So this week in my jack-of-all-trades freelance style, I'm an advertising writer working on a brands report for a popular electronics retailer in Romania. The company talks about its presence throughout southeastern Europe... particularly the countries of Bulgaria, Greece, Romania, and Fyrom.
Fyrom?
Okay, I admit - I'm a product of American schools so I don't know geography, but even in the "Is that a map or a shattered windshield" former USSR I've never heard of Fyrom. If it ended in "stan," perhaps as "Fyromstan," it might have slipped under my radar because every week or so another former Bloc country ending in "stan" demands its spot on the map. I believe it was only in July that the new nation of "Idontunderstan" broke away from "Meetmyfriendstan" to avoid being ceded to "Whotookmyglassesfromthenightstan."
Right, with that joke suitably buried it's back to Fyrom. Turns out it's FYROM, standing for the "Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia." I say, "Oh yeah, Macedonia. Great nuts there." You say, "No, you shaved ape, that's Macadamia. And it's not Macedonia, you have to say the whole thing: Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia." And I say "what a silly name for a country," thinking their government stationery must be the size of bedsheets just to fit the letterhead. Well, Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia is NOT really the name of Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia, it's what we call Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia while they DECIDE on a name for Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia. (Note, let's move back to FYROM, shall we?)
According to Wikipedia, "The naming dispute between Greece and the Republic of Macedonia over the name of the latter, its main ethnic group, and their language has escalated to the highest point of international mediation, involving attempts to a resolution notably through the United Nations." See "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macedonia_naming_dispute" for more, but finally the light dawns. The electronics company I'm writing about is Greek in origin, and it is apparently Greece who finds the short name of just "Macedonia" offensive, preferring more melodious names such as "Republika Makedonija-Skopje" [sic], "Gorna Macedonia," "Slavomacedonia," or simply "Skopje," which is actually the name of just one city in FYROM. And this dispute has become so emotionally and politically charged that the United Nations has been trying, without much success mind you, to resolve this situation.
So, this brings me back to my original piece of advice for Greece: get a life! Your country is burning to the ground and killing tourists by the hundreds in your decrepit island ferries with their drunken crews, god knows what other real crises beg for attention, and THIS is topping your "To-Do" list? I left America because I was sick of the way THEY handled things. I guess I should have checked the rest of the planet more closely.
- K -
13 September, 2007
06 July, 2007
I'm only happy when it rains...

For clarity's sake: Bucharest's gypsies (tigani) are filthy, parasitic criminals on a good day. They know no function in life but to beg, steal and breed. They are literally taught to do this as a cultural point of pride, and the news is full of stories about their refusal of state aid, of formal education, of (obviously) legitimate job offers, and even of proper citizenship which would bring medical care. They actually prefer the proud autonomy that comes with inhabiting condemned buildings or cardboard boxes, living in their own filth without water or power (except whatever they can pirate from a nearby source belonging to someone else), and home-schooling their own in the fine arts of aggressive begging, breaking and entering, and generally taking advantage of anyone kinder or weaker than they are. Before anyone tells me how off base I am, let me say I have lived here over five years now and seen/experienced every point mentioned above with my own eyes many times over. Conversely I have yet to meet any of them displaying any desire whatsoever to be a responsible, productive member of society. Twenty years ago gypsy parents literally cut arms and legs off their babies for the sole purpose of boosting their sympathy quotient while begging at stoplights. Today those babies are adults carrying on the proud family tradition, hobbling up to kiss your windshield on their crutches or empty-sleeved shirts. Nobody of authority does anything about it because these parasites have bred into superior numbers which invariably threaten solidarity and violence in reprisal for any attempt to impose proper justice on them.

So what can I do? Move away? Well, maybe down the road if events permit, but not realistic right now. Call the cops? The gypsies either own them or intimidate them into uselessness. Take matters into my own hands? While I might successfully kill one or two of them, not only will it bring down hundreds more rioting for vengeance, but I'LL be the one sent to jail. So I pray for rain, because even the few scant hours of peace it brings have become so important that I'm willing to sacrifice the sunshine...
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