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Noul episod BARICADE îl aduce în prim-plan pe Cătălin Striblea și Radu Naum, într-o dezbatere despre tema care domină agenda publică: „Magistrații scufundă România?" Discuția urmărește evoluția sistemului de justiție din ultimele două decenii: – controversele legate de pensiile magistraților și modul în care acestea au fost construite în timp – intențiile inițiale ale ministrului Stoica și distorsiunile care au apărut pe parcursul reformei – formarea unui bloc solid în interiorul Justiției și efectele asupra funcționării statului – absența unei reacții politice consistente – blocajul negocierilor care menține tensiunea între puterile statului 00:00:00 Promo 00:01:40 Nu vorbim de trafic, dar…… 00:04:30 Un banc cu pensionari 00:05:10 De ce așteptăm pensia 00:08:05 Cine va plăti pensiile 00:10:17 Injustiții legate de Justiție 00:14:40 Magistrații scufundă România. Argumentația lui radu Naum 00:17:30 De la inițiativa dl. Stoica la realitatea zilelor noastre 00:21:00 Tăieri semnificative versus tăieri ritualice 00:24:20 Comportamentul magistraților 00:30:00 Savonea și abuzurile 00:35:00 Nu se face curățenie în breaslă 00:41:00 Sistemul are power brokeri 00:42:25 Negocieri blocate 00:48:30 Teme pentru clasa politică 00:52:20 Politicul în Curtea Constituțională 00:58:50 Deficitul României 01:01:50 Tăcerea unor magistrați. Lipsește curajul? 01:08:00 Problema magistraților - Nicușor Dan versus Ilie Bolojan 01:14:40 Ce nu a înțeles AUR 01:15:50 Rezolvarea problemei din ediția trecută. Dl Naum încă nu a rezolvat-o 01:17:18 Care e cel mai bun lucru care s-a întâmplat în România după 1989? Dar cel mai rău? - Așteptăm răspunsurile în comentarii

The Time Riders: Part 9 Planning Another Vacation Time Travel. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Cast of Characters: Mark Simmons: 18 year old High School grad, enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life. Uses various aliases in traveling. Rebecca 'Becky' Fischer: Mark's Physics teacher. Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling. Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary. Chester Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living in 17th Century French village. Cardinal Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke'. Statesman and Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne. Alexandra D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed. Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual. Dhallyla: Mark's mother. Roxy: Mark's sister. Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by Becky, dark complexion. Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely. Flavius: Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia, protective father of Dometia, Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation by Roman court. The Retiallis: A gladiator of the Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes to Sumeria. Rullus: A bulky gladiator of huge physical dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria. Achilleia: A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria. Roxy stomped out of his room, trying to not slam the door behind her. Once he heard her heading down the stairs, Mark sank onto the corner of his bed and exhaled loudly, another shiver running up his spine. He suddenly had to pee. Had he really told Roxy the truth? He hadn't planned to, but he didn't exactly know what he planned to tell her, either. Now that he thought of it, telling her the truth was even more ridiculous than any appreciable lie he could have come up with, wasn't it? Of course she wouldn't believe him about a time machine, and she was quite reasonable not to. Just because it was true didn't mean she was committing an error in judgment. But now what? He had no idea how long her coerced 'promise' would hold her. She was really hot under the collar, and Roxy didn't take losing well at the best of times. He'd just have to be careful, he supposed. More so. He sighed and looked down at her little weed pipe, still in its baggie. In a moment of panic, when Roxy had been standing over him and threatening to slug him across the jaw, he'd made an instant decision; taking a lesson from his playbook with Becky; and resolved that he would get into Danni's house and filch the pipe, because he knew Roxy kept it there. He'd heard her talking over the phone about it with Danni at various points, and never really thought anything of it. Until now. He was familiar with Danni's house, since she'd been best friends with Roxy since they were little. When the two families were having dinner together, the girls had often dragged Mark upstairs and dressed him in girl's clothes and put makeup on him, like he was a doll for their tea parties. He also knew that Danni's parents didn't care if she smoked, because he'd heard Roxy lament this fact over the phone, wishing her parents were that cool. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do the math of all this in his head. It would take Roxy thirty minutes to reach Danni's house in her car, to ask what the Hell had happened. But Danni would protest, insisting she'd never betray her friend and give Mark the pipe. Then she'd prove it by showing Roxy it was exactly where it was supposed to be, which was taped inside to the top of her underwear drawer. Only it wouldn't be there. Unless Mark went back to Danni's place and stashed it again, before the girls got up to her room. And then got out again. That'd really fuck with Roxy's head, and make Danni think Rox had gone insane. It took eight minutes for Mark to fire up and prime the Holmes Field Device, which was sitting in a corner in the basement that no one ever used. It was dead space, and as safe as any place else could be that wasn't Becky's basement. Eight minutes to prime it and program in the coordinates and the time. Like, literally a minute after he'd apparently gotten the pipe out of there to begin with. What? His mind was almost spinning at the logic flips. He had to return the pipe before he actually stole it? When did he steal it if he hadn't done it before returning it? And did that mean he had to steal it twice? He could account, apparently, for Danni not being in her room the first time, because he'd seemingly gotten away with it. If he landed a minute or so after he had burgled her, he would have the time he needed, he hoped, before she came back from wherever she was. Return it; steal it later, when no one is looking, then return it; I think. He heard the distinct sound of Roxy's Mustang roaring away down the road angrily. He somehow doubted that he had thirty minutes. What if he miscalculated and got caught? The obvious issues aside, how did he explain the Holmes Field Device? Could he explain it? People in this era thought time travel was fanciful sci-fi, after all. What happened then? He dropped the baggie on the bed, clasped his face in his hands and groaned, the number of calculations he needed to do making his head hurt. He really needed to stop pulling his solutions out of his ass, he was going to give himself a time-hemorrhoid. Time was wasting. "Wow, Mark," Becky mused as she sat in her lounger, sipping at the Falernian wine. Her bottles were almost gone, and they'd soon have to go back to their secret place in the woods and get more. It had been a rather involved operation, getting the giant vats aged a certain number of years back in the Roman era, then transporting them into the present and burying them again, so that they had a large stock of perfectly aged wine. "You sure like to play with fire, don't you?" "Tell me about it," he said wearily, as he sat on the couch, long pull drink from his own wine glass. "Can't believe it went off without a hitch." "You were near death that first night with me," Becky said rather somberly, concerned about the stress on her student's face. "And that only required one trip on your part, and my belief in myself. This little circus, however, I'll be amazed if your time cops don't show up to lecture you again. You'd deserve it." "I felt trapped, okay?" he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. He knew Becky was right, and he didn't want to snap at her. It had just really worn him out. He'd lost track of when he was supposed to be there, and how often. He'd eventually concluded that dumb luck had saved him from criminal charges, not to mention any other headaches. "I just; when telling her the truth didn't make her go away, I jumped into my playbook, which at this time, consists of what I did with you." "What would you have done, exactly, if she'd believed you about the Holmes Field Device?" Becky queried, looking at him with interest. He considered and gave a halfhearted shrug. "I guess I knew she wouldn't, because if I told Roxy I was a guy, she'd yank my pants down to make sure. But to answer your question, I; I dunno. I was just really outta options." "I know you know this, Mark, but we obviously have to find ways for you to be even more careful," she said in a gentle tone. "You haven't timelocked yourself yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if you came really close there." "No shit," he muttered, scowling at his glass. "Sorry, just stressed." "Oh, poor baby," Becky cooed, getting out of her seat and coming over to sit down next to Mark. She pulled him into lean on her and then rested his face between her opulent tits, knowing exactly the effect this would have on him. "Just relax, it's all fine now." Mark sighed and nuzzled into her tits, relaxing a little. His teacher's scent and her glorious softness had a calming effect on his frazzled nerves. "Uhd, we should go on vacation in some remote time for a year or so. I could use it." Becky giggled, stroking her fingers through her student's dark hair. "If only we could." "Well, why couldn't we?" Mark reasoned, still nuzzling and refusing to leave his nest. "We've got a time machine, don't we?" "Mark, a two-week vacation is one thing, but longer stretches are problematic." "Why?" Becky sighed and put down her wine, opting to just hold him while he nuzzled her boobs. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the sensation, after all. She knew that Mark, even though he was at least as experienced a time traveler as she was at this point, was still an eighteen-year-old boy, who had failed her Physics course. He just wasn't good at this stuff yet. But he took her with him readily, and she would have all the patience in the world until he caught up. If he ever did. "Mark, let's say you and I did indeed go on vacation for a year, somewhere in the time stream," she began, still stroking his wavy, dark hair. "And let's say we left tonight." "Sounds good, I'm in," Mark replied in a muffled tone. She smirked and continued. "And we come back after a year, to, say, an hour after we left, no one would notice, right?" "That's the beauty of it," he agreed, nodding in her boobs. "But we'd notice," she pointed out. We'd be a whole year older than when we left. When you got back, everyone would be trying to celebrate your nineteenth birthday, when, in reality, you're twenty. And you're the only one aside from me who knows it. Thanks to my captivity in the Louvre, I'm already a month older than our calendar indicates, so my birthday is technically inaccurate." He paused as he considered what she was saying. "And let's say, God forbid, that the time machine broke down somewhere in the past," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone. "Neither of us knows how to fix it, and there's absolutely no guarantee that we'd be able to find someone who could. What if it took the two of us five years to repair it, against all odds? We'd arrive back, an hour after we left, if we could, and everyone would notice we were magically five years older. I'd be thirty, you'd be twenty-three. We'd both look somewhat older, undoubtedly. How would we account for that?" Mark said nothing, just listening. "The only alternative would be to arrive five years in the future, to make up the difference, but then we've been AWOL with no explanation for five years," she continued. "Sure, maybe you can say you joined the merchant marines without a moment's notice, but what would I say?" She took his chin gently and turned his head to look up into her blue eyes. "We can't mess with the time stream and people's lives like that," she said quietly, almost sadly. "We're not from an era where time travel is the norm and people know what to expect." "You sure know how to take the fun out of time travel, Becks," he sighed, shaking his head. She giggled and cradled him in her bosom again, knowing he didn't mean it. "Silly," she cooed, jiggling her tits against his face a little. "You know better than anyone how much fun I can be in the time stream." "Yeah, that's true," Mark admitted, smiling and turning over on his back to look up at her while he lay in her lap. She was wearing black yoga pants, and a tight tank top and gave her impressive bust lots of breathing room. "But I really could use a little time away, to be honest. This nonsense stressed me out." "I'm sure it did, and hopefully you'll start thinking about these things ahead of time," she agreed, poking him in the nose. "In terms of what we could do, I have been giving the matter some thought." Mark raised an eyebrow. Becky never had bad ideas. Not compared to his, in any event. "I'm all ears." "Hardly," Becky giggled, reaching her hand down to gently cup his crotch beneath his jeans. "Let me explain first. You're not the only one with a predicament, although mine isn't necessarily self-inflicted." "Still listening," Mark said dryly, noticing the cheerful jibe. "It's difficult, being separated by three months the way we are," Becky said, caressing his cheek. "You, the Mark lying in my lap, you're from my upcoming summer. Me, I'm still waiting for the school year to finish. And three times a week, I see you in my classroom, and have to remind myself that the you sitting in that desk is not only still a minor, still, but has absolutely no idea about any of this." Mark said nothing, considering. "And I have to constantly be on guard, making sure I'm not sitting behind my desk, gazing at you dreamily in an off moment, or reminding myself not to sext you from the bathroom." "Damn, now I kinda wish you had," Mark mused, making her snicker. "Silly. What I'm saying, is that I think in the very near future, we'll need to not see each other for three months, as agonizing as that sounds, so that I can catch up with you." Mark screwed up his face as he thought about that. "That does sound sucky." "Oh, it won't be for you," Becky pointed out. "You get to hop on your time machine and return to three months from now, just like you always do every time we meet up. You won't even notice the difference. But you've also very tacitly avoided my future self for now, haven't you?" He nodded. "Yeah, you said to. Not that hard; it's a big city, and you told me where you tend to be at any given time, so it isn't much of a challenge." "Well, I want to catch up," Becky said firmly. "I want us to be on the same relative time frame, so that we don't need to worry about twists and so on, where things can go wrong. And if that means not seeing this you for three months," she whispered, placing her hand gently on his crotch, "and no time travelling for me because you've got the Holmes Field Device, then I'll manage. But it needs fixing, Mark." "Okay, done," Mark agreed, nodding. "But you mentioned something fun, which hasn't come up yet in this presentation so far." "Well," Becky began again. "I was thinking that we really should go and get Nanu and bring her forward with us. "It's not fair to leave her in that villa by herself. She doesn't really know how to look after herself, after all." "But we can keep visiting her," Mark pointed out. "She doesn't understand time travel, she'd hardly notice." "If we keep coming back to the same point in time to visit her, or at least within the same period frequently, it's true that little or no time will have passed for her," Becky said. "But we have our own lives, and goodness only knows when we'll have the time to pop out to Imperial Rome again. Years might pass for us before we can see her. How would we explain how much older we look to her?" "That again," Mark sighed, resenting the mathematical drudgery of time travel. "Yeah, that would freak her out. And as far as she's concerned, I'm still your slave, and she is too." "It's a notion I'll have to disabuse her of, once we bring her back here," Becky confirmed. "But I was thinking we'd have some fun when we go back and get her, and then she could stay with me. I'd spend our three months apart teaching her about our time and world, and when you meet us, we'd all be caught up together. Sound good?" "Well, I can't imagine it not being fun if you're around," Mark replied, grinning and sitting up, feeling considerably better after this talk with his teacher. "What're we gonna use to get the funds?" "Well," Becky said, making a cute show of thinking. "I've actually checked with that chroniques dealer? The one over on Adelaide that we were directed to?" "You've been busy!" Mark laughed, putting his arm around her shoulder. "I like to be prepared," she purred, snuggling into his side. "Anyway, I told him about my complete collection of Monchhichi minis that I inherited from my older cousin when I was young. Never did anything with 'em, because they just took up shelf space. But he's willing to give me a lot of money for them, apparently they're huge in the thirty-third century." "Well, of course they are," Mark said, rolling his eyes. "I; what the Hell are they, anyway? Never heard of 'em." "Oh, just collectible figurines from Japan in the Seventies, they look like cute little lolicon monkeys, along with a plushie toyline and several cartoons," she explained, waiving dismissively. "I couldn't care less about them, and if they make some person happy thirteen hundred years in the future, great. I'm getting lots of money for 'em." "Okay," Mark agreed, shrugging. "I was gonna sell my dad's Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots or Micronauts if we needed the geld. I'd probably get a good price on those, too." "You will," she confirmed. "But my lolicon monkeys are worth more, so we'll use them. So, we'll go see Nanu, tell her what's really up, have a lot of fun, spread my money around, and then bring her back. Sound good? I think two weeks of solid sucking and fucking should make you forget your woes." "I can hardly wait," Mark declared. "Why wait at all, big boy?" she purred again, as she undid his fly and bent her head down while fishing his cock out of his pants. Nanu sighed as she sat on the solium, kicking her legs back and forth slowly as she looked at the mosaic on the floor. It had been over a week now since she had seen anybody, let alone her mistress. As gorgeous as her surroundings were, this expansive villa hidden in the distant hills outside of mighty Rome, she was decidedly lonely. She'd never really spent any appreciable time by herself before Lady Aurora had purchased her from the Flavians. Despite her mistress' unwelcome absence, she found herself smiling as she thought of her. Lovely, lovely Lady Aurora Horatia; tall, with long, golden blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, sensuous lips that were always parted to show her white teeth and radiant smile. Her thoughts turned to the lady's other parts now, and she blushed. She thought of her mistress' lovely neck, supple shoulders, her large, perky bust, trim waist and glorious, tight ass. Nanu felt warm as she pictured Lady Aurora's cunt, which she kept smooth and clean; so unusual for a Roman patrician woman. She had long, strong dancer's legs, just like Nanu. She remembered how captivated she'd been while she watched Lady Aurora dance at the orgy. Bonosus. Lady Aurora's principal slave, and her lover. Dark, wavy hair, and deep brown eyes; he was unnaturally tall, at least to Nanu, with an athletic build, broad shoulders, and a small waist that was hard to the touch; and his cock was huge. It had felt like it was tearing Nanu apart when she rode on it with wild abandon. She came out of her reverie and looked around again, sighing forlornly. The villa was beautiful, with plastered walls covered in colorful frescoes, mosaic floors, indoor bathing chambers and toilets, beautiful gardens, a stream just behind the building, and all the delicious food she could eat. She had all the creature comforts any slave could ever want, but it was still quiet and lonely for her. She looked down at herself, using her fingers to pull slightly at the material of the top of the dress she wore. It was a spare garment, made of quality linen, one of several Lady Aurora had bought for Nanu from the Flavius family. Of course, the slave girl was thrilled beyond words to wear such a thing, and in all ways, she saw her ownership by Lady Aurora as a turning point in her life, the beginning of something wonderful beyond words. She and Bonosus were the luckiest slaves to ever live. But not if she was so very alone. Nanu, born into poverty in the tiny settlement of Akhmim in Egypt, the youngest of twelve children. Sold into slavery to the Flavians at a tender age to help feed her family, she'd lived a hard life, doing the most menial of tasks for the wealthy Roman family at their home in Tepihu, far up the Nile. But then they discovered she could dance, and dance well. She was sent to the principal Flavian household in distant Rome, a place she'd only ever heard of, and could never imagine. She danced for the patriarch and his wife, and they agreed to keep her on, as long as her legs held out. So Nanu danced relentlessly, determined to never return to the misery she'd known before. Within a year, she was the leader of the dancing girls the Flavians owned, and whatever jealousies the other girls might have held were quickly cast aside. Nanu understood that if she treated them all equally, she was more likely to prosper, rather than looking after only herself at their expense. She was lovers with all of them, and it wasn't long before she was fucking the lord and lady as well. Her position was as secure as a slave's could be under such circumstances. True, she was still punished, quite often for things beyond her control. But the Flavians were not overly harsh with her, having her flogged with short, thin reed brooms, to avoid scarring her. It hurt, and she cried, but she inevitably recovered, usually to be fucked by Master Flavius as she soon as she could walk. She left the chair and walked over to a small table, on which sat a highly polished silver mirror. She picked it up and looked at herself, pursing her lips, assessing her features. She'd always concluded that she was at least somewhat attractive, since men (and women) always wanted to fuck her. She was aware that being a highly trained dancer gave her a desirable physique for a slave, and her strong, taut muscles kept her cunt tight. Her tits were not overly large, but were pronounced from her torso, and jiggled when she danced or ran. She thought they swayed nicely when she walked. She had the creamy bronze skin of the people of the Black Lands, children of the pharaohs. Her thick hair was a glossy blue-black, and she kept it trimmed to just past her jaw, in the manner of women in her country. Her eyes were a warm hazel, with tawny flecks many of the other dancing girls described as bewitching and seductive. If only she could- "Well now, if it isn't everyone's favorite dancing slave," quipped a lyrical voice from nearby. Nanu's head snapped around and she cried out in delight as she espied Lady Aurora standing in the door nearby, with Bonuses just behind, looming over her and grinning. Nanu had been so wrapped up in looking at her reflection and feeling sorry for herself that she hadn't even heard them approach. "Mistress!" the Egyptian girl called out as she darted across the room and threw herself into Lady Aurora's waiting arms. "Magistra! How I Have Missed You!" "We've missed you too, Nanu," Becky said softly, hugging the shorter girl and kissing the top of her head while Nanu burst into tears. "I'm sorry we were away for so long." "It felt like forever, mistress, I won't lie," Nanu said, choking back her sobs before pressing her mouth to Becky's and kissing her fiercely. Becky returned the kiss gladly, and the women greeted one another with tangling tongues and wandering hands for nearly a minute before they needed to breathe. Nanu looked up at Becky now, her eyes still wide and wet with emotion. "May I; may I say hello to Bonosus, mistress?" "I'm pretty sure he's counting on it," Becky said, stepping aside and giggling as Nanu flung herself against Mark, kissing him feverishly, but with her hands predictably snaking down his frame and under his tunic to fondle his cock. "Goodness, girl, did those toys I left get no love from you in my absence?" "Oh, mistress, they got loved day and night," Nanu replied, turning to look at Becky since she was being addressed. "But I do not need to tell you that it is hardly the same as the real thing, as to have a real lover. And I am sorry if it makes me sound deficient, but; I am not good at being alone. I am not at all used to it." "Oh, I'm sorry, darling," Becky said as Mark picked Nanu up in his arms and carried her back into the room. Nanu had her arms around his neck, and seemed to be in absolute heaven, now that the two most important people in her life had returned. "But we're back now, and we have no intention of leaving you behind again." Nanu looked curious. "Won't leave me behind again; are we going somewhere, mistress? Are we to leave the villa?" "It will take some explaining, I promise you that," Becky answered, nodding. "But first, I think the three of us should fuck one another stupid all over the villa, don't you?" Nanu's face lit up at her mistress' suggestion and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress! I want to fuck you both until I cannot see or walk straight!" Becky made a grand gesture with her hand, taking in the whole villa. "Then you may pick where we fuck, my love. Anywhere, as much as you please. We await your pleasure." Nanu looked around in almost breathless excitement as Mark put her down. She didn't know where to begin, only that she wanted to fuck Mistress Aurora and Bonosus in every single area of the villa. She'd been so glum that she barely noticed how horny she was. Now the rampant feelings of lust washed over her, and her cunt was shamefully wet. She grabbed Becky's hand and pulled her excitedly along through the house. "This way!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want us to bathe and fuck!" Becky and Mark laughed as they followed the Egyptian girl into the small antechamber in front of the sudatorium, which Mark and Becky would normally identify as a sauna. They were amazed at the speed with which Nanu had not only removed her own clothes, but also undressed the two of them. Clearly she was in great need and had no intention of waiting. She had apparently lit the fire to heat the small room earlier in the day, for her own use, and now all she had to do was scrub the three of them down before bringing them inside. With a small sponge and rough linen cloths, she did this quickly. She then brought them into the sweat room, which was filled with steam already. Rocks in the little containment chamber over the brazier heated water and caused the steam, while small pouches of herbs hung over the rocks, and wine dripped through them to sizzle and evaporate, giving the steam a heady, aromatic quality that often left guests somewhat drunk. The three now stretched out on the wooden benches that lined the wall, sighing and relaxing for a moment before Nanu's eagerness overtook her. She crawled on top of Becky and kissed her deeply, squirming her body down into her mistress' while they fondled one another. Mark watched on lazily, knowing that the day was young, and it was best that he conserve his strength. Keeping up with Nanu's libido was no small task, not to mention Becky's once she got going. It wasn't long before the two girls were locked in a slippery, trembling sixty-nine, moaning as they lapped at one another's twats and fingered each other's puckered knots. Nanu came so hard she almost shrieked inside Becky's cunt, while the blonde goddess shuddered and speared her tongue deep inside her lover as she came, glazing Nanu's face with her cum. Both girls seemed almost to become puddles, sighing languidly as they lay together, bodies shining with sweat. Through the haze of steam, Mark could see them kissing one another's pussies gently, and the look on Nanu's face could only be described as rapture, mixed with a sense of relief and contentment. She was so happy her mistress had come back to her. But Nanu recovered quickly, turning her head to look at her fellow 'slave', whom she knew as Bonosus. Mark was lying on his side on the bench he occupied, idly stroking his cock. Nanu had already focused on his manhood like an arrow, and managed to extricate herself from Becky without disturbing her mistress' bliss, and crawled across the tile floor on all fours, her hazel eyes glinting. Without waiting, she knelt next to him, moved Mark's hand aside, and took his cock into her grip. She began stroking slowly and gently, before leaning in to kiss the swelling tool lovingly. She swirled her tongue around the head, then up and down the hardening shaft several times, her hand following her tongue. Then she popped her mouth around the head and slowly pushed down, humming as she moved wetly down his length. Mark sighed in pleasure and began running his hand through her raven hair. Becky now watched, caressing her creamy cunt as she gazed over at the lovers. Mark was half on his back, half on his side, while Nanu was kneeling on the floor, bent over and bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. Her tiny hand made a gentle twisting motion on the smooth skin of his shaft, following her warm, wet mouth. Becky smiled, knowing how great it was to give her student head, since she'd done it countless times herself now. Things would be so much easier for them all when she finally caught up with him in the timeline. Mark stroked down Nanu's back and reached her ass, giving one of the tight, perk cheeks a squeeze before nudging her. Nanu took the hint readily and stood up, clambering over Mark's face and looking down his body. The bench wouldn't have been big enough for Mark and Becky to do what was now happening, but Nanu was considerably smaller than Becky, and somehow managed. She leaned down his body, crying out suddenly as Mark pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue around her gooey cunt. She trembled and squirmed for several moments before composing herself and returning to the task of sucking on his cock hungrily. He was at full mast now, and Nanu's tiny hand could hardly fit around the girth of his shaft. Amazingly, though, she could take his manhood all the way inside her mouth, and down her throat readily. Becky's slave was as gifted as she was shameless, clearly. Nanu grunted as Mark slid one of his fingers inside her ass. Mark had larger hands than most people from her home era, and his finger was larger than some dicks she'd had back there before. Or at least, it certainly felt that way at the moment. She accepted the intrusion willingly, squirming back against his hand, and squeezing her tight tunnel around it while he massaged her cunt and clit with her tongue. She let out little moans, still bobbing up and down while giving Becky a sidelong look with heavily lidded, glazed eyes. Determined to not be left out, Becky slowly rose from her bench and wiggled over across the small area. She observed the setting with a critical eye for several moments, working out the logistics of how to best fit into this carnal puzzle. Just like she could not readily engage in a sixty-nine with Mark on these relatively (to them) narrow benches, she could not straddle him and fuck him to proper effect either. The answer presented itself quickly. She eased Nanu up into a sitting position over Mark's face, and if the slave girl was disappointed in having to relinquish that delicious cock, the feeling quickly gave way to yelps of delight as she sank her cunt even further down onto Mark's tongue, squirming and grinding lustily. Becky pumped and stroked Mark's cock steadily for several seconds, making sure he would stay hard. He was lying down the length of the bench, his tool ramrod-erect for her. She then stood and moved over his midsection, facing out into the tiny chamber. She bent her knees and reached under, steadying his throbbing cock while she guided it to her cuntlips. One she had him in place, she slowly sat down, sighing as he pushed up inside her steaming depths. Her ass come to rest on his hips, while she sat sideways on him, pinned to his cock. She closed her eyes and just savored the sensation for several seconds, her fingers flexing against his stomach and his knee, respectively. She finally opened her blue eyes and turned her head to smile at Nanu, who was moving up and down slowly on Mark's tireless tongue. Becky leaned in toward the slave, who immediately moved her torso forward to meet Becky. They kissed over Mark's long form, tongues tangling while Becky began to move up and down slowly, loving the feel of this unique position with him deep inside her. The threesome slowly squirmed and undulated against one another, time lost within the confines of the tiny, steaming chamber. The dim, amber light of the fire beneath the heated stones was their only illumination, but in this misty, ethereal sitting, it was utter perfection. The scent of spiced wine mingled with the aromas of bodies making love. Becky could taste the wine in Nanu's sweat as she drew her tongue along the girl's collarbone and over her tits. "I think it's about time for you to fuck Nanu and cum in her, Mark," Becky panted after several minutes of churning up and down on his thick rod. She was massaging and groping her tits, or Nanu's as she rode. The Egyptian girl had reached forward and was massaging her mistress' cunt dutifully as well. "It's been a few weeks for her, and you just filled me up this morning." "Relatively speaking," Mark quipped from beneath Nanu's writhing hips. "You sit on the bench and spread 'em, Becks, and she can kneel and lick you. I'll get behind her." Becky had no problem with this plan, and quickly coaxed Nanu off Mark's face, to kneel on the floor in front of her. Nanu's eyes widened with delight as Becky smiled and parted her legs, before reaching down with two fingers to spread her thick nether lips wide, exposing her glistening inner pink to the slave girl. Nanu practically dived in, and Becky grunted and almost jumped, clasping the girl's head suddenly, her feet leaving the floor. "Nuh, fuck!" she wheezed as Nanu began lapping at her like she was eating her last meal before she died. Her fingers gripped Nanu's black hair while she began grinding her snatch against the girl's face desperately. Nanu licked cunt like nobody's business. Mark, meanwhile, had positioned himself behind Nanu, and lined his cock up with her dripping twat, holding her by the ass cheeks. Nanu trembled while he slid his cockhead up and down her slippery lips, and against her tingling clit, making her squeak and whimper into Becky's cunt. He braced her for only the briefest of moments before sliding inside her without any warning, sinking in to the hilt. The Egyptian slave-girl wailed in ecstasy as he forced her wide, pinning her to him. Mark began fucking Nanu with a steady, strong pace, and she yelped into her mistress' cunt with each thrust, even while lapping at her pink twat hungrily. Her face was shining with sweat, and Becky's wetness, her tongue thick with the cloying sweetness of the blonde woman. Nanu's head was spinning in delight. Surely this was the heavenly afterlife? Becky almost curled up on herself, her fingernails threatening to leave grooves in Nanu's scalp as she shook uncontrollably and came, barely able to keep herself from screeching. She slathered Nanu's face in her essence, her entire body tingling with fire. Nanu shuddered and writhed, wailing as she came, her cunt tightening around Mark's cock fiendishly. As if on cue, Mark arched his back, gritted his teeth and growled, pumping all his cum inside Nanu, thrusting strongly. The trio rocked and writhed in depraved unison for close to a minute before Mark leaned forward on Nanu's back, breathing heavily. Becky sighed in exhaustion, sinking down on the bench, her cunt pressing into Nanu's face. The slave girl, pinned in place between her mistress and her fellow slave, simply held still, surrounded by warm, slick flesh and gently caressing fingers. She could still feel Bonosus throbbing deep inside her, and her mistress' cunt oozed against her mouth. She felt so blessed and safe like this. But then she looked up from between Becky's legs, her own glinting with eagerness. "Come! I know where we need to fuck next!" And with that, the Egyptian girl extricated herself from between them and wiggled quickly out of the room. Mark groaned and sagged forward between Becky's tits, and she held onto him wearily. "Now I know why we can't leave her for weeks on end," he mumbled in her cleavage. "Because we won't survive the backlog of fucking we need to do;” Nanu was sitting in the chair, her expression one of bewilderment. She seemed to have forgotten the goblet of wine in her hand, and she sat with her arms and legs tucked in close to her body. Clearly, she was confused and feeling uncertain about what she was hearing. "You're; mistress, you're not a Roman at all?" she asked quietly as she stared at Becky. They were sitting in the atrium of the villa, and it was a quiet evening. Birds sang, and a gentle breeze caressed their faces and the nearby blossoms as it dipped over the villa and into the central opening. Becky shook her head, knowing that this was going to take a lot of patience on her and Mark's part; and even more on Nanu's. Everything she was in the process of telling the girl would sound completely preposterous, even more so than Mark's explanation to his sister the day before. "No, Nanu, I'm not a Roman of any sort," the blonde woman confessed, trying to smile. "And my name is not Aurora Horatia. My name is Rebecca." "Rebekah?" Nanu queried, making a wry face. "That is a Hebrew name." She looked Becky up and down skeptically. "You don't look like a Hebrew." The slave girl looked at Mark. "And your name is not Bonosus, and you're not a Roman either?" He shook his head. "Nope. I'm Mark. And Becks is actually my teacher." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds and when she finally opened them, they were filled with worry. "Are; are you going to kill me?" Despite herself, Becky burst into giggle fits at the question. Nanu looked confused, and then slightly irked at the response from her 'mistress'. She thought it was a perfectly reasonable question, under these circumstances. She folded her arms, crossed her legs, and looked off at the sky over the far wall, annoyed. "I'm sorry, Nanu," Becky said finally reining herself in. "I wasn't laughing at you, I mean it. It just wasn't what I expected to hear at all, and we both love you too much to ever consider killing you. Hell, I'm not sure we could if we tried." "Well I don't know what to believe," sniffed the younger girl. "You've bought me, and taken me away from a comfortable, if not happy life, and nearly gotten me killed at least once, and then there was that; thing; that you two ride around on;” "The Holmes Field Device," Becky said, nodding. "It doesn't just take us where we want to go, it allows us to travel through time, which is why we are here at all." Nanu shook her head, indicating that she had no idea what Becky meant. The teacher leaned forward slightly, smiling. They weren't sitting that far apart, but she had allowed for a small amount of distance between them, so that Nanu didn't feel trapped or pressured if she took all this poorly. To be honest, she was taking it surprisingly well, even if she wasn't buying all of it. "Nanu, I apologize for asking simple questions, but please bear with me;” she said quietly, noticing that even if she was listening, Nanu was now staring at Becky's cleavage, framed between her arms while she sat forward. Mark was staring too. Some thing would never change. "You understand the concepts of yesterday, today and tomorrow, yes?" Nanu nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress." "Do you ever wish you could visit days that have gone by?" Becky asked. "Like maybe go back and visit your childhood, or meet some member of your family who was lost years ago? Or even see the Sphinx getting built?" The girl looked confused again. "Suh-finx?" Becky looked at Mark, hoping for some help. He still had the chip that let him speak Egyptian in his head. He pondered the issue for a moment before the tiny computer in his noggin gave him the answer. He looked at Nanu and smiled. "Horemakhet." Nanu's eyes went wide. To see the Horus of the Western Horizon being built by the gods. She shook her head. "What you say is impossible!" Becky smiled now, not blaming Nunu for her disbelief. "Nanu, a long time ago, people would have thought that chariots were impossible, that mastering fire and steel were impossible. But you know they're not just possible, you know that these things are fact." Nanu nodded, willing to listen to her beloved mistress, who apparently wasn't her mistress. But she listened. "Mark and I come from many, many tomorrows away, a time many years from now. That device that we travel on, it allows us to do it." The Egyptian girl screwed up her face, trying to understand. She thought she'd heard outlandish things in her life before, but this was so far beyond her conceptions and experience that it sounded like a ridiculous fable her grandmother would tell her. But she had stepped on the wondrous device, and it had taken them somewhere far away from Rome in the blink of an eye, and back. She could not deny this had happened, even if she didn't understand it. Which brought up a big question for her. "Why do you do this?" she queried, looking at each of them. Mark shrugged. "It's fun to move through time and do things." Another skeptical look from Nanu. "You think it's fun to have the gladiators of Rome try to kill you?" Mark faltered slightly. "I; well, no, not that part." Becky giggled. "No, Nanu, that part is unplanned. Mark and I like to travel to different times, to see important events, and to fuck there." Nanu tilted her head curiously at the statement. "What it so important about fucking in these places?" Becky considered her answer. "There's nothing important about it, you're right. But it's still fun. We love to do these things, because almost no one else can. And hopefully it's exciting but not dangerous. If we didn't do this, we never would have met you, and we wouldn't be fucking you now. And we both wouldn't be crazy about you." Nanu's stomach was in her feet as she thought about what her mis; what Rebekah was saying. She was horrified by the thought now that she might never have met them, they she might not have been bought, or living here, in freedom, and getting fucked to her little heart's content. "But if you are not; not from today;” she murmured, trying to formulate her thoughts around these strange concepts. "Then you will keep leaving me. You might come back, but you will keep leaving." Becky could see the tears welling in Nanu's eyes, and she rose from her chair and moved to sit with the smaller girl, cradling her into her bosom as Nanu tried not to cry. "Oh, Nanu, I'm sorry," she cooed. "I didn't realize how hard it was for you to be alone." "I've never been alone," sniffled the raven-haired girl, wrapping her arms around Becky's waist tightly, unwilling to let go. "My whole life, I've never been alone for so much as a day, never mind a week. It was terrifying. I'm a slave, you know." Becky caressed her fingers through Nanu's hair and kissed the top of her said. "I understand now. And I am sorry. But Mark and I wanted to talk to you about that, actually." Nanu choked back a sob and looked up at Becky, ready to hear what she had to say. "Mark and I want to bring you with us," Becky explained, using a thumb to wipe some tears from Nanu's cheek. "Come back to our time, and perhaps take you with us on our adventures." Nanu's eyes went wide. "L; leave Rome?" Becky shrugged. "Is there anyone left for you to care about?" "Well, no." Nanu admitted. "And as I've already told you, Mark and I are crazy about you, so since we cannot stay here in Rome with you, maybe you should come with us, Becky continued. "I love having you around." Nanu's face lit up at Becky's words, but then a cloud passed over her face as things occurred to her. "But I; know nothing about this place you are from. How would I live?" "Well I would teach you, of course," Becky replied, smiling. "And it'll probably be terrifying at first, since you will see things you cannot even imagine, but Mark and I will protect you and help you learn." "I; would stay with you?" Nanu asked in a voice begging for assurance. Becky nodded. "You won't leave me alone?" The blonde woman smiled. "Well, I might have to step out the door once in a while to go and get food, or go to my job, but I won't leave you alone for days at a time, I promise." Nanu returned to hugging Becky, looking off at the far wall across the atrium. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about what she should do. Did she take these two up on their weird offer? Did she just ask to stay here at the villa, and take her chances about when they could visit? Did she ask to be sent back to the Flavius household? Every option terrified her. She finally looked up at Becky again and drew a deep breath. "Can we; fuck some more, while I think about it?" Becky and Mark both laughed and nodded their assent. It was the most Nanu thing Nanu had ever said. Predictably, Nanu, after much fucking and pondering, had decided to take Mark and Becky up on their offer. Delighted, Becky had declared that they would be doing some shopping first, heading into Rome to get things she wanted. Nanu was always happy to visit the city, she was always enthralled by the sights and sounds around her. "But I; I must point out something," she confessed, looking uneasy. "I know you keep saying that I need not be your slave anymore, but it is not safe for me to walk around freely, Mistress, no matter what you tell me. If you say you don't own me, I am still a slave to them. They'll put me in chains and have me on the auction block again in no time, but probably not before they do awful things to me." "She has a point, Becks," Mark started, shrugging as he fastened his tunic in place. "We may know slavery is immoral, but Rome doesn't give a shit. As far as they're concerned, you're still a patrician woman, and we're still your slaves." "Which brings up another troublesome fact," Becky sighed, building on Mark's premise. "You're the most hated individual in Rome. You defiled a Vestal Virgin;” "Pervert," Nanu said in a low voice, nudging Mark. "You made a mockery of the legal system, and turned the Colosseum into a sexual freak show. I wouldn't be surprised if every soldier in Rome had orders to skewer you on sight." "Hey, I'm not the one who dropped a giant canvas sail on the emperor's head and wiggled my tits at seventy thousand people, you know!" Mark protested. "Well, that part was fun," Becky mused, smirking, lapsing into English for a moment. "So what do we do? I want to go shopping, but without getting you killed." "Yeah, you've got a point there," Mark allowed, looking at the ground as he pondered the issue. Nanu looked back and forth between them as they spoke in their unintelligible gibberish. "Well, we either need a disguise for me, so I don't look like Bonosus anymore, or we need to jump back a few days to before we arrived, and before anyone would know us." "More of your time twists," Becky chided, holding up a finger. "Didn't you learn?" "I know what you mean, but I kinda think we did that," Mark replied. "Don't you remember how you said people were waving at you like they knew you already, and you thought that was weird? That maybe they'd mistaken you for someone else? It's kinda unlikely that they are mistaking you for anyone, Becks. You're as tall as most of the men, and you're like a living embodiment of Venus to them, with blonde hair." "I'm afraid you may be right," Becky sighed, not liking the hypothesis, but forced to admit it was probably accurate. "So we go back maybe a week before we first arrived, do our shopping, and split?" Mark turned and looked at Nanu now. "Nanu, have you been into the city of Rome any time in the last week before you met us? Or anyone from the Flavius household?" "Ooh, good catch, Mark," Becky mentioned, nodding. "Can't have her running into herself by accident, no matter how unlikely." Nanu considered for a moment and then shook her head. "No, before you arrived, it had been more than a month, I think. Master Flavius resented paying the prices they wanted in the city, he usually made us shop in Lavinium, it was cheaper." Mark shrugged. "We could probably do your shopping and find some fun, Becks. Then we'll plan our next move. Sound good?" Becky removed her outfit, letting pool around her feet before sitting down in a low chair. She held out her arms, beckoning for Nanu to join her. The Egyptian girl shed her clothing, and then went to sit naked in her blonde lover's lap, their lovely tits squashing together. They kissed for some moments before Becky smiled at Nanu. "I want to buy you some outfits, Nanu, outfits like I wear. Would you like to dress and look like mistress?" It seemed as though Nanu might faint. Becky was also pretty sure she felt the girl getting wet. She giggled and kissed Nanu's nose. "I'll take that as a yes." Rome. The litter glided through the crowded street, with people dutifully making way for it; whomever was inside was clearly important. The four dark-skinned slaves bearing it on their shoulders walked along silently, seemingly not bothered by the weight within. The litter itself was simple in design, but ornate in appearance, the canopy held aloft on carved poles, and much of it decorated with gold leaf or edging. Diaphanous curtains on all sides obscured the women within. Becky and Nanu lay on their sides, facing in toward one another. Nanu was wearing a beautiful stola, just like Becky, and she gazed down at her raiment in wonder, running a hand delicately over the fabric. Becky smiled as she watched the Egyptian girl while reaching into a bowl between them and putting a grape in her mouth. "Mistress, this is wonderful," Nanu whispered, knowing to not refer to Becky as her mistress too loudly. "I've never felt anything like this in my life, except on someone else." "Well, it's yours, and yours alone, so enjoy it," Becky said cheerfully, enjoying Nanu's elation. She put another grape between her teeth and smiled slyly. Nanu leaned in and took the grape between her own teeth, their lips touching. As Nanu masticated on the grape, Becky opened the gauze-like drapes in the back if the litter and called out gently. "How we doing back there, Mark?" "Oh, just fine, thanks so very much for asking," muttered the student-slave, who trudged along behind the litter, carrying several handbags made of linen and animal skins, filled with shopping goods. His hands and shoulders ached. How the Hell could Becky purchase so much shit in an era that didn't have electronics? "How much farther we got?" "Not too much longer, I think," mused the blonde teacher casually. She wasn't too worried about Mark having to carry stuff, he'd been through worse recently. She'd bought outfits and jewelry, pretty house furnishings, and other curios to take home. She considered what she'd need to buy for Nanu upon their return. Clothes aside, she would somehow need to procure ID for her, some sorts of medical records, and so forth. How did she get any of that done? "Will I like my new life, mistress?" Nanu asked, eating another grape. "I am sure I will love living with you, but;” Becky smiled and caressed her face lovingly. "It will be very, very different, Nanu. And at times it will seem frightening. But there are so many things I cannot wait to show you." "Then I will wait and trust you," the Egyptian girl said softly, giving herself over to her mistress' carefully in her mind. "Because I believe you when you say you love me and want the best for me." Nanu was silent for some time, as if deep in thought. "What's on your mind, darling?" Becky asked, curious. Nanu sighed. "I just miss my family. I have not seen them since I was young. And I dreamed of returning to them one day." Becky smiled. "Oh, you want t

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De mai bine de un deceniu se vorbește despre schimbarea pensiilor speciale. Acum, premierul Bolojan face și vorbește mai puțin. Va fi, însă, un proces complicat care are în față încă multe obstacole. Legal, se numesc pensii de serviciu. Popular, li se spune pensii speciale, chiar dacă beneficiarii sau viitorii beneficiari nu suportă termenul și îl folosesc doar pe cel înscris în lege. De ce pensiile de serviciu sunt speciale? Pentru că au trei caracteristici pe care nu le întâlnim la pensiile normale. Prima este vârsta de pensionare. Magistrații ies acum la pensie dacă au o vechime de 25 de ani, ceea ce înseamnă că mulți dintre ei se retrag din activitate între vârstele de 47 și 49 de ani. Aceste prevederi legale nu sunt nicidecum justificate, pe de o parte, pentru că vârsta standard de pensionare este acum de 63, respectiv 65 de ani, pentru femei și bărbați. Pe de altă parte, ieșirea la pensie la vârste atât de „fragede” creează probleme de personal pentru instituțiile din sistemul de justiție. A doua caracteristică este dată de modul de calcul al pensiei. Acum, cuantumul pensiei reprezintă 80% din ultimul salariu brut. Este evident o aberație economică, pentru că un salariu net înseamnă aproximativ 60% din cel brut. 80% din brut este totdeauna mai mare decât 60% din aceeași sumă. Cu alte cuvinte, pensia va fi mai mare decât salariul, desigur cu excepția situației în care în timp salariile cresc, iar pensiile rămân pe loc. Dar, și pensiile cresc, măcar cu rata inflației. Să nu uităm că pentru pensiile bazate pe contributivitate rata de înlocuire, adică valoarea pensiei față de ultimul salariu este de numai 50%, ceea ce ne arată diferența între pensiile de stat și cele speciale. A treia caracteristică este o combinație între cele două. Pensiile speciale ale magistraților sunt mult diferite de cele plătite din contribuțiile de asigurări sociale de stat. Prin vârsta de ieșire la pensie, prin modalitatea de calcul, prin lipsa contributivității, dar mai ales prin diferența majoră de cuantum între pensiile de serviciu ale magistraților și pensiile de stat. Concret, media pensiilor magistraților este de 25.000 de lei, în timp ce pensia medie din asigurări de stat este de numai 3.000 de lei. Deocamdată, focalizarea este pe pensii. Dar, un calcul simplu arată că pentru a obține o pensie de 25.000 de lei este nevoie ca ultimul salariu brut să fie, în medie, de 30.000 de lei. Nu este deloc o sumă de neglijat chiar și pentru categorie profesională importantă, o putere independentă în stat, care are și o serie de restricții legale în ceea ce privește viața socială și economică. Dar, prezentarea de ieri a premierului Ilie Bolojan ne-a adus și câteva informații de-a dreptul uimitoare și anume numărul de procese deschise în instanță pe teme legate de salarizare. Temele sunt de obicei cele legate de așa-zisa discriminare salarială, de sporuri sau de valoarea de referință sectorială. 20.000 de acțiuni în instanță care s-au soldat cu plăți făcute de la buget în valoare de 10 miliarde de lei, iar hotărârile judecătorești și plățile vor continua, chiar și eșalonate în timp. Ce își propune noua lege? Câteva lucruri simple și clare și anume creșterea vârstei de pensionare la 65 de ani, cu excepții în anumite condiții, în sensul că o pensionare anticipată va presupune și o reducere a valorii pensiei. De asemenea, calculul pensiei se va schimba, în loc de 80% din salariul brut se va trece la 55% din media indemnizațiilor de încadrare brute și a sporurilor din ultimele 60 de luni, dar nu mai mult de 70% din ultimul salariu net. Magistrații au schițat ieri primele proteste publice. Un magistrat, membru al Consiliului Superior al Magistraturii, acuză că prin proiectul de lege se încearcă „distrugerea unei puteri în stat”. Nu mă pot pronunța asupra performanțelor profesionale ale magistraților. Dar, din punct de vedere economic, prevederile propuse de guvern sunt o normalitate. Este greu de crezut că se poate distruge statul de drept dacă magistrații vor avea o pensie medie nu de opt ori mai mare decât pensia medie de stat, ci doar de cinci ori. Sau dacă magistrații se vor pensiona la 65 de ani. Bunul simț economic nu poate distruge statul de drept, ci îl poate consolida.

Război între magistrați și președintele României. Cine câștigă? (SpotMedia) - Despre extremism: de la Eminescu la Nicușor Dan (DW)  Opriți jaful din companiile de stat! De ce Guvernul Bolojan trebuie să limiteze prin lege salariile și indemnizațiile nesimțite / Cum profiturile companiilor de stat sunt împărțite frățește între șefi și Consiliile de Administrație (G4Media) Guvernul Bolojan are datoria față de contribuabilii corecți – împovărați deja de măsuri de austeritate – să includă în al doilea pachet de reforme anunțat pentru sfârșitul lunii o regândire profundă a modului în care funcționează companiile de stat, scrie jrunalistul Dan Tăpălagă. G4Media.ro a documentat, în ultimele săptămâni, o serie de situații revoltătoare. În esență, vorbim despre jefuirea organizată a acestor companii prin: salarii uriașe, arbitrar crescute, care ajung la mii de euro pe lună bonusuri de zeci de mii de euro acordate fără criterii reale pensionări urmate de reangajări pe aceleași posturi indemnizații de Consilii de Administrație (CA) majorate de zeci de ori, cu aprobări formale și complicități la nivel înalt De regulă, aceste companii decid singure și arbitrar cum își cresc salariile și beneficiile, cu acordul formal – și adesea pasiv – al autorităților de supraveghere. Membrii CA și directorii se comportă ca niște vătafi pe moșia statului: nu răspund în fața nimănui și nu dau explicații pentru risipirea banului public. Da, legislație există. Dar ea este slabă, permisivă și plină de portițe. Iar aceste portițe trebuie închise urgent. Război între magistrați și președintele României. Cine câștigă? (SpotMedia) O decizie care indică mai degrabă teamă, a dus la declanșarea unui conflict între CSM și Palatul Cotroceni din cauza faptului că Nicușor Dan amână să semneze câteva cereri de pensionare venite din partea unor judecători. Magistrații, fără nicio susținere publică, criticați frecvent pentru pensiile speciale și corupția din sistemul de justiție, au ajuns din nou în centrul atenției în urma unor mașinațiuni suspectate ca ilegale prin care au impus-o pe judecătoarea Lia Savonea în fruntea Înaltei Curți de Casație și Justiție. Elena Costache, președinta CSM (Consiliul Superior al Magistraturii), printr-o mișcare surprinzătoare, a decis să-i scrie lui Nicușor Dan pentru a-i cere să semneze un număr de 22 de cereri de pensionare ale unor judecători. Mesajul șefei CSM este șocant prin faptul că dă lecții președintelui, ales de peste 6 milioane de cetățeni, dar și că sugerează o încălcare a legii de către acesta. Dacă CSM cu adevărat a constatat o încălcare a legii de către președintele României, trebuia să pună în discuție acest lucru pe ordinea de zi a Consiliului sau să facă plângere și să deschidă acțiuni în justiție. E fără precedent în istoria recentă a României ca un judecător să-l tragă de urechi pe șefului statului în afara cadrului creat de lege, consideră jurnalistul Emilian Isăilă pe pagina SpotMedia. Despre extremism: de la Eminescu la Nicușor Dan (DW) Președintele Nicușor Dan face o declarație politică atunci când atacă la Curtea Constituțională legea care înăsprește pedepsele pentru fascism, extremism, legionarism și rasism? Și de ce vrea să întoarcă legea din drum? Diana Șoșoacă, AUR și alți parlamentari populiști au făcut deja o contestație la CCR, iar Curtea a respins-o ieri, 10 iulie. Nicușor Dan argumentează în sesizarea trimisă judecătorilor constituționali neclaritatea definițiilor din lege și critică o posibilă restrângere a libertății de exprimare.  Legea anterioară era suficient de puternică pentru a-i ajuta pe procurori și judecători să-i pedepsească pe nostalgicii legionari, pe fasciști și rasiști, doar că magistrații nu erau prea dornici să o pună în practică. Așa a scăpat, prezidențiabilul Călin Georgescu de pedeapsă, după ce procurorii l-au considerat nevinovat. De fapt, în ultimii cinci ani, procurorii au trimis în judecată cam o persoană pe an în baza acestei legi vechi de mai bine de 20 de ani. Președintele se întreabă dacă nu cumva ar putea fi pedepsit și Eminescu, poetul național și se teme ca nu cumva cărțile lui să fie cenzurate. Nicușor Dan se întreabă „până la ce nivel prezența unor idei și concepții fasciste, legionare, rasiste sau xenofobe” transformă un text „într-un material cu caracter fascist, legionar, rasist sau xenofob în sensul Legii”. „Claritatea este necesară”, se arată mai departe în documentul președinției, fiindcă sancționează penal distribuirea unor astfel de materiale. Specialiștii de la Cotroceni fac o confuzie intenționată între literatura de acum 150 de ani și propaganda xenofobă din prezent, mai scrie jurnalista Sabina Fati. Articolul integral pe pagina DW.

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Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

Magistr Edward Kelley skutečným vzdělancem nikdy nebyl. Vyučil se pouze lékárníkem. Univerzitní studia na Oxfordu nikdy nedokončil, přesto magisterský titul běžně používal.

W najnowszym odcinku podcastu „Rzecz w tym” Marzena Tabor-Olszewska rozmawia z Joanną Ćwiek-Świdecką, dziennikarką „Rzeczpospolitej”, na temat zamieszania wokół wykształcenia ministry ds. równości, Katarzyny Kotuli. Na stronie internetowej Sejmu widniała informacja o posiadaniu przez nią dyplomu Uniwersytetu Adama Mickiewicza w Poznaniu, choć ministra nie obroniła pracy magisterskiej. Czy to tylko błąd? Czy utrzymywanie opinii społecznej w nieprawdzie?   Magister – prestiż czy zbędny tytuł? - Nie wszyscy muszą mieć tytuł magistra, choć w Polsce panuje pewna tradycja traktowania tego tytułu jako prestiżu – zauważa Ćwiek-Świdecka. Rozmówczynie wspominają także o zmieniającej się roli licencjatów, które, choć formalnie są wykształceniem wyższym, wciąż bywają traktowane z rezerwą.   Wykształcenie w pracy polityka Czy brak tytułu magistra determinuje jakość pracy w rządzie? - Lepszy jest minister, który skutecznie działa w bieżącej polityce, niż ten, który ma dyplom w szufladzie – stwierdza Joanna Ćwiek-Świdecka, podkreślając, że o skuteczności decyduje doświadczenie, a nie wykształcenie.   Joanna Ćwiek-Świdecka zwraca uwagę na systemowe problemy polskiego szkolnictwa wyższego, w tym obecność uczelni o niskim poziomie kształcenia. - Jeśli ktoś się uprze, prędzej czy później zdobędzie tytuł – komentuje, przywołując swoje doświadczenia jako dziennikarka zajmująca się edukacją. - Magister to dziś trochę jak nowa matura – podkreśla rozmówczyni, wskazując na łatwość zdobycia tytułu na niektórych uczelniach.   Problemy z kontrolą informacji Jednym z kluczowych wątków rozmowy jest brak kontroli nad informacjami, które pojawiają się w oficjalnych źródłach. - Wizerunek polityka to jego narzędzie pracy, a takie błędy mogą rzucać cień na jego wiarygodność – zauważa prowadząca, odnosząc się do braku reakcji ministry na fałszywą informację na stronie Sejmu. - Z całą pewnością ta sprawa będzie się za ministrą Kotulą ciągnęła – przekonuje Ćwiek-Świdecka    Ministra Kotula tłumaczyła, że nie obroniła pracy magisterskiej z powodu ciąży i choroby bliskiej osoby. Joanna Ćwiek-Świdecka podkreśla, że takie życiowe sytuacje są zrozumiałe, ale nie mogą usprawiedliwiać braku kontroli nad oficjalnymi informacjami.   Czy polityk bez magistra może zyskać zaufanie wyborców? - To, że polityk nie ma magistra, nie jest wstydem, ale wstydem jest kłamać – podsumowuje Ćwiek-Świdecka, wskazując, że sprawa może być przypominana przy każdych kolejnych wyborach. Zapraszamy do wysłuchania całego odcinka, w którym szczegółowo omawiamy ten temat i szukamy odpowiedzi na pytanie, jak wykształcenie – lub jego brak – wpływa na ocenę polityków przez społeczeństwo.

En questa «Marella» survegnis Vus in'invista en la lavur d'ina giuvna magistra – e quai cun tut las sfidas e tut ils plaschairs che tutgan tar questa professiun. I va per ils egls dals uffants che traglischan, cura ch'els han chapì insatge fin a las uras stentusas cun la lavur administrativa. Anna Cathomen, la giuvna magistra primara che mussa ses mintgadi, raquinta era da l'integraziun e da sia atgna scolaziun. La fin finala resta la dumonda: è esser magistra ina lavur da siemi u il cuntrari?

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TESTO DELL'ARTICOLO ➜ https://www.bastabugie.it/it/articoli.php?id=7956I VESCOVI NORVEGESI: ESISTONO SOLO DUE SESSIInsieme a circa 30 altre comunità cristiane in Norvegia, i vescovi cattolici hanno firmato una dichiarazione ecumenica sulle questioni della teoria del genere e della sessualità, per dare «un contributo costruttivo»; il documento intitolato "Dichiarazione ecumenica sulla diversità di genere e sessuale" è stato pubblicato ieri e «nasce in preghiera, dal nostro impegno per la nostra nazione e dal desiderio di costruirla», afferma il presidente della Conferenza episcopale nordica, Erik Varden.In un'intervista con Cna Deutsch, il vescovo ha spiegato: «Il progetto ha come sottofondo una dichiarazione ecumenica del 2016 sul matrimonio, di cui anche i vescovi cattolici sono stati cofirmatari. Un seminario tenutosi questa primavera ha stimolato l'idea che sarebbe potuto essere costruttivo prendere in considerazione una dichiarazione simile sulla questione della "diversità" sessuale e di genere, un argomento attualmente molto discusso e che incide profondamente sulla vita di molte persone».In una società che non riconosce, anzi rifiuta, la realtà oggettiva delle cose, è ancor più importante dimostrare che la visione antropologica cristiana «è in linea con i dati empirici. Una comprensione cristiana della vita è eminentemente concreta», spiega ancora con Trondheim. È da qui che prende le mosse la dichiarazione ecumenica, che si prefigge di riconoscere la «realtà biologica [...] nel rispetto dei diritti dei bambini». «Dio è il Creatore dell'universo e lo sostiene nell'esistenza. Ha creato l'essere umano come uomo e donna. Tutti gli esseri umani sono creati a immagine di Dio. Tutti sono profondamente amati da Lui e possiedono lo stesso inalienabile valore e la stessa inviolabile dignità. Il matrimonio, secondo l'ordine della creazione e del diritto naturale, è l'unione tra un uomo e una donna. Il matrimonio è stato istituito da Dio, confermato da Cristo e dagli Apostoli, e riconosciuto dalla Chiesa cristiana in tutti i secoli (cfr. Genesi 1,26-28 e Matteo 19,4-6). Il matrimonio tra un uomo e una donna costituisce il quadro biblico per le relazioni sessuali. Altre forme di relazioni sessuali sono varianti di una "diversità sessuale" che contraddice la teologia della creazione biblica e l'etica di Gesù, anche se tali relazioni fossero caratterizzate da fedeltà duratura», così inizia la dichiarazione.SPIEGARE L'OVVIOPoiché è necessario oramai spiegare l'ovvio, nel testo si ribadisce la realtà biologica dell'uomo e della donna: «Esistono solo due sessi biologici: maschile e femminile. Il sesso dell'essere umano è deciso nel momento del concepimento. Il nostro sesso è determinato dalla grandezza e dalla funzione delle cellule germinali»; per poi spiegare che «l'idea che esista un sesso soggettivo e una "identità di genere" che si possa scegliere liberamente e che si basi sui sentimenti è il risultato di un'ideologia e non ha fondamento nella biologia o nella scienza naturale».Chiarendo che la Chiesa cattolica non è «un corpo lontano, cinico e burocratico», bensì «Mater e Magistra» - afferma ancora nell'intervista il presidente della Conferenza episcopale nordica -, l'impegno dei sacerdoti sarà sempre accompagnare tutti, in quanto «ogni essere è amato da Dio». Tuttavia, si chiarisce che «come pastori [...] siamo ordinati a proclamare e insegnare non idee di nostra creazione, ma il Vangelo di Cristo come insegnato ed esposto dal Magistero della Chiesa cattolica». Da "Madre e Maestra", la Chiesa ha una profonda conoscenza ed esperienza nel campo dell'animo umano e della persona, per questo «cerca di farci crescere oltre le nostre categorie e aspettative troppo ristrette, verso quella pienezza dell'essere che la tradizione cristiana chiama santità, una partecipazione alla vita di Dio stesso», senza fare «concessioni a scapito delle verità bibliche, anche se tali verità sono in conflitto con linee guida politiche o tendenze sociali attuali».I DANNI DELL'IDEOLOGIA GENDERA partire da questi assunti, nella dichiarazione si passa a mettere in guardia rispetto ai danni che producono l'ideologia gender e la grande menzogna che una persona possa essere nata nel corpo sbagliato - la storia di Luka Hein ne manifesta tutte le ferite -: «È estremamente problematico far confrontare i bambini e gli adolescenti con l'idea [...] che esistano "ragazzi, ragazze e altri generi" e insegnare loro che esiste un "genere interiore"». La dichiarazione invita a guardare ai danni già fatti: «Le conseguenze della vicenda della clinica Tavistock in Inghilterra sono un esempio ben noto di come sono state affrontate queste ferite, ma non è certo l'unico», aggiunge nell'intervista von Trondheim.I vescovi affrontano poi il tema dei diritti, oggi innominabili, che ha il bambino: «Privare consapevolmente e intenzionalmente un bambino della possibilità di conoscere la madre o il padre o le famiglie dei genitori biologici - ad esempio attraverso la fecondazione artificiale o la maternità surrogata - è una violazione della volontà creativa di Dio e dei diritti del bambino». Sebbene infatti «tutti i bambini sono ugualmente preziosi e amati da Dio, indipendentemente dal modo in cui sono stati concepiti», è necessario ribadire che «il benessere del bambino deve sempre avere la priorità rispetto alle richieste e ai desideri degli adulti», senza peraltro contrastare la stessa Convenzione Onu sui diritti dell'infanzia nell'articolo 7 citata dai vescovi: «È un diritto umano del bambino conoscere i propri genitori e, per quanto possibile, essere accudito da loro».In ultimo, la dichiarazione afferma: «La libertà di opinione e di coscienza e la libertà religiosa sono per noi valori centrali ed essenziali»; ed è proprio all'interno di questa libertà che «crediamo che anche la nostra voce meriti di essere ascoltata», prosegue l'intervista. Senza far mistero che «le autorità governative e le istituzioni pubbliche abusino del loro mandato e del loro potere quando cercano di costringere cittadini e organizzazioni ad adattarsi alla "teoria queer" riguardo al genere, alla sessualità e al matrimonio» è ancor più urgente il ruolo della Chiesa nell'«affermare la preziosità della vita la preziosità della vita di ogni persona in cui vogliamo riconoscere una sorella, un fratello, un potenziale amico, vedendola, per quanto possibile, come la vede Dio, cioè con immensa speranza», conclude il vescovo Varden.

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Ta historia pokazuje, że nawet zatwardziałym sceptykom i racjonalistom zdarzają się przeżycia wymykające się wszelkim próbom racjonalnego wyjaśnienia. Niezwykła korespondencja opublikowana na łamach "Nieznanego Świata" w nr 09/1999.

Are we supposed to always obey human authorities? Does their power come from God? What is the Common Good? Today we address the importance of Civil Authority for the well-being of our human society, and what is that civil authority supposed to preserve and promote in our community. Don't miss this great episode!   - You can read the following resources: Gaudium et Spes, n. 26, 74, 84; the Compendium of Catholic Social Doctrine, n. 164; the Encyclical “Mater et Magistra”, n. 65. For further reading, you can check this article written by Fr. Chapman, O.P.. - You can find these topics in the Catechism of the Catholic Church, numbers 1897 to 1927. - Here is a biography of St. Louis IX, King of France: https://www.stlouiskingoffrance.org/our-church/saint-louis-ix/ - Fr. Patrick Wainwright is a priest of Miles Christi, a Catholic Religious Order. - Visit the Miles Christi Religious Order website: https://www.mileschristi.org - This Podcast's Website: www.forcollegecatholics.org - To learn about the Spiritual Exercises (silent weekend retreat) preached by the Priests of Miles Christi, visit: https://www.mileschristi.org/spiritual-exercises/ - Recorded at Miles Christi “Family Center” in South Lyon, Michigan. - Planning, recording, editing, and publishing by Fr. Patrick Wainwright, MC. - Gear: SHURE MV7 USB dynamic microphone. - Intro music from pond5.com

Hostem radioporadny Českého rozhlasu Hradec Králové je PharmDr. Ivana lanová z Benu lékárny, členka představenstva České lékárnické komory. A budeme balit lékárničku na cesty. To je samozřejmě důležitá věc. Protože i tady platí zákon schválnosti, že zrovna to, co budete potřebovat, ve své lékárničce nenajdete.

CONTENT WARNING: there is repeated descriptions of animal butchering practices and meat preparation. This episode is not for the squeamish.SOMEHOW MAGISTRA RETURNS! Yes, that's right. Y'all have requested her REPEATEDLY and she is back for another episode describing the dietary habits of the citizens of Ancient Rome. It goes all over the place this week, so we hope you listen to this on an empty stomach. Magistra prepared 5 recipes of Ancient Roman meals for our patreons! You can test them yourself by becoming a team lead at Pearlmania500.netAlex has added more cities to the tour! Including, NJ, AZ and CA!TICKETS FOR THE SOUP FOR MY FAMILY TOUR HERETo become a Team leader: Join our patreon (not a cult): https://pearlmania500.netThe Pearlmans have a Post Office Box: P.O. Box 72549, Thorndale, PA 19372.Follow us on Instagram:@Pearlmania500@mrs.pearlmania500Our theme song and all of the music for our show comes from our friend's project called "His Name Was Dusk." Check out his website for more info at: hisnamewasdusk.com Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Czy jest sens robić magistra? To pytanie, które wywołuje wiele emocji, dyskusji i przemyśleń, a które zostało mi ostatnie zadane na Instagramie. Ja też kiedyś stanąłem przed podjęciem tej decyzji. Niektórzy argumentują, że w dzisiejszych czasach praktyczne umiejętności i doświadczenie zawodowe są ważniejsze niż kiedykolwiek, podczas gdy inni podkreślają znaczenie wyższego wykształcenia i tytułów naukowych. Ale jak to jest naprawdę? Właśnie o tym porozmawiamy w Excellent Work Podcast. Nazywam się Michał Kowalczyk i serdecznie Cię zapraszam. W tym odcinku dowiesz się:

As we near the end of season 1 of Pearlmania500, Mr and Mrs. P have on an actual accredited archaeologist on the podcast to discuss the Roman Emperor Commodus. But this archaeologist has a secret, a secret so devastating that the Pearlman's will never be the same again. Also, Emperor Commodus was played by Joaquin Phoenix in the Russel Crowe Gladiator movie. Last call for the Hey Hun tier! To become a Pearlmania500 Team leader: Join our patreon (not a cult): https://pearlmania500.netYou can preorder HNWD's album here: http://hisnamewasdusk.comThe Pearlmans have a Post Office Box: P.O. Box 72549, Thorndale, PA 19372.Our theme song and all of the music for our show comes from our friend's project called "His Name Was Dusk." You can get his album "Let Us Prey" at "hisnamewasdusk.com" and hear all of his other music projects at "tesseractsociety.com"#history #gladiators #comedy #podcast #pearlmania500 Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof.Topics in this episode include Grattan and Flood, Seymour Bushe and the Childs murder case, Hamlet references, Michelangelo's Moses and where to find it, Lenehan's cigarette scheme, J.J. O'Molloy's love of forensic rhetoric, the shortcomings of memoria, court cases appearing in the works of Joyce, Samuel Childs and Thomas Childs, James Joyce's youthful interest in the law, a surprise appearance by Alexander Keyes, a Joyce family connection to the Childs murder, James Joyce's lifelong grudge against Tim Healy, Charles Stewart Parnell, lex talionis, the law of evidence, and just how eloquent Seymour Bushe really was.Support us on Patreon to access episodes early, bonus content, and a video version of our podcast.On the Blog:A POLISHED PERIODBlooms & Barnacles Social Media:Facebook | Twitter | InstagramSubscribe to Blooms & Barnacles:Apple Podcasts | Spotify | YouTube

Dzisiejszy podcast jest czwartym odcinek historycznej serii, którą stworzyliśmy razem z ⁠⁠⁠dr Markiem Kozubelem. ⁠⁠⁠ Nadaliśmy jej łacińską nazwę "Historia Magistra Vitae Est" co po Polsku oznacza "Historia jest nauczycielką życia".  Dzisiaj zapraszamy na opowieść o Powstaniu Listopadowym 1830-1831. Główne pytanie odcinka: Czy wojnę z Rosją można było wygrać? Odcinek przeplatany jest wątkami związanymi z teraźniejszością (przede wszystkim wojną na Ukrainie, ale również obecną sytuacją geopolityczną regionu Europy Środokowo-Wschodniej). Polecam wsparcie mojego kanału: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Wesprzyj kanał na Patronite (będę zobowiązany): https://patronite.pl/RadoslawPyffel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Lub tradycyjnym przelewem ( z dopiskiem darowizna- GRA IMPERIÓW): PLN: 23 1140 2004 0000 3502 8043 9314 EUR: PL88 1140 2004 0000 3312 0053 0287 USD: PL83 1140 2004 0000 3512 0053 0279 #Pyffel, #Kozubel, #Historia, #StrategiaGry, #Powstanie Listopadowe, #Klęska powstańców, #Polska, #Rosja, #HistoriaAlternatywna, #PolitykaMiędzynarodowa, #KonfliktyZbrojne, #AnalizaPolityczna, #DyskusjaPodcast, #GrySymulacyjne, #SztukaNarracji, #PodcastEkspercki, #Analiza historyczna

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Dzisiejszy podcast jest trzecim odcinek nowej serii, którą stworzyliśmy razem z ⁠⁠dr Markiem Kozubelem. ⁠⁠ Nadaliśmy jej łacińską nazwę "Historia Magistra Vitae Est" co po Polsku oznacza "Historia jest nauczycielką życia".  Dzisiaj zapraszamy na opowieść o klęsce nazistów na froncie wschodnim podcasz II Wojnie Światowej. Odcinek przeplatany jest wątkami związanymi z teraźniejszością (przede wszystkim wojną na Ukrainie, ale również obecną sytuacją geopolityczną regionu Europy Środokowo-Wschodniej). Polecam wsparcie mojego kanału: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Wesprzyj kanał na Patronite (będę zobowiązany): https://patronite.pl/RadoslawPyffel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Lub tradycyjnym przelewem ( z dopiskiem darowizna- GRA IMPERIÓW): PLN: 23 1140 2004 0000 3502 8043 9314 EUR: PL88 1140 2004 0000 3312 0053 0287 USD: PL83 1140 2004 0000 3512 0053 0279 #Pyffel, #Kozubel, #Historia, #StrategiaGry, #II Wojna Światowa, #Klęska nazistów, #HistoriaAlternatywna, #PolitykaMiędzynarodowa, #KonfliktyZbrojne, #AnalizaPolityczna, #DyskusjaPodcast, #GrySymulacyjne, #SztukaNarracji, #PodcastEkspercki

Common Good and SocietySolidarity and subsidiarity are two principles of the moral teachings of the Church that are absolutely required for a well-ordered and functioning society. In fact, the common good cannot be served without them. It is from this starting point of the common good that we must begin. Pope St. John XXIII said in 1963 that “... civil authority must strive to promote the common good in the interest of all, without favoring any individual citizen or category of citizen (Pacem in Terris, 56).” Pope Leo XIII even said in 1891 that “civil society exists for the common good, and hence is concerned with the interests of all in general… (Rerum Novarum, 51).”Civil society, serving the common good, is ordered towards men establishing of right-relationship with one another and setting up a commonwealth. No man is an island unto himself and the good of each individual is inextricably linked to the good of the society as a whole. The depths of this reality are rooted in the charity of Almighty God. As Pope Benedict XVI wrote in Caritas in Veritate: “To love someone is to desire that person's good and to take effective steps to secure it (Caritas in Veritate, 7).” How else can this be accomplished than in a community, a society, and gathering of individuals united to common purpose, at least to some large degree. SolidarityThe common good is the aim of civil society, but how is it served? The first principle to examine is solidarity. Solidarity basically is the reality that there is an interdependence among individuals and nations. In his work Centesimus Annus, Pope St. John Paul II provides the historical context of the word solidarity. He reports that in the writings of Pope Leo XIII, the Greek philosophical term of “friendship” is employed with the same meaning as what is now called solidarity. Pope Piux XI refers to solidarity with the term “social charity.” And Pope St. Paul VI expanded “the concept to cover the many modern aspects of the social question, speaks of a ‘civilization of love' (Centesimus Annus, 10).” Pope Benedict XVI put it eloquently to the Pontifical Academy of Social Sciences in 2008 when he said: “Solidarity refers to the virtue enabling the human family to share fully the treasure of material and spiritual goods, and subsidiarity is the coordination of society's activities in a way that supports the internal life of the local communities (Pope Benedict XVI, 2008).”In our modern, interconnected world, with global media, we experience keenly the reality that we are connected. We watch the news and feel personally affected by injustice and human rights violations committed in countries in which we have never stepped foot. There is a moral connotation to this, as well, because we wonder: how can I help? What can I do? The human heart naturally reaches out to the suffering and pain of others and desires justice. Yet, what can we do? Well, in solidarity, we understand that we are interconnected.As St. John Paul II put it 1987:“It is above all a question of interdependence, sensed as a system determining relationships in the contemporary world, in its economic, cultural, political and religious elements, and accepted as a moral category. When interdependence becomes recognized in this way, the correlative response as a moral and social attitude, as a "virtue," is solidarity. This then is not a feeling of vague compassion or shallow distress at the misfortunes of so many people, both near and far. On the contrary, it is a firm and persevering determination to commit oneself to the common good; that is to say to the good of all and of each individual, because we are all really responsible for all (Sollicitudo rei socialis, 38).”Committed to the common good, and aware of the interconnectedness of man, we set out in charity to sanctify the temporal order. This is the heart of solidarity. We see the world as God sees it. We recognize the members of society as persons. Seeing the image of God and recognizing opportunities to practice solidarity do not belong exclusively to one class either. As St. John Paul II puts it:“Those who are more influential, because they have a greater share of goods and common services, should feel responsible for the weaker and be ready to share with them all they possess. Those who are weaker, for their part, in the same spirit of solidarity, should not adopt a purely passive attitude or one that is destructive of the social fabric, but, while claiming their legitimate rights, should do what they can for the good of all. The intermediate groups, in their turn, should not selfishly insist on their particular interests, but respect the interests of others (Sollicitudo rei socialis, 39).”In other words, no one is excused from the practice of Christian charity. Likewise, because civil society exists to serve the common good, an essential condition for global solidarity is autonomy and free self-determination. Men organize themselves to constitute a commonwealth. Government should support this swelling of justice and charity, without undermining it by a tyrannical top-down approach.Government and SolidarityThose in government work can support the practice of solidarity by understanding that man's fulfillment comes by using his intelligence and freedom in freely giving of himself to others. Private initiative and ownership are, therefore, to be respected and kept in preeminent position. To quote St. John Paul II from Centesimus Annus:“Man works in order to provide for the needs of his family, his community, his nation, and ultimately all humanity. Moreover, he collaborates in the work of his fellow employees, as well as in the work of suppliers and in the customers' use of goods, in a progressively expanding chain of solidarity (Centesimus Annus, 43).”It is Catholic and just to ensure bonds of solidarity among working people and allow them to practice useful work, without exploitation and being used as a means of making profit only. Man works to provide for the needs of others and his work ought to firstly expand the work and wealth of society, which then can lead to profits but only secondarily. Even at the level of the family, a mutual support of husband and wife ought to be fostered and care given by one generation to the other. The family is rightly ordered as a community of work and solidarity. Solidarity requires seeing the human person. Often today, we might find two prevailing forces which seek to devalue us. On the one hand, the market sees only producers and consumers of goods. On the other hand, the government only sees statistics and objects of State administration. But society serves the life of human persons and the common good; the market and the State are not the final purpose of society. Associations of persons and state agencies should work to promote a deeper vision of human solidarity. By doing so, solidarity can be shown by civil society in a way surpassing that of any one individual. Pope Francis said in 2013 that “As Church we all have a strong responsibility to spread hope through works of solidarity, always seeking to collaborate in the best possible way with public institutions with respect for their respective responsibilities (Pope Francis, 2013).”As St. John Paul II put it in 1995, “Many Christians from all Communities, by reason of their faith, are jointly involved in bold projects aimed at changing the world by inculcating respect for the rights and needs of everyone, especially the poor, the lowly and the defenceless (Ut Unum Sint, 43).”It is this vision of seeing the human person rather than a vague abstraction and respecting the needs of these persons that we enter into solidarity. As Pope Benedict XVI put it:“Only my readiness to encounter my neighbour and to show him love makes me sensitive to God as well. Only if I serve my neighbour can my eyes be opened to what God does for me and how much he loves me (Deus Caritas Est, 18).”Really, solidarity is instantiated in our place of work when we serve the other. If you are in real estate, are you viewing the human purpose of the structure you are helping to buy and sell? In healthcare, are you treating symptoms and diseases or paying care to the whole human person? In government, are you giving due deference to human communities or simply building a more efficient bureaucracy?Pope Francis warned us in 2013 that “This word solidarity runs the risk of being deleted from the dictionary because it is a word that bothers us, it bothers us. Why? Because it requires you to look at another and give yourself to another with love (Pope Francis, 2013).” By practicing solidarity, from the heart of the Church, we are able to work in the public sector and transcend the cultural, political, social, and geographic differences that separate people in an effort to see persons as God sees them. As we encounter persons in the private or public sector in a clinical or service capacity, we grow in solidarity if we see them as persons to be loved. Likewise, from an administrative or policy standpoint, we are provided opportunities to practice the virtue of solidarity and create systems and structures which facilitate the growth in holiness, virtue, and a more holistic view of the dignity of each human person.SubsidiarityThe companion principle to solidarity is the principle of subsidiarity. Subsidiarity can be defined a couple of different ways. The best definition, in my estimation, is this: the best decision is made at the lowest possible level and the highest level necessary. Put another way: any activity that can be performed by a more decentralized entity should be.The principle of subsidiarity comes into play on every level of analysis. We can look at the interplay of the family in a community. Or we can investigate the proper balance between a regional government and a national government. On the level of the State, subsidiarity dictates that the State should not do things which belong properly to the capacity of individuals or private associations operating independently of the State. Again, subsidiarity means that the best decision is made at the lowest level possible and the highest level necessary.We should be careful not to simply see subsidiarity as a conservative/traditional principle that seeks to limit the power of the State. Instead, subsidiarity sets limits on the State but it also justifies the existence of the State. The highest level necessary sometimes means that a national or federal level of oversight is necessary. Think, for example, of the existence of border security, military administration, or policies regarding national patriotism. So, the State is necessary, but it needs to be rightly limited to only those actions necessary to be administered at that level.The heart of the principle of subsidiarity is human dignity. As Pope Benedict XVI beautifully teaches:“Subsidiarity respects personal dignity by recognizing in the person a subject who is always capable of giving something to others. By considering reciprocity as the heart of what it is to be a human being, subsidiarity is the most effective antidote against any form of all-encompassing welfare state (Caritas in veritate, 57).”If we do not allow decisions to be made at the proper level, then power will be exercised in a foolish way on the one hand or in a tyrannical fashion on the other hand. Though the effects of globalization have yielded some fruits on the international stage, there is still a threat of a “dangerous universal power of a tyrannical nature,” to borrow a phrase of Pope Benedict XVI. He acknowledges there should be sufficient global authority to pursue the global common good, but, most importantly, “[t]his authority, however, must be organized in a subsidiary and stratified way, if it is not to infringe upon freedom and if it is to yield effective results in practice (Caritas in veritate, 57).”Pope Pius XI, in 1931, wrote of this reciprocal nature when he said: “The supreme authority of the State ought, therefore, to let subordinate groups handle matters and concerns of lesser importance, which would otherwise dissipate its efforts greatly. Thereby the State will more freely, powerfully, and effectively to do all those things that belong to it alone because it alone can do them: directing, watching, urging, restraining, as occasion requires and necessity demands (Quadragesimo Anno, 80).” The State cannot, however, be all-encompassing and tyrannical, unjustly limiting individual autonomy. In the Second World Meeting of Popular Movements in 2015, Pope Francis said this: “No actual or established power has the right to deprive peoples of the full exercise of their sovereignty (Pope Francis, 2015).”If we do not heed the Church's sage understanding of subsidiarity, then the State will begin to provide everything, even those things best left to a lower level or strata of society. This would inevitably become a mere bureaucracy which can never guarantee the thing needed most by those who are suffering: loving personal concern. As Pope Benedict XVI writes in his encyclical on love:“We do not need a State which regulates and controls everything, but a State which, in accordance with the principle of subsidiarity, generously acknowledges and supports initiatives arising from the different social forces and combines spontaneity with closeness to those in need (Deus Caritas Est, 28).”Solidarity and SubsidiaritySolidarity and subsidiarity come together as a pair or neither are assured. If we have subsidiarity without solidarity, then we have what Pope Benedict XVI calls “social privatism.” In this situation, the individual is free to operate as they will but with no regard for his fellow man. This does not serve the common good. On the other hand, if we have solidarity but not subsidiarity, then we have what Pope Benedict calls “paternalist social assistance that is demeaning to those in need (Caritas in veritate, 58).”In 1961, Pope St. John XXIII wrote clearly that “Experience has shown that where personal initiative is lacking, political tyranny ensues and, in addition, economic stagnation in the production of a wide range of consumer goods and of services of the material and spiritual order (Mater et Magistra, 57).”This paternalist social assistance could also be called a Social Assistance State or Welfare State. Such a society deprives individuals of personal responsibility. The Social Assistance State, says Pope St. John Paul II, “... leads to a loss of human energies and an inordinate increase of public agencies, which are dominated more by bureaucratic ways of thinking than by concern for serving their clients, and which are accompanied by an enormous increase in spending. In fact, it would appear that needs are best understood and satisfied by people who are closest to them and who act as neighbours to those in need (Centesimus Annus, 48).”The lesson here is an incredibly practical one. For those involved in the public or private sectors alike, we must view people as persons with true value. We need to work towards the common good and ensure that we are keeping subsidiarity and solidarity operative. If we are to avoid tyranny then we must put subsidiarity into practice. If we are to avoid a privatism devoid of charity, then we must put solidarity into practice!For further reading, check the Compendium of Social Doctrine of the Church from the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace.or Peter Kwasniewski's book A Reader in Catholic Social Teaching.Will Wright Catholic Podcast is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. 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Back in the early 1970s, the Church of Satan experimented with different hierarchy standards, from color-coded medallions to multiple ceremonial titles, eventually scrapping what didn't work and keeping what did. Internal newsletters from the day share some insight into what that was like.

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What are human rights? Does everyone have the right to the same things? What does 'equality' mean? In this episode, we round off our discussion of the Social Doctrine of the Catholic Church.This episode covers Part Three, Section One, Chapter Two, Article 3 of the Catechism of the Catholic Church (pts 1918-1948).Contact the podcast: crashcoursecatholicism@gmail.com.Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/crashcoursecatholicism/.....References and further reading/listening/viewing:1 Corinthians 13The Compendium of the Social Doctrine of the Catholic Church. John XXIII, Mater et Magistra and Pacem in Terris.JPII, Centesimus Annus Pope Paul VI, Gravisimum Educationis Vatican II, Gaudium et SpesBishop Robert Barron "Pope Francis and Our Responsibility for the Common Good." and "Social Justice and Evangelisation" Australian Catholic University. The Principles of Catholic Social Thought & The Common Good.Catholic Relief Services, Catholic Social Teaching 101Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy, "Human Rights"Elizabeth Gaskell, North and SouthUnited Nations, Universal Declaration of Human RightsWe Can Be Heroes: "Ja'mie King"Mary Ann Glendon, Seth D. Kaplan, "Renewing Human Rights", First Things John Finnis, "Human Rights and the Common Good", and Natural Law and Human RightsSamuel Moyn, Not Enough: Human Rights in an Unequal World  Michael Novak, Paul Adams, Elizabeth Shaw. Social Justice Isn't What You Think It Is

What is a society? What's more important: my individual rights or the common good? Do all societies need authority figures? In this episode, we begin our discussion of the social doctrine of the Catholic Church. This episode covers Part Three, Section One, Chapter Two, Articles 1 and 2 of the Catechism of the Catholic Church (pts 1877-1917).Contact the podcast: crashcoursecatholicism@gmail.com.Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/crashcoursecatholicism/.....References and further reading/listening/viewing:The Compendium of the Social Doctrine of the Catholic Church.Pope Leo XIII Rerum NovarumPope Pius XI, Quadragesimo AnnoSt John XXIII, Mater et Magistra and Pacem in Terris.Pope Paul VI, Populorum Progressio and Octogesima AdveniensJPII, Letter to Families; Laborem Exercens; and Sollicitudo Rei SocialisVatican II, Gaudium et SpesBishop Robert Barron "Pope Francis and Our Responsibility for the Common Good."  YouTube.Australian Catholic University. The Principles of Catholic Social Thought & The Common Good. Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy. "The Common Good" Charles De Koninck, On the Primacy of the Common Good. I Am SamWilliam Golding, The Lord of the FliesRazzle DazzleThe Catholic Encyclopedia, "Civil Authority" The Catholic Encyclopedia "Society"Catholic Relief Services, Catholic Social Teaching 101.Fleet Foxes, Helplessness Blues

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I chat with Susan Strickland, Memoria Press Online Academy Latin teacher, about teaching Latin. We discuss the forever asked "Why Latin?", our personal experiences with the language, how to teach it and make it fun, and so much more. We also discuss our own homeschool journeys, how we deal with the "Comparison Trap" that we all fall into and she gives so much wisdom and encouragement from the other side of homeschooling.