

After the "case" of the rape [Nafissatou Diallo/Dominique Strauss-Khan at the "Sofitel", NY] DSK [a French politician, the best placed candidate for the presidence !]) was trapped by a woman journalist, Marcela Iacoub, who, first, had written a book to defend him... may be just in order to approach him and to write another one... about his private life. So she became his mistress... and in her second book, reveals indeed sordid aspects of his sexuality (sado masochist for instance, she calls him the "pork"). Before that, she had obtained an interview with his wife Anne Sainclair (a famous and very rich journalist).. in which she managed (in a particular context without doubt) her to say "it is no problem getting sucked off by a servant"... that Iacoub reports too in her book, accusing her to be arrogant, odious. 

 The "biter bit" always pleases at public and her second book is now indeed as she thought a best seller which makes her and her editor lot of money. 

 

Progress of "science" (1)

"Currently, we invest 5 times more money for drugs to care virility and for silicone for the breast of women than for Alzheimer's disease so, in a few years we will have old men with an hard cock and old women with beautiful breasts, but none of them will remember how to use it." Drauzillo Varella, Nobel price of medecine

May be a coat rack? or just a towels rack ?

Images of blogs, progress of science = old men senile with an hard cock !

Les vieux gâteux à bite dure par helenelarrive

The old senile with an hard cock

Alice par heleneclaude

Bulk : excision and an explanation; two women (two actresses here) killed by their companions ; "the end a the world" ; my story (Alice in wonderman or "we are all whores") ; the pollution of the rivers (here, Cèze) therefore the sea ; nature in Cévennes monopolized (stolen) by private to make money, (a colonization) ; the expulsion of Roma in Montpellier (!) ; unemployment of women (one employment agency offers to a teacher a job of stripteaser -dancer naked-) ; the worldwide revolt of women (countries who viewed this blog, worldwide) thanks in part to Aliaa and others less known. 

Alice in wonderman

"Alice in wonderland" (soft)

"Alice in wonderland" (hard, it depends on the days)

Alice in Wonderland is a book (Lewis Carrol) which denounces humorously the absurdity of the world, of the power, social archetypes and language by making talk the animals whose the symbol of the tyran is the rabbit. Passing across the broken mirror, she suddenly discovers an absurd world where words and images are not (and do not mean) what she believe, what she has learnt at school they mean, for instance "cup of tea" means "horse"; "run" means "stay on the same place" and so on..  It could be the highlight the formula of the rabbit when he claims "the words mean what I want them to say" and Alice : "But it will not be easy to understand ourselves" what he replies "It depends on who will be the master and that's all!" Link with the article whose the image is an illustration

Song of the swamps

Le chant des marais ! ô terre de détresse ..... par helenelarrive

"The singing marshes" is composed by germans prisoners in 1938 (opponents of the Nazi regime) the first people to have been deported in concentration camps, whose work was to drain swamps. Many died. It says : "O earth distress, where we have constantly to dig, to dig to dig.."

We are all whores

En français ici (lien)

Violence against women is not only husbands/companions hitters, burkas... it is also this, here (in France, in the south, in small willages whose nobody cares). For Michelle, whose testimony will follow this one. And for Bernadette Dartus*, whose it will not because she died, here, of this violence, burned alive.

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All is well
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2001. I arrived from Paris to Attuargues in the South of France after a separation with my husband. And, as "Alice in wonderland", I discovers the world (!) the reverse of the mirror. A universe that was unknown to me, I'm lucky in a sense. A series, just because, and that's all, I am a woman. First trouble, a little one, the roof of the house we bought with my ex husband, recently redone! "leaks" water.. such there is a gaping hole in the ceiling of the small bathroom, I am lucky (!), it could have been on the bed. The mason, since retired, refuse any service, another (for there were two) either. He wants me to pay the visit, I refuse, macho slanging. Nobody want to undertake something complicated and not profitable, so I live at this time in a closet in the garden, but dry, praying God it does not rain.
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It is a friend [older than me 20 years, it will be important as we shall see] that finds, it is a gutter clogged of the high roof which pours into force on the lower seemingly intact; he arranges that in three hours... And refuses any compensation, because formerly, I helped him for letters, he magnifies an easy job as (as he says) I magnify his (he was mason).. A nice guy who will help me a lot, although I do not demand anything, at the contrary... becoming increasingly pervasive, omnipresent.. [But later, that "father" putative will try to ask me an "additional benefit" in jumping on me without warning. Balanced against the wall, surprising (!) what a bad character I have (!) he will tell me he is in love with me, (and adds that there are so many women who would be delight to have him, I am lucky.. !) He is a significant man ... Our relationship will end there.] But for now, all is well.
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Until addicts/dealers threats me; they used to squat parking and even my garden, evening desert, an area ideal for transactions. And the policemen (here gendarmes) spend at fixed times, between midnight and a quarter after midnight ! One, already confirmed offender sentenced to two years in prison for assaulting a woman, but who still walk openly in the village (!) threats me hard, trying with two acolytes, in vain, to break my door one night, claiming that he will set fire to my house, I complain, the policemen -gendarmes here because it is a small village- (at this time because it has changed now) make fun of me and often don't even move* or afterwards, after the "battle", and then, yell at me. At the same time, the gus pay all kinds of purchases, including locksmith equipment (!) with a big wad of 100 F, all is normal... projects of "locksmith", a guy condemned who tried to break my door, who does not work, lives with RMI -social aids-, all is well. But I have good childhood friends and finally he will get out,  but not without giving me death threats as usual. Soon after, he will be almost killed in a fight after drinking, he has many enemies (a snitch?) his brain now in stand by ...
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All is well...  but a tenant very preppy, frail, nice, totally unsuspectable, homo, cultivated ... left without paying.. that I found [he lived next without hiding (!)] sends me rounding by a shot in the breast in the middle of the street, by luck, there were no cars. Now, I have understood how it works, I'll have my revenge or rather I shall "get myself justice"... to the great admiration of everybody, even the municipal policeman. Other tenants, equally chic, I will realize that a long time after their departure, have connected a outlet in their room on my own meter, an outlet with they illuminated "a giorno" all their garden! so that, working on it (thinking I have stopped the electricity) I was almost electrocuted.
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Then my father, 84, died. That evening, at Attuargues, overwhelmed, feeling guilty, sitting at the tiny "terrace" -in fact a simple sidewalk- of a small seasonal restaurant, I read the book of condolences.. when a gus, "well" known, especially by police, entering and exiting jail, everytime for the same offenses, assault on women [probably missing insurance (!) he never attacks men] ... assault me, he wanted to rent an apartment, I had refused, he don't like that. He knocks my table slightly, the few customers flee away, frighten, I collect leaves on the ground and file complain to the boss -in fact, I enter to protect me- which gentleman yells on me "get out if you're not happy and don't annoy people who works." The guy had just bought him a pack of beer and, unlike me, he is a villain and a good financial report, the season is short. A state of amok suddenly. No more fear, I go to my car and [...] Everything is arranged, the "terrace" was not too legal, indeed not legal at all; to sell beer also, and at a guy already drunk, it's worse ! ... I am calmed [..] The next day, I am suddenly looked with respect. That is new.
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All is well now, I organize video sessions, it turns.. until one day I see outside a man that I know a little, a Turkish worker without papers, frail, the appearance of a child already old, bent, lost.. and proposes him to enter. He barely speaks French but to see him sitting, moody, benches, a stone's throw from us, is sad.. And at the end of the session, while I tidy the room, he jumps on me as to rape me. A slap. He had misunderstood. A mistake. All is well.

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But there is St Gudule, my home village where my house is demolishing by the care of a small significant developer who wanted to create a housing complex but was denied to rebuild, the area is flooded, a political plot he says. Yes, but a wall, a stone monument ten meters high (!) comes off on a public place! I asked, begged him at least to put "safety legs".. but he refuses, and tells me firmly it is totally useless, he will rebuild soon. One month, two, six .. Finally it is the elections and his son ("left" he said) that passes ... Again, exhortations, nothing moves, the danger now is iminent, (my three soils will collapse soon after) and finally... A trial, fast, he is sentenced to rebuild at his own expense. Ouahhh ! I am saved, but I brushed the cat, (almost disaster) not having the means to reconstruct or to demolish. Thank's god.

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All is well.. except that the mason, good fellow of the promoter (says "the king") does what he wants without and against my will, after all, it is not me who pays so I just have to shut up and say thank you. Point. I then stops the site (hardly), he wanted to enter by force (!) as I supposed he will do, but stopped seeing my dog I have taken with me on this purpose.. everything is well, finally after a judicial negotiation during which the young lawyer I had commissioned and payed does not say a word, I obtain  damages, as well as the neighbour, a guy whose house was also demolished but less than mine. All is more than well.

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... except that the guy I had defended... attacks me straightaway in justice (!) .. for a little local mine he pretends his.. and was sent back ! Thank's god, I again came close to disaster. This disturbs me a little, a friend (or rather an "obliged") all the same ! ... But the result is that this story is so enormous that it becomes comical, and more and more people follow the adventures of the series, right and left together, and support me warmly.
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All is well .. until my account was seized by order of the City for a water bill of 4000 E for two months (an Olympic swimming pool!).. in this house exactly ! an house I have never lived, of course ! I do an hunger strike for six days to mediate the case.. during which a showman, watching me for a long time.. proposes me squarely.. what you imagine, (to bed with him) well priced should I say, he used prostitute and I please to him (?!) A nice career is offered for me, a little late though. A joke? Maybe, maybe not. For media issue, it works but, as I thought, for the city, not : "they" don't budge. I attack to justice, "they" are dragging, reports on reports, then obtain a negotiation that gives me reason, "they" refused, return to the starting point, still reports, a trial that gives me reason also, "they" apeal, reports, etc.. 3 years.

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Conclusion: being woman and "alone" (ie no boyfriend or siblings) in some places, is a situation, I weigh my words, deadly. Rich, poor, philosophers, above ground, all we suffer exactly the archetypal fate of prostitutes: after having been gently pushed to the abyss, and under the threat of sinking us further again, attempting to extort us various benefits depending on the situation [existing or raised] and of our possibilities: complacency or subjection, or in the more general case, sex, money or both .. As for those who can not or can no longer be used, in bag and plop in Cèze -the river-: depression, suicide-.. But the writers of these scenarios are not outlaws with gun expected in the casting, they are in-the-law, kind, bourgeois, significant, with family buttonhole. Sometimes with a band where some women dance also, for a few crumbs or just for fun. We are all whores, indeed, that is to say treated as such. Victims. 

Coming a book of several witnesses, this case is neither unique and nor the worst.  

* In the same situation, recently, near Nîmes, a woman, Bernadette Dartus, who had called the police several times in vain this evening (they have not taken her seriously, may be laughed at her as they did for me) because her neighbors (addicts) threatened her to death, was burned alive. 


Balance-sheet for me : 3 physical assaults whose one serious, 2 sexuals assaults (minor), and a judicial harassment from notables because I found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time.. and above all in the wrong gender. All that just because a woman.