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Liberalism, Religion & Intelligence ?

Most interesting considerations with now a scientific background.

Does Luxembourg pay ugly American Dennis Hastert for Lobbying??

This odious warpusher, scandal loaded honorary citizen of Osweiler (Lux) and Speaker of the House during the Bush area is back to the limelight !  The Luxembourg originating Hastert is now - in a long list of embarrassing scandals - blamed for accepting on one side US tax-payer's money (nearly half a million $ in 2009) to maintain his office (which is seemingly perfectly legal) but at the same time cashing in heavily for Lobbying work with registration as a Lobbyist in Washington D.C.


In 2009, the budget for the low-key Yorkville office was nearly half a million dollars. Tax dollars have paid for cable bills, truck payments, office supplies and three staffers.Hastert staffers say the office is crucial to cataloging the records and coordinating the schedule for the man who served as speaker longer than any other Republican.

I do not feel to much interested about the question why Hastert - who stems from Osweiler near Echternach where he is occasionally celebrated as another local Saint -  should get much better funded than e.g. Bill Clinton and why he is allowed to at the same to cash heavily as A Washington DC lobbyist.

But then there's the question if Luxembourg as a country (together with Turkey) are paying this same guy money to defend Luxembourg's interests in Washington DC???
Do we really need this kind of clearly Ugly American on Luxembourg payroll ???
And how much do we pay him ??

Link: http://thinkprogress.org/2007/10/18/wilkes-hastert///

Och dest Joar kän Foasicht fär desen Eechternoacher - ma zimlich verwurelt Gedanken den Owend!

Nix Rumba Tumba, kä Rucki Zucki dëst Joar! Och als Eechternoacher as et mol goud oni!  Oder ? Am Plaz voan Nonnefiirz a verworelte Gedanken, get et lei am Norden voan Italien - nemmen zu deser Zeit di Denger lei op der Foto:  Ciacceri!     Mein klän indo-italienisch Enkelin Komal wees och schuns dass wan än dermat oafenkt, hélt än net mi op bis kän mi do sën!  


Dat ass och Echternoacher Konsequenz a Logik ! Ma lossen is net ophalen! Schu goar net wa Foasicht as!  An do se mer da schu näs beim Thema!


Also zreck zur Foasicht!


Also eigentlich hoan ich zwu verschidde Virsteelungen zur Foasicht.   Als Echternoacher woaren do di best Zeiten, wi ich der su 17 bis 25 woar.  


Als Kand virdroan, war dat en aner Saach a wi ich mat 7, 8, 9 Joar zesoamen mat Deckesch Will als Journalisten an Kameraleit durch d'Gassen gezogen sen an d'Leit interviewst hoan, war jo och net schlecht!!


Ma di eigentlich best Zeit waren di Joaren wu mer noats als Bänkelsänger durch Echternoacher Wirtschafte gezore sen. D'Geisens Gitta woar do emmer mat virop! Den Huby's Lou, d'Sonia Michaeli, de Gillens Vic... ! De Basar an der Halergaas mat  der Tata Loulou an der Tata Lina, war d'Zentral voam Ganzen. Lei gufen Texter gemach iwer de lokale Beschass, iwer d'Monsanto di demols do komme sollt, mat de Geisha Medercher, di d'Echternoacher Familie gifen aussernän roppen asw an och soss su moanich Allusiun a Spiichterei, fär di mer net nuren d'Löschenhaus, d'Stross durch de Park oder aner mi gruss a richtig "Affäre" gebraucht hoan!


Et woar dat en Fräd fär is -op als Bankelsänger, Réimer aus de Löschen, oder sugoar als Wiknger aus dem hien Norden - op déi besonnisch beim Jonny, beim Dokter, beim Anneli am Oberbaiern, beim Hariichen an Eéistrich, , béi Judds Sieg an Hoveleck, der Bomi an der Sauergass, beim Erich op der Gare, bei Kontisch Emil a beim Anita oam Moart gewoart guff. D'Léidertexter gufen ausgedreckt an ausgedält, a su moanich Kopi dervoan, léit och noach haut lei an lo an em Auszock - su hoat fréier mol en Tirang gehäscht!


An da woar do di aner Seit, di aner Zeit: 
die Zeit wu d'Foasicht an d'Foasbaler eben d'Saison waren fär d'Koaderjoacht. Wu et iss drem gangen ass, fär änt, oder der e Poar "opzeroppen". A wu och d'Meedercher an di jonk a manner jonk Fraen op dat selwicht auswoaren...Pure Genoss - neist mat Valentine oder su!  An der Zeit no 1968 war dat en zimlich hemmungslos Geschicht. Net nuren d'Meedercher, ma och di mi oder manner bestoate Fraleit voan Echternoach - an di beigeproaft - hoan demols kän Maske gebraucht, fär d'Mask, di opgespengelt Haouer an och e Poar Klädongsstecker falen ze lossen! E richtige Genoss, fär all déi di do konnte matmachen! 
Hir Meener suzen am Ardennes oder an der Marquise an hoan sich vollafen geloss, an sie woaren am bonten Dreiwen am Pudel, a Kneppisch, an der Marquise an an den déisteren schummrige Baren ennerwee, fär auszeschecken, wi hire "Moartwärt" weer! Oder su!.  An ich giff lei net soen dass do su munchen Auto - sugoar e poar mol an derselwichter Foasnoacht mat ofweeselnder Beseezong -  op de Promenaden an de Feldwéer op Thull, op Troo, an em de Mélickshof oder beim (am?) Joachtheischen op Manertgen,  gewackelt a geschaukelt hott, wann ich et net wisst. An sugoar fär e richtigt Beet an äm voan den Hotellen ze fannen, woaren d'Kréativitéit an di "kriminell Energie" oft su richtig gruss!


Ich hoffen, an hoan och kä Grond  fir oanzehollen, dass dat no meinen Freveljoaren eriwer war - färwat och? Ma mi spitt se mer dann all bestoaderich geen an/oder fortgaang. Mer hoan iis "entweckelt" an op aner Topichkäte konzentréiert. An et hott sich net mi su gepasst! Oder vleicht net mi su häfig, oder net mi su intensiv! Oder eben zumindest emmer manner. Oder su!


Lo sën ich jo dann awer oan d'Schärme komm.  Ich schreiwen dat lei op em ganz geméitlichen Owend, ganz elän op e Foassowend a meiner Datscha bei Como! Dschunkelmusi , net allzehoart iwer Internet am Hannergrond, e Patt italienische Rudden voam Nino selwer ofgezaapt, an d'Gedanken zimlech verwurelt zu Echternoach.


Ich lesen dese "Poust" och net mi no, soss did ich e vleicht ewechwirfen.


Ich hale lo op, holle mer en Zigar aus der Këst, an tirmen wohl awer noach e bessi iwer di Foasgeschichten am Pudel, d'Onnenzoppen doarno, di wackelich Autoen op de Felder. A vleicht machen ich mer sugoar e Poar Iddien fär zu dem Thema mol eppes mi Langes ze schreiwen... Iwer d'Foasicht an iwer di Echternoacher Jongen a Médercher,kän anert möcht ich frein, e su en Drëppche mei Jengelchen, d'Pankouchsfiewer, iwer d'Hutschel mat der Butschel, an dat Emgerits erop, an d'Noas flatig drop...


Kän Angst: et werd kän Nimm neenen.! Obschunns ?!


Hoaschli, Hoaschli, de Bockel voller Flih, den Oasch voller Leiss! Gess zu Léwen nemmi weis!!


An dann och noach: 
A wém dat lei, net passt dé spéitzt et raus, a scheert sich bei der Deiwel a blei d'Flantermaous!    


Dém än, gät dest, dem aneren dem gät daat! Di än di gi bei d'Meedercher di anerer hoan es saat ( Alternativ: di aner gin an d'Staat...!)

Not aliens, but CIA, MI5 and Goddy knows who visited my blog!

I just made an interesting discovery on my blog statistics : around Jan 20th, there was aan absolute peak of visitors with well over 250 page views!!

This led me to find out what my subject had been on that date:
In fact I had  put on a satyr on " terrorists going on strike". It was for me a way of having some fun with a subject and playing around extensively with words such as bombs, blasts, terror and stuff of that kind.
The regular visitors to my blog -- hello to you few all !!    -- did look me up, but frankly there were well over 100 new visitors !!!
They must have been attracted by all those keywords that their machines and googles locate all over the net: bombs, bomb, blast, shoot, kill, terror, rockets, terrorist!!!  Enjoy?

So I'll check on Monday to see if my statistics are again sky-high.
If this post has again attracted all the secret services of the world!

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Frankly it would be fun to play with those spy-guys from CIA, Swift and what have you!!!. Especially since my real terrorist friends tell me that the use terms like:  water, bible, soft-drink, flower, Jesus and the like when they talk about bombs, blast, shoot, kill, terror, rockets, terrorist    (hehe: I did it again!   Having fun ??)
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"It would be so easy to save my life..."

A young lady of early fourty from  Echternach just told me this during a lengthy discussion via Skype. Her at a small village in Ohio, USA , me at my little datscha in the mountains near Como.
Yasmine has been a school pal of my daughter Viviane and I remember that she lost her dad pretty early. Mr Ungerbuhler had been a very modest and quiet guy who ran the Cafeteria Services at Monsanto in Echternach in the 1970ies and early 80ies.
Yasmine was quite often around my home during the years when I was alone to educate  Viviane and her brother Roby and when the two girls were around 17-21 (an exciting age for them and for the single parent :-) )
When she was travelling to seek her own personality and build her life, Yasmine fell in love with this young black boy from the Cleveland Ohio area; she married Tim, and moved to what many of us considered at that timethe "Promised" land America.


The couple still lives reasonably happily together in a small house; they have one young daughter; Tim runs a bar and she had an office job that she liked. They could have been just another happy couple loving their life in the Mid West of America.


Until health and fate struck - and the great United States of America had no wellfare system to catch her and take care of her. No Krankekees, no Gesondheetskees,  no 1st Class and not even a 3rd class, no question of a telephone or a TV at the bedsite, no nothing!


Yasmine was told that her two kidneys were at the end of their life-time but that there was a way to keep her going. She now needs Dialysis!  Two to three nights a week getting her blood cleaned, attached to tubes at a Clinic!

I found out today that Big-Smile Yasmine can also be a very angry young woman with sheer hatred against the hypocrisy and stupidity of her fellow Americans. 
Her increasingly serious kidney problem means that she urgently needs a transplant.  She is dead-tired on the day following her dialysis and feels strong and well really only every now and then. She obviously had to give up her  job and the young family is fully hit by what most of us watch devellop on our TV set: the Drama of the American Health Security System.


I asked Yasmine this evening if she could not register for a transplant both in America and in Europe? She said no she wasn't allowed to do so.
She had a donor with an appropriate kidney and was getting ready for the transplant.   And then his kidney was considered to be to small.  -  I don't remember Yasmine as a particularly heavy or tall person , but after all you have to accept what the Medical Authorities tell you.


When talking about this all, she broke open:  


"Yep...putting me on dialysis makes a whole bunch more money than giving me a kidney"

you know that if America would just come off that religious high horse they could grow me a kidney...from my own DNA...rejection and all solved.....

This is all politics and the reign of the mighty dollar..

Oh don't get me started on this shitty health care mess

I don't get Americans with all their puritan..."prairy leave me alone governemnt views"

We then went on talking recommending each other tv shows and books and websites.
She was to angry, I was to shocked and embarrassed.
How has this friend of my daughter deserved this, just by chosing her loved-one somewhere in America, rather than in Europe like most of her friends.!


I recommended my admired writer friend Sam Harris www.samharris.org  

She suggested  Bill Maher:  http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/12/11/60minutes/main5968057.shtml

and of course Michael Harris and his films.

We agreed to talk again very soon.   
She thanked me for having allowed her to let some steam off. There weren't many around her where she could speak out what she thinks. Thank God or the Pastafarian Monster her hubby Tim is an understanding and loving person. 
I thank Yasmine for letting me know and maybe one day understand more of this weird world.

I'll be back with Yasmine. And you'll hear about her on this blog! 

Please comment (below) if you care.

I'm  to angry to do so now!

Hedge Funds Review announces ALFI's move to HKG

Good news come again first in international publications.  Hedge Funds Review is clearly  the best informed publication on the Funds side of Luxembourg Business.

Here it hits agai

  

http://www.hedgefundsreview.com/hedge-funds-review/news/1590466/exclusive-luxembourg-funds-association-set-hong-kongtp

Taxes, black accounts and all that

The affair around the payment of 2.5 Million Euro by the German Government to the guy who sells them the names and details of 15.000 discreet or secret Swiss bank accounts, makes me think of a few side effects that this matter does certainly have.

Where is the seller located? Switzerland? Germany? Luxembourg ??
Does he pay tax on what will soon be "his" income?  Where?
Will his payment be made to a black Swiss bank account?
Or will it go to those similarly hated Cayman Islands?
Or does he know of a good laundering system?
Or is the German Government involved in a dirty deal?
Or is it all a staged affair, to scare more Germans away from Switzerland?

Will Mr Schäuble be asked to respond to all these questions?
Would my expert friend Egide Thein please take over from here??

Nach dem Mittagsmahl, machte der Herr Bischof einen...

Haut war ech rem de ganze Nometteg - nach einem vortrefflichen Mittagsmahl - mat zwee Business Partner am Elch op der Gréiwelsbarrière.
Do ass én - niewent oder no der Expérienz am Restaurant - uewenop an e pur agreablen Reim welcome fir ze poteren oder ze schaffen! Einfach formidabel, wann een an engem klengen Team eppes beschwetze well, dobei vleicht mol en klengen Zigar verdengt huet (sorry Marie Paule Prost - wirklch ganz selten - an demnächst gur netméi!! ). Dat ass besser wi um Büro a schliesslech och méi efficace!

Eng Anekdot: (der huet een der mam Alter emmer méih!!) ass hei fälleg:

An de spéiden 60er Joaren wi ech jonke JournalisteSpunt am Journal war (zesummen mam Roby Goebbels!) ass zu Miersch (oder Ettelbreck?) eng Haushaltungsschoul ageweiht gin mat engem genialen Reportage am Letzeburger Wort (d'Wort war demols -  virum Ruppert, nach grouss vu Format!).  

Den Artikel huet geschwat vun "die lieblichen Mädchen" hei, an "die  lieblichen Mädchen" do, an de beschof Lommel woar derbei asw. 

Dat ganzt huet natirlech mat engem super Iessen geendigt. An do stung dann an dene leschten Zeilen vum Wort-Artikel wurtwörtlich dat hei:

Nach diesem vortrefflichen Mittagsmahl machte der Hochwürdigste Herr Bischof einen

An domat war den Artikel eriwer!

Et muss e lo wessen dass déi Zeit, also virun Offset a Computer, all Zeil aus Blei gesat war, an et war offensichtlech, dass dem Wort do di lescht Zeil abhande komm war!  Et konnt e jo nu wirklech net unhuele si giffen rapportéiren, den Här Beschof hätt do nom Iessen e klengen...

An tatsächlech, wi mer gesicht hun hu mer op der Sportseit vum Wort di verluren Zeil fonnt, di dann do geheescht huet:

....      Rundgang durch das Gebäude.

"Madame, dir sidd eng Kouh!"

J'étais témoin aujourd'hui de l'accident assez grave à la Grévelsbarrière (devant le Elch). Je me suis occupé d'une impressionnante dame de 81 ans plutôt calme, pas  vraiment blessée qui était l'une des conductrices accidentées. Les ambulanciers l'amenaient à Kirchberg pour l'examiner. Elle m'a donné sur un petit bout de papier, préparé dans son portefeuille, le nom et téléphone de sa fille, pr que je l'a prévienne. La fille à crié :"Wat ass dat do da rem?  A wou ass dat?" J'ai répété: "Am Spidol um Kirchbierg. Wann der Iech un d'Réceptioun wennt, brengen déi Iech bei se." - "Ma Sie net! Déi as jo um Kirchberg gudd versurgt ! Ma den Auto? Wou ass deen dann? A wéi geseit en eraus?  Se sollen den Auto op kee Fall ewech huelen. Ech kommen. Sin d'Flicken schon do??".. etc etc. Mon dernier mot avant de raccrocher: "Madame, dir sidd eng Kouh!".

Hat ech Onrecht? Sin ech en onhéiflege Mensch?