Misao dana:
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn’t work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one questionAnd yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahWhat if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way homeIf God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophetsAnd yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahWhat if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He’s trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in romeAnd yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahWhat if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
Zoran Šprajc je objavio novi tekst na svome blogu o svojoj kavi s Ivicom Račanom, a kako ja više nemam “sporedne” vijesti ova mora među “regularne” unatoč tome što je kratka. Svakako pročitajte:
…Nakon što je izgovorio nekoliko primjerenih rečenica, ugasili smo kameru, a ja sam onako više reda radi, (profesionalno, politička zbivanja i previranja nisu me preveć interesirala, za njih su bili zaduženi Bago i Ana Jelinić) priupitao za suradnju s Budišom. Tada su bili aktualni njihovi politički sukobi pa mi je jedino to palo na pamet, da baš ne dođem i ne odem kao kofer… Nisam ništa očekivao, nisam ja Davor Butković pa da u razgovoru s premijerom znam osjetiti „jake arome šljiva, šumskoga voća, pa čak i zemlje na aftertasteu Prima Mana iz 1999.“, što on ima sa mnom razglabat o politici… A onda je krenuo s „kad se konopac zateže, jednom mora puknuti“… Skužio sam da će biti materijala, uzeo tefter i olovku, pitao je l mogu bilježit… Dobio sam desetak stranica njegovih strastvenih političkih opservacija, halapljivo od toga za Dnevnik napravio izvještaj (doduše, bez aftertastea) poslije citiran po novinama, tadašnji urednici počeli me gledati s više poštovanja, ispalo da imam neki strašan link s Račanom…
Kako je najavio, konopac je puknuo, Budiša je ispao iz Vlade…
Misao dana:
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.