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    dressed up as “friends,”
    came countless times, my enemies,
    trampling the primeval soil.
    And the soil never blended with their heel.
    They brought
    The Wise One, the Founder, and the Geometer,
    Bibles of letters and numbers,
    every kind of Submission and Power,
    to sway over the primeval light.
    And the light never blended with their roof.
    Not even a bee was fooled into beginning the golden game,
    not even a Zephyr into swelling the white aprons.
    On the peaks, in the valleys, in the ports
    they raised and founded
    mighty towers and villas,
    floating timbers and other vessels;
    and the Laws decreeing the pursuit of profit
    they applied to the primeval measure.
    And the measure never blended with their thinking.
    Not even a footprint of a god left a man on their soul,
    not even a fairy’s glance tried to rob them of their speech.
    They came
    dressed up as “friends,”
    came countless times, my enemies,
    bearing the primeval gifts.
    And their gifts were nothing else
    but iron and fire only.
    To the open expecting fingers
    only weapons and iron and fire.
    Only weapons and iron and fire
    (Odysseas Elytis, Axion Esti (It is worthy),Translation: Edmund Keeley and George Savidis )

    ντυμένοι φίλοι
    αμέτρητες φορές οι εχθροί μου
    το παμπάλαιο χώμα πατώντας
    και το χώμα δεν έδεσε ποτέ με τη φτέρνα τους.

    Έφεραν το Σοφό, τον Οικιστή, και το Γεωμέτρη,
    βίβλους γραμμάτων και αριθμών,
    την πάσα υποταγή και δύναμη,
    το παμπάλαιο φως εξουσιάζοντας.
    Και το φως δεν έδεσε ποτέ με τη σκέπη τους.

    Ούτε μέλισσα καν δεν γελάστηκε

    το χρυσό ν’ αρχίσει παιχνίδι
    ούτε ζέφυρος καν, τις λεύκες να φουσκώσει ποδιές.

    Έστησαν και θεμελίωσαν

    στις κορφές, στις κοιλάδες, στα πόρτα
    πύργους κραταιούς και επαύλεις
    ξύλα και άλλα πλεούμενα,
    τους νόμους τους θεσπίζοντας
    τα καλά και συμφέροντα,
    στο παμπάλαιο μέτρο εφαρμόζοντας.

    Και το μέτρο δεν...
    έδεσε ποτέ με την σκέψη τους.
    Ούτε καν ένα χνάρι θεού
    στην ψυχή τους σημάδι δεν άφησε
    ούτε καν ένα βλέμμα ξωθιάς
    τη μιλιά τους δεν είπε να πάρει.

    Έφτασαν ντυμένοι «φίλοι»

    αμέτρητες φορές οι εχθροί μου
    τα παμπάλαια δώρα προσφέροντας.
    Και τα δώρα τους άλλα δεν ήτανε
    παρά μόνο σίδερο και φωτιά.
    Στ’ ανοιχτά που καρτέραγαν δάχτυλα
    μόνο όπλα και σίδερο και φωτιά.
    Μόνο όπλα και σίδερο και φωτιά.

    The deputy Prime Minister of the previous Greek governement, Theodoros Pagalos, had the nerve to admit on national TV that he had indeed embezeled public money. Only that's not how he put it. He said "We all binged together ", blaming politicians and citizens alike. And that was supposed to legalise his actions.
    But he didn't stop there. He is now publishing a book about the story of who,how and when in order to educate the public ( not sure on what : how they can do it too, or how to spot those who are doing it?) using crowdsourcing and inviting people to chip in with comments on the cases he documents and send in more examples of political (and not-political) fraud.

    Now the excuse "we all binged together" may sound super- logical to a six-year-old who says the exact same thing to his school teacher every single day. "George, stop talking to Mike". "Yeah, but MIke talked to me too". So, does the fact that this person was actually voted instead of beheaded in a central square of Athens, mean that we are a nation of six-year-olds? Well, if we are then it serves us right to have someone else tell us what to do and how, and send us to bed without supper. We have the goverment we deserve. We all do.
    Our enemies are here. Your here and mine. Does it make a difference that I know it and you know it? Does it make a difference that they know we know it? Will they change their ways? Will we change our attidude?
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