Taming the Shrew (to borrow the title and idea from Shakespeare) is a responsible job, and the larger area is shrew and to be tamed, the larger the staff involved in the job. The Balkans have always been untamed due to the incompatibility of the East and West in their major competition for leadership in the directions westwards and eastwards in search of new Americas to discover.
If there is a saying that quality cures, no matter that the quality matter might be inadequate for immediate use in an ailment, then the Bulgarian politician spectrum is the quality we need to be whole time engaged in neighbour relationships, on household, communal, regional, world, space, etc. levels, fixing problems that are progressively orderly and well classified along the vertical line, though we have to cope with them on the horizontal line.
It is obvious that the pie chart of the programs of the political parties is promising to accommodate the Bulgarian Parliament with professional politicians working for professional businessmen, working, in turn, for professional politicians of higher ranks, working for professional businessmen on higher levels, and so on. If one program has already been used for economic alterations, it is now in the social sphere and is introducing the stability of allowed oppositions, where a program based on social relationships, it is now giving ideas about economic development.
In line, here is my latest poem about how charmed I was to see in person a former minister of education, very charmed indeed as I spent half of his mandate looking for a job, and half in criticizing the absurdity of tramping down on the education system to be able to unhitch it from the socialist basic criteria and links and prepare its progressive uprising reform for the establishment of education as one of the many businesses supporting, and supported by, all the other businesses. No wonder a parent during that ministers mandate warned me that he would do everything so I nowhere got a teaching job- the parent was a businessman doctor, more or less the god of survival.
To/From The Marketplace
To/from the marketplace I walked
Past politicians live campaigning
I asked myself the question long:
'Do the survivors double playing-
once at the table con opponents,
once at the table con themselves-
chase in a chain creating problems,
or cheat on all their close friends
To/from the marketplace I walked
Met politicians self-campaigning
Like kings saluted by their courts
Like cats round open trap doors playing
The city, in its work day plunged,
was stepped in skills con new conditions
All played their games at tables large
All carried grudges strong, ambitious
To/from the marketplace I walked
And took along my own life
All through my past with smile mocked
Ahead to traps of pride and strife
V.P.T. 30.06.2009
V.P.Toucheva 2.07.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
