Just a quick thank you. . .

Note to self & to those it may concern :

Nearly 5 years in Greece, and wow, some f*ckin rollercoaster I’ve been on. From meeting and working with one of the Countries largest collection of Malaka’s to surviving to the ‘right here – right now’ has been the stuff of legend, but definitely NOT to be repeated.

Hope or Sun, we'll take both please. . .

Hope, the Sun, and Erections, but not necessarily in that order. . . It’s all we have!

This year is to be a good year for Greece. I know and in time, so will you.

I myself have had to learn and find out the hard way, and that despite everything we’ve had to endure here lately, can only say with a confidence born of experience:

There is hope.

I found it in the unlikeliest places at times but despite the misery of my humble battle, I never gave in. I couldn’t. Not just for myself, for the few who helped, for those who gave time effort and energy, or precious information and assistance where needed, but also partly because I’m a real stubborn bast*rd and subsequently don’t like being threatened by some jumped up little tosspot who thinks themselves high and mighty because they’d been screwing the system working for the Government.

Everyone’s accountable. It’s causality. Cause and effect, and like Karma lately, pretty much sums up what certain people bring upon themselves when they start playing with fire.

Meanwhile, the reality of NOW goes on, and Justice inches nearer. . .

I have faith in these desolate times and just like in the films, some justice will and has prevailed already, however the long awaited finale draws ever near. It’s just the way it is.

Every fight, every wrong and every lie becomes undone and with each struggle the People, the Country and the future slowly regains it’s sense of purpose, for without one there is no point.

From the civil servants within IKA to ΥΔΑΣ (the Ministry of Foreign Affairs) and ΣΔΟΕ (Serious Financial Crimes Office), to the many others who fought for sense and decency within a nest of corruption gone wrong, I, we, (and those who care) thank you all immensely.

The lies, corruption and abuse of state resources has to end and will so very soon (for at least one sector of State anyway) and those guilty of such systematic abuse, who thought themselves immune from action, who assumed they could threaten, lie and escape the clutches of Justice by avoiding counsel, slandering the innocent and by assuming those in pursuit would give up, well, wrong. again.

To coin a phrase, “you gone and f*cked up real good”.

I’m proud to say that despite things taking longer than a sane man would ever truly expect, here in Greece and against all the odds, YOU honestly can make a difference and help fight the corruption which has bled this nation dry.

To the Guilty :

Five years on and we patiently wait to see your ‘not so smug’ faces in the Court you openly mock, fighting the state you openly robbed whilst you abused your positions, the resources and the trust given to you by the very people you lied and still lie to. . .

So, how did that work out for you?

Ain’t Karma a bitch.


The best thing is that we’ve lied to everyone for so long, even we forget what we’ve been telling people…

To learn more, please visit the links below or browse through the many posts contained online which cover this abysmal state of affairs in greater detail :






And last but not least, why the name ‘fckdupathens‘ you may ask?


Well, long and short of it is that a) it’s saved me at least one court case by not calling it actupathens which I originally wanted to do, and b) well, 5 years here and in the nicest possible way, Athens is fckdup. . .

It’s like living on another Planet, normality is or isn’t something you deal with here, life is just what it is. . .

For surviving nearly 5 years, you have my sincere thanks.

Simon A.Rawicz


Meet the Malaka’s…

So. let me introduce you to my neighbours – The Malaka’s…

It’s been a long time coming but I figured after the weekend’s exploits it was only fair to provide everyone with a laugh and an inbsight into the minds (lol) of the pathetically sad and inbred losers who live above me and my neighbour here in Athens.

Firstly I have to say, I’m not a city person. Traditionally I’ve always opted for a more serene background to my life and location however since I came to Greece I’ve been living in the sprawling metropolis that is Athens and to be fair it’s difficult to find such expanses.

Maybe f*ckwits such as these exist all over the world and are drawn to cities however to me it’s quite a shock to say the least.

So, there is hillbilly dumbass number 1. He’s in his mid forties I guess, has a face like he’s just shat himself, and he’s a fulltime wanker. He likes to spend his day and nights spitting and throwing cigarettes down on me and my neighbour in between dragging furniture about throughout the night whilst hammering for no reason.

He’s rude, obnoxious, impolite, and a miserly pathetic coward who has nothing else to do in life apart from spy on people and try to cause problems for them. He currently is sporting a rather nice array of facial decorations after we had a ‘talk’ over the weekend but I’ll go into that later on and in his spare time he likes to stand around looking at little girls & boys on their way to school… In the UK it would rhyme with ‘Eedofile’ and you wouldn’t trust him with a barbie doll.

This putrid, arrogant and puss-filled pikie scumbag is accompanied by his halfwit brother and his wife-in-law who live next to him (above my next-door neighbour). These two make up the full compliment of retarded losers who live in our building and for whom have a continual hate campaign against anyone who lives below them so it seems, or is foreign, intelligent, half-decent, Greek or in fact I suspect – alive as they seem to afford the same courteous lack of respect to each other let alone everyone else they know…

History has exposed this vile family for what they are well before I arrived and my dear neighbour has endured much as I have prior to me moving in however since I moved in and we got on as human beings, these people took it upon themselves to try and drive us out the homes we live in.

Needles to say it failed, it would have always failed as I’m the sort of bast*rd who will endure any amount of sh*te to right a wrong. Subsequently this meant that this weekend matters came to a head with myself and the spineless loser who is currently nursing his face back to pieces who lives above me.

In the beginning…

When I first moved in, things weren’t easy (moving’s always en event – I know, I’ve done it enough times now), however I got lucky in having the most genuine, friendly and helpful landlord you could ever hope to know.

Genuinely, he even helped to move me in – How often does that happen. NEVER, that’s how often.

So, after a couple of days of actually being ‘moved in’ a figure appears on the balcony above me. I hear this rough, ignorant question again, ‘Ena Cigaro’ (One Cigarette). No please, no subtlety, no hint of manners or a welcoming, just ‘Ena Cigaro’.

Hmmm, you know what they say about first impressions. Well, rude pig summed up the kindest of them at the time, so out of purely a combination of shock and me being me, I reached for my Cigarettes and threw one up to him. He caught it, lit it and started smoking it before turning to ignore me – At this I called up, Hi, what’s your name in my best Greek. (I’ll just use ‘Christos’ for now) he replied, I extended the civil courtesy of ‘Harika’ (a welcome) in an attempt to diffuse his ignorance to no avail. He then disappeared into his appartment and on I went doing my own business. Some hours later when I’d finished trying to assemble some normality to my new home I went out to have a drink and sit in the sun only to see the remains of a Cigarette thrown down on my balcony area.

I thought to myself, Nah, no one could be so pathetic as that…

I was wrong. I kind of sunk into quiet disbelief and just didn’t know what to think about it. Now my Landlord had explained that there was a prick who’d lived upstairs however the term ‘prick’ clearly didn’t and still doesn’t do him justice. Regardless of whatever your think, a prick can be useful. This abomination has yet to ever prove that and I’d want witnesses as well.

So, we didn’t get off on the right foot. Later that night, I’d managed to get my bedroom in some sort of order and it was the back end of July, hot as hell and not much going on so I laid back on my bed and just relaxed for a while, trying to mull over the daily events.

By now it was getting late and I saw a light come on from above reflecting shadow down out onto the Balcony, currently highlighting a mingy hobbit foot perched on the railings above. After several minutes of him de-flemming himself audably I noticed him appear to peer over the Balcony and then spit a great big flem ball onto my floor. I jumped off the bed, turned on my outdoor light and shouted up at him only to be greeted with silence and no one there, just open Balcony doors.

I cursed a bit and then went in, not a good start.

The next day, low and behold if this f*ckhead didn’t appear on his balcony as if nothing had happened. ‘Ena Cigaro’ he barked… I was in complete shock, so much so that I just threw him a Cigarette to see what would happen today. By law of averages, even allowing for stupidity, him forgetting that someone lived here, for him accidentally dropping it and partly because I was in shock over such behaviour I had to see if it happened again.

This time, I was pleasantly surprised. He clearly saved it till he thought I was asleep or that my doors were shut before he threw it down and upon waking the next morning sure enough found one of my Cigarettes lying on the floor.

By now I’d met my neighbour to the left of me, a woman who is not just kind, but who is humane, well natured and what I hoped to consider as ‘normal’. The sort of person which makes having neighbours welcoming and in ways, almost old fashioned in it’s concept, someone with whom days would be more than just polite nods and asking about the weather etc.

Since we’ve both come to discover the true extent of what some socially retarded maggots are truly like.

Apart from the constant throwing of Cigarettes into our balconies, they then turned to providing us with all their waste hair, dirt, food and other such niceties. My neighbour in-particularly get’s all their used cotton buds and tooth picks thrown down on her and still does even though at a ‘meeting’ of residents whereby the key items being discussed were their p*ss poor behaviour, and yet this sick joke continues.

Apart from me highlighting the fact that this twat is always dragging furniture around in the middle of the night, hammering repeatedly whenever he feels like it, and slamming his shutter doors all through the night, other residents had also suffered as a result.

I had the misfortune of meeting the ‘brother’ one fine day when he rudely appeared over his balcony mid-August and started trying to cause problems when I was securing my balcony. We were expecting him though as we’d heard the pikie mongol upstairs on the phone to him previously, bitching about someone had moved in and was now living below…

The fact that me and my neighbour had gotten on I don’t think helped them as they had been causing her problems since she’d move in, in their eyes she now had an ally – which I like. And the fact that it’s since come out that they seemingly hate foreigners, animals, women and people with any semblance of dignity, manners or respect, things are have and will get interesting.

The Brother who lives above my neighbour is what I’d only assume a sad and pathetic man who suffers from little man syndrome. Having seen the way he treats his wife and kid and how he forms an intricate part of this circle of lies within which these people live is evidence of this and something that by his actions, behaviour and attitude further confirms this.

The hilarity is that they think they are smart doing all this, most occasions whereby they have come out to defend their brother (above me) for throwing Cigarettes down on me & for spitting, they have chosen to blame a woman who lives on the top floor who is never in.

Not only do I know this fact and know that this woman is not just hardly in, but no way likely to behave in such a way – WHO DOES? Secondly, having either seen it myself first hand, having had my neighbour witness it, or the fact that they are the only people above us in kind of gives it away a little.

Now, numerous slanging matches have gone on whereby now they have seemingly blamed just about everyone including ourselves for such actions, and that’s a yes – even OURSELVES for such activities. That it’s so pathetic it’s funny – in a kind of ridiculous way.

The resulting actions of these people has so far failed to stop and it was only today after a night of the cockless-wonder above me dragging his furniture around and banging through the night that by mid-day today, my neighbour who had endured not just another sleepless night thanks to this but she now had to endure her son (above) banging around all day as well as their hammering which I’m now kind of immune to that we joined in the fun too.

Her son sadly is f*cked, he’s only young and has no real chance in life when he see’s his parents living and treating people like this, and then there’s his uncle, a decrepid and spiteful man full of malice, so shamefully this child is used as a pawn in all this, of which they are quick to hide behind him after unleashing a torrent of abuse at US after WE have had to highlight THEIR pathetic behaviour AGAIN.

Conveniently it’s unfair for us to raise our voices after we’ve had to put up with their sh*te after they then come out and blame everyone for what’ve they’ve been doing for some eight months now. In part I agree, I wouldn’t like people yelling in front of my children either however firstly, I wouldn’t be spitting on people in the first place and then again I wouldn’t have my son around when it came to ‘adult’ discusions whereby you would have known that you were the subject of the talks.

Our first opportunity to resolve anything was when myself, my friend who had witnessed most of this and my landlord and neighbour confronted them about their activity, the ensuing farce still makes me laugh when after not denying a single thing, blaming everyone they could and then getting ‘mad’ and threatening to call the Police (lol), their IQ deficient brother (the one above me) said that we’d never prove it anyway.

Of course at the time this was all in Greek and I was getting a rough narrative on the fly by my friend – by the time I heard this I went mental but still managed to keep it fairly together, when I pressed him on why they’d been spraying chemicals on me and my cats, directly to the point that I could hardly breathe, he reiterated that we’d never prove it and called me a ‘Malaka’.

I knew ‘Malaka’. I didn’t need a translation for that. The penny dropped and I grabbed him and pushed him to the balcony in the hall.

(Throw his ugly stupid dead weight body over my brain was telling me in between, not good for your landlord to see you attempt murder over a fellow tenant), however the ‘Malaka’ word woke everyone up. I having all the reason in the world to call this prick still acknowledged him the privilege of some dignity ( wasted I know), however I did.

His brother then reared up like a little Ewok on steroids and threatened me which resulted in my getting all fired up and ready to party when I’ll be damned if my Landlord didn’t just get into the festive spirit too. (See, now what kind of a Landlord is that)…

It’s since become fairly obvious that these people have been at least part responsible for driving out tenants from my landlord and my neighbours landlord previously which is something now being addressed too however it was so rock ‘n’ roll to be stood in the hallway with my Landlord ready to rumble…

Fortunately the situation dissolved, and or unfortunately the situation dissolved, I’m still not sure about the outcome but either way, we learn’t a lot about these people that day. So did they, they’re plan had failed and back fired.

Since this day, it’s like one of them wakes up with a boner in the middle of the night whereby they try a ‘new’ ingenious way of trying to p*ss us off and make life hell, and it works.

We have been p*ssed off however WE haven’t now wasted nearly a year of our lives being malicious scum, losing sleep over trying to make someone’s life hell while they can.

This weekend just gone went one further though, a usual day here resulted in me being slightly sleep deprived through working on my new site and as per the norm – 30 minutes after he see’s that my lights have gone out he starts hammering.

Bad mistake, I react of course, grab my baseball bat and start banging at the ceiling as I have done now for months but as now they step it up when my neighbour leaves, they maybe didn’t expect for any more. Not that night.

I calmly went up, walked outside the lobby knowing he’d be peering through his keyhole window watching me go past, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

In some ways, I knew what was going to happen. I’d had the dream, over and over, night after night and it had become like a story unfolding, one to which I was just a passive stranger watching from the outside.

I had a cigarette, enjoyed the fresh air. It seemed to calm me. Then I stubbed it out, flicked it away and pressed his doorbell. I say pressed, I just kind of held it down.

It’s one of those horrific inner city buzzers you get too, I loved hearing it that one time, over, and over and over…


One minute passed, I knew no one would answer. For eight months now he’d hidden in the darkness of his flat until I’d screamed enough blue murder at him to cause others to take notice. I knew a coward when I saw one, or should I say, if I could see the one…

Two minutes…

Three minutes, and it’s fair to say I’d have been there all f*cking night too.

Maybe four minutes, had gone by and I saw his limp snivelling body appear in the hallway, (bingo, his door’s just shut behind him).

“Oi, f*ckface. What’s your problem AGAIN hammering at this hour.” I enquired… Θ)

He looked down his nose and as I managed to open the outside door, heard the back end of him saying “Ti – MALAKA”

“What – MALAKA” – You get one for free, the second comes with a pricetag.

By the time I’d gotten my foot through the main door he’d tried to scramble his sorry ass through his door but we both knew there wasn’t going to be enough time for that level of cowardice this particular night.

It’s fair to say that without anything getting lost in translation, I made my point. Had it not have been for his brother’s wife coming out to find me dragging him toward the main door in a headlock, who know’s – I may have been still ‘discussing matters’ early Sunday morning.

Of course, I was the problem – Goes without saying. Of course she didn’t hear him hammering some minutes earlier (or any of the other times previously except for when she blamed another tennant for it), but definitely not this time She didn’t hear his buzzer going for nearly five minutes either but me waking her with my loud behaviour did and apparently she saw the whole thing. LOL

If she HAD of been there, I’d have given her my phone to film it all, get some youtube feel good factor going on around the place for once…

Plus, there wasn’t any loud to it, in truth not much was said and I wasn’t mad, it was instinctive by this point, the loudest thing I was aware of at one point was when his head cracked of the floor at one point but that was just musical.

In fact I’d buy that on CD…

I camly went back down, had a drink and awaited the Police. Not much you can do in these circumstances. I called my dear friend who ‘again’ helped with my linguistics whilst dealing with what can only be described as the nicest Police officers you could ever hope to meet.

Kind, thoughtful and understanding of the situation.

I don’t ever like to lose control and rarely like to engage in such activity however if you’ve read any of my blog before this, you’ll understand that one can only hold out for so long before someone pushes you so far.

What happens next, who knows – I care little. For the first time in months I slept like a baby – The hammering stopped and I met some great Police officers. In some ways I should have done it months earlier however a voice inside of me, as well as several voices belonging to people I know and care for has been telling me not to. I tried.

I’m sorry – in some ways anyway.

Sorry I waited, sorry I didn’t get him outside, sorry I didn’t do it that first time, but mostly sorry for the few people in my life who don’t need this sh*t.

I’m only human too though and I can only bottle up so much anger against people with such disgusting habits as these scumbags have and chose to carry out against people.

So if you’re in the neighbourhood, or maybe one of the neighbours who live across, next to or within sight of me and you were wondering about that crazy English guy who’s often screaming up at the f*ckwit above him, now you know.

Sure, I’m English, but I’m a human being too, one well worth knowing if your a decent sort too…

Χαρήκα,  it will be nice to get to know some more human beings in this Country as I know there are lots about…

Smile, act like a pro and take it up the ass…

Kind a Catchy don’t ya think…?

I’m thinking of helping a number of respective Government parties with it for their new and up-and-coming election campaigns.

Let’s face it, it’s what they secretly wish they could whisper in our ears whilst they’re f*cking us REAL good, which when it comes down to things, they could well be doing right now anyway.

Fortunately I haven’t got some sweaty Minister canoodling with my bits as they shaft us daily. I do check though, regularly as these days it’s hard to not feel like at any point a strange guy with nothing but a smile and an erection offers us a cigarette before he nods off and leaves us wondering who the hell he was.

That’s not from experience anyway, I may have been that guy in several cases, but I never nodded off… And to be fair, the focus of my passion wasn’t to feltch my way through your pockets in the eager anticipation of discovering whether or not you’d have a ‘fun-sized’ Mars bar.

Me, my particular vices all feature women, Mars bars being optional and usually lots of them, women that is, not Mars bars – although I’d probably be the last to complain about them either way.

Firstly, a word of caution though about any form of ‘Chocolate Liason’ if you’ve never had one of those little ‘accidents’ before, be careful, they do melt surprisingly quick and can end up in more than your pillow casing, so I’ve heard…

Secondly, don’t attempt any sexual encounters with Maltesers either, especially if it’s with me as you’ll only end up disappointed as you lie naked clutching an empty bag…

…of Maltesers that is…

This, my latest shameful outburst today comes after reading numerous articles about the Immigration problem here in Athens, and how in some sectors of the press it seems like people won’t be happy till everyone non Greek is rounded up and cattle-prodded into their own little Ghetto.

If I seem to remember rightly it’s Pink triangles for Gays, a Red triangle for political prisoners, liberals & communists and a Purple triangle for Jehovah’s Witnesses, etc, etc, etc…

Sounds a little too familiar does it not?

I’m in favour of any nation trying to resolve it’s immigration policies but not at the expense of human dignity and the suffering of others through persecution.

I learn’t that in History, lot of it about so I’m told.

Meanwhile the harsh reality is that the SS, Oops (state) are suggesting HIV monitoring and detention centers throughout Greece to tackle the current immigration crisis which it is competently terrifying people with at present.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m in favor of a Nation sorting its own first, it’s common sense. It’s easier to help people full stop, but in reality the world has moved on beyond a point of being able to do that realistically.

Personally, I like the Ozzie approach – meet their criteria or they’ll sink your ship and feed you to the Koala’s, no messing about.

So, If you’re new to my blog then you’ll soon realise that the point of this blog was to help highlight state governed abuse of the Health Sector by KEELPNO and ACTUP ΔΡΑΣΕ HELLAS, something that is now being discussed to control the people ‘who are running wild in Athens’ so they would have you believe… That’s the immigrants running wild in the city, not the Greek CDC who are sadly still running wild with their Policies.

(Brief interlude) – Man appears offering the crowds snacks – Albatross, get you’re Albatross here…

The Blog – I keep hoping to write a post about the many good things there are in Greece however these days it’s difficult to focus on the good when the bad eats at out hearts daily, have faith though, summer is on the way and even a serial sun dodger like myself can find the good in that.

So on I roll…

(Interlude over)…

To re-iterate, the same people who allowed non qualified, non legal criminals to masquerade as Doctors are providing their ‘Expertise’ to help plan and implement a solution’.

Fortunately isn’t hasn’t developed into a ‘final solution’ however you never know. You probably don’t know their current form to such malpractice, it’s the stuff of Legend.

Furthermore to this farce is that the KEELPNO Director in charge of employing at least one of these nimwits who illegally claimed to be a Doctor is in discussions about how this should be carried out. Not to mention the others who no doubt received pharmaceutical benefits through dealing with such medical cases, but who also managed to give themselves access to state and EU funding of their own approval.


The Higher echelon of this organisation act with complete impunity whilst the power that be carry on implementing which ever Mickey Mouse projects they so chose to embark on.

Now it seems to me that for 10 years at least and whilst these half-brained idiots were in control of this sector, they clearly f*cked it up to now that it’s beyond repair and subject to the ridecule that is now running rife within this sector, so the answer clearly is to let these people carry on with it as it’s not f*cked enough.

If it’s not bad enough that the Police have to pick up the burden of trying to Police these ghost citizens, the mainframe answer to coping with them is to lock them up, brand them as dangers to society and then what.

I personally recommend that Greece now bolsters it’s Space program so at the very least we can jettison some of these poor f*ckers into space and at least save them the misery and indignity of having to live like prisoners for trying to make a life for themselves.

Better still we could get the Greek CDC to use them as Guinea pigs on test medication, erm, and get Pharmaceutical companies to reward staff for using their Medicine… Now how about that for an idea that doesn’t seem like its a new thing already…

So, back at the Ranch and as the Greek bailout plans push to gain the confidence of it’s nation by locking up absolutely anyone else, it truly seems like progress will be made and that tube of super strength lube will come in handy for at least somebody here.

I’ve long thought that those in power have little clue about their own Nation at best, but now it seems that they not only fail to have a clue about ANYTHING, they don’t even know what it is they are suppose to be doing.

Smiling, acting like a pro and taking it up the ass is all they can ever hope to achieve for those in front of them whilst those behind stand eagerly awaiting, dick in hands wishing it was their turn…

* Will probably add to this as the initial anger that poured out on reading much of what is going about failed to give me time to properly digest the stupidity of it all…

Greece – A Country at war with itself…

I’ve seen a lot in my time and especially since I moved to Greece, it’s beauty however has recently been overshadowed by the incompetence, tyranny and corruption which now threatens to destroy it.

I sadly believe it’s been there for a long time, but recently it’s become a plague which has spiraled out of control. One which now threatens to take everyone with it as a result.

When I first came to Greece I was caught in the middle of Exarhia when the young boy got shot. That was the first time I ever saw a riot first hand and it wasn’t pretty.

When you see the pictures on TV they don’t give you a scale of the intensity, they don’t capture the air, the smell of the toxic chemicals pouring from the cars and buildings which are in some cases still ablaze, you don’t have to gasp for fresh air as the residue tear gas burns your eyes and causes in some cases vomiting and sickness, and when you walk down roads familiar to you, you struggle to recognise them as you tread on broken glass, marble and brick, dodging the mangled wreckage of overturned vehicles whilst at the same time trying to avoid harassment from the Police or become an accidental and unsuspecting target for rioters in mid throw.

Here tonight (again) the city went to war with itself, and still I wonder who won. I couldn’t understand why people choose to burn what is theirs and why people would take to the streets to fight and destroy what they live with until I moved here and experienced the Greek way of life.

It’s not a life in which people assume that all Greeks enjoy sipping their frappe’s by the beach all day, it’s not a life of riches and vain obsession with being lazy as I have seen them wrongly portrayed – It’s one of hardship, of several jobs and no security, of never being paid on time, of not knowing ‘when’ or ‘if’ you will actually get paid, and if your job will even exist next month, that’s the reality.

In summer it reaches 40 degrees here in Athens as with many places and if your workplace has no air conditioning I defy anyone to say that the heat won’t affect them, equally so in Winter, businesses aren’t like in Europe where Health and Safety cover your working conditions, they don’t in many cases exist.

Now Greeks feel like they are being screwed by Europe when the ‘Europe’ they as civilians signed up for never made it past the Politicians who had lied to get them there in the first place.

EU law isn’t implemented in Greece much, in fact I’d be so bold to say in many cases most Greeks don’t even know what should be in place and provided for by their Government, and few would even think that there is another life beyond the misery inflicted upon them by those guilty of bringing the Country to such a state anyway.

The salaries here are a joke, the conditions are poor and the fear in peoples eyes as they watch the news and read the papers is one of betrayal, of anger and of not knowing as they see another bunch of hypocritical leeches hanging the working class out to dry as they act with impunity, allowing furthermore the rich to get rich and the rest to waste away.

They have a word in Greece which describes the people who have led to this decline in infrastructure, the people who have and still do bleed this country dry, it’s ‘λαμόγιο‘, pronounced ‘Lamoiyo’.

This word represents a sector of society who have used and abused every opportunity to take all they can from us all. The Politicians, the businessmen the Government officials and corrupt civil servants who have taken everything and put nothing back, who lie and still run around like headless chickens waiting for the Virgin Mary to reappear and tell them how special they are.

Yes, they are special – anywhere else in the world they would be slowly going missing, one by one to strange and mysterious suicides. You know the type, ‘shot himself in the back of the head seventeen times’ or ‘buried himself alive’ scenarios…

Greece wouldn’t be borrowing money from Europe if it recovered just half of what people have stolen in just my time here, IT’D BE LENDING IT THEM!

Then there’s the resources and other exports which don’t get to have half a chance to get developed correctly as all the scum are fighting over them. If they can’t be in control and screw the system some more then they won’t let anyone else do it either so nothing ever stands to get done anymore.

I know this as I saw it first hand after being offered the chance to work for an ‘NGO’ here in Athens which was run by these ‘λαμόγιο‘.

The full story is covered within numerous posts on the blog as I still fight to help rid Greek society of scum such as these who have no shame in being two faced hypocrites as they steal from you all, but the sad reality is far worse.

The Greek C.D.C who were in charge of this farce, and who allow their staff to run bogus and non legal projects and who employ people who pretend to be Doctors, when confronted with the facts, the did nothing. First they refused vital information which they are obliged to give about their projects, then they employed the President who is masquerading as a Doctor full time. Fact.

Despite this one NGO being guilty of wasting taxpayers money, they still do nothing. So, here’s your problem Greece.

As they were happy to charge champagne and other luxuries on the system’s payroll, (technically EU and Greek taxpayers money), then surely it’s easy enough to charge for a little rope and be rid of the problem once and for all…?!

This can be said of thousands of other institutions, businesses and other Government run projects which have been guilty of throwing funding to halfwit con-men who have now bled us dry.

Some of what you see and hear is understandable, much defies belief however it’s only when you’ve lived somewhere and tapped the surface that you come to understand the way of life and why the people are what they are.

After four years of living here you have little else to do than get mad as nothing seems to be recognised by the people who can and should do something.

I haven’t taken to throwing petrol bombs at people and to ripping the city down but I understand what makes people so mad that they would.

My only suggestion would be to throw them where it counts…

This next picture was featured online and says it all :

Yes, there is enough rope and more than enough lamposts to ensure we solve the problem correctly...

Yes, there is enough rope and more than enough lamposts to ensure we solve the problem correctly...

Days before Greece is due to sign the bailout package and as the city is on fire as panic spreads through the Country, Politicians sit watching the football.

“One bullet, a good scope and a high powered rifle are all you need to make an impact in Politics…”

To be continued…