Foot anatomy: Tutankhamun's sandals: the Egyptian foot

Sandales de Toutankhamon: le pied Égyptien

 

France

 Extreme progressivism and the total submergence of Regalian missions. Still no production.

This generation of politicians has a progressive credo that sacrifices children, teachers, innocents and, in general, anything to do with respect for the law, to allow perversions, deviations, addictions, crimes, misdemeanours and attacks on life perpetrated by "untouchables". The first consequence is that these untouchables abound.

Once the often irreversible damage has been observed, the devious but progressive and benevolent politician first brings out his rhetoric of irresponsibility: psychiatry, consciousness altered by drugs, discrimination against great-great-grandparents who have left a symbolic mark, troubled childhood - all arguments aimed at inverting causality and responsibility. The victim becomes the perpetrator. The untouchable criminal becomes a saint.

Then, in a fog of sustained media coverage, the devious, benevolent and humanist politician pulls out his box of "care" with various types of plasters. Freephone numbers, psychological units, investigations of all kinds, patches of money to fight "evil", discrimination and the "extreme droite". The politician on duty as Minister of the Interior brings out a company of CRS, an extension of 15 police officers, destroys a few squats, makes martial declarations and gives birth to mice that do a little trick and then go elsewhere. The few untouchables arrested are mostly released. Sentences are scrupulously assessed by the Judges, and extreme progressivism means that the cursor is all to the left. If an untouchable receives a sentence that is even remotely dissuasive due to public vindictiveness, the sentence enforcement judge will quickly come to the rescue of his freedom of action. And if faced with the horror of what has been committed and a well-furnished record, a justified deportation is decided after multiple appeals and all at the expense of the taxpayer, then the European authorities will come to the rescue of this unfortunate subject of persecution by an ex-colonial power.

As the same causes produce the same effects, the degradation of law and order continues, and as a good student of Bourdieu and a useful idiot of Gramsci, the devious, benevolent, humanist and militant politician is back at it again, with blatant contempt for the victims, while his social machinations, from EN to CAF and social security, are costing the French people 900 billion for results that are more mediocre every year.

After half a century of these ramblings, the progressive politician is savouring the full dimension of his benevolent actions. Virtual borders, an unlimited welfare state, 1.7 billion euros in AME (the only health insurance that reimburses everything at 100%), OQTFs whose acronym dare not be called deportation, and an unfalsifiable consequence: the submergence of the country by extreme violence, extreme drugs, attacks on security and personal integrity, and an ocean of debt.

Faced with this situation, the French are fairly passive, as their situation remains privileged. High standard of living, rising life expectancy, short working hours, early retirement, remote risk of war, maximum redistribution. A submerged France is still preferable to a rigorous France where production is necessary. But will it last? Progressives, from Argentina to Greece, assert it against all the evidence. Even in the EU, no one "believes" it, and more and more countries are pursuing the opposite policies. Will our exception be the death knell of the nation? We may well fear so. There can be no future without a strong economy, not based on public spending but on products made in France. We're waiting for the Paracetamol factories and the reactors of the great national bankruptcy called EDF. The truth is, with 900 billion in social spending, we don't have a penny left. And we're naked, with no industry, no operational army, no export-oriented agriculture. Getting our act together means nothing: we have to produce, work, learn and innovate. Progressivism has become an obstacle, an enemy within.

Water resources and abstraction agreements for farmers, landowners, businesses and public institutions: economic rationale

 https://knowledgeproblem.substack.com/p/water-water-everywhere-and-nary-a?r=1l8fkb&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&fbclid=IwAR0xGG9zNwpRyFecca_GsqTyddg3t1lCmD-6IOC1hOkHgn5nAfSBmzbqx1s

Touring Israel Tiberiade

 

visitIsrael

Are some conservatives nostalgic of left authoritarianism?

 https://www.theamericanconservative.com/making-sense-of-red-nostalgia/?fbclid=IwAR2HgyENmTwU5Kdea5iI0XuFTa3hlQlg9tHUivTyqvTUeBgK4UePt4AZK68

Reste à charge ou mieux out of the pocket en soins: stop au misérabilisme

Ménages

Individus

 https://www.healthsystemtracker.org/indicator/access-affordability/out-of-pocket-spending/#Average%20out-of-pocket%20health%20spending%20per%20capita,%20US%20dollars,%202021%20or%20nearest%20year%C2%A0%C2%A0 

Est-ce une faille dans la causalité anthropogénique du changement climatique? Is this a flaw in the anthropogenic causality of climate change?

https://journals.lww.com/health-physics/Fulltext/2022/02000/World_Atmospheric_CO2,_Its_14C_Specific_Activity,.2.aspx

Please read the paper and the different comments.

Photovoltaïque sur le balcon en kit "plug and produce".

 https://www.revolution-energetique.com/des-panneaux-solaires-a-fabriquer-et-accrocher-a-son-balcon/

Rien n’est précaire comme vivre

 Rien n’est précaire comme vivre

Rien comme être n’est passager

C’est un peu fondre comme le givre

Et pour le vent être léger

J’arrive où je suis étranger

Un jour tu passes la frontière

D’où viens-tu mais où vas-tu donc

Demain qu’importe et qu’importe hier

Le coeur change avec le chardon

Tout est sans rime ni pardon

Passe ton doigt là sur ta tempe

Touche l’enfance de tes yeux

Mieux vaut laisser basses les lampes

La nuit plus longtemps nous va mieux

C’est le grand jour qui se fait vieux

Les arbres sont beaux en automne

Mais l’enfant qu’est-il devenu

Je me regarde et je m’étonne

De ce voyageur inconnu

De son visage et ses pieds nus

Peu à peu tu te fais silence

Mais pas assez vite pourtant

Pour ne sentir ta dissemblance

Et sur le toi-même d’antan

Tomber la poussière du temps

C’est long vieillir au bout du compte

Le sable enfuit entre nos doigts

C’est comme une eau froide qui monte

C’est comme une honte qui croît

Un cuir à crier qu’on corroie

C’est long d’être un homme une chose

C’est long de renoncer à tout

Et sens-tu les métamorphoses

Qui se font au-dedans de nous

Lentement plier nos genoux

O mer amère ô mer profonde

Quelle est l’heure de tes marées

Combien faut-il d’années-secondes

A l’homme pour l’homme abjurer

Pourquoi pourquoi ces simagrées

Rien n’est précaire comme vivre

Rien comme être n’est passager

C’est un peu fondre comme le givre

Et pour le vent être léger

J’arrive où je suis étranger

Louis Aragon