Some fatherly advice for Nyx

Day 2,472, 12:30 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by Releasethe Krakken

Never get behind your goals

I broke a 1000 hearts before I met you...



Anyone can place sexy avatars in their avatars:



Actual woman expect us to engage with them on an intelligent level and to raise issues that is a concern to them. Actual woman and most men in Ireland do not care about your sexy avatars they want to hear why you want to be CP and what you will offer Ireland.

Players do no want to hear the same old ball of yarn the whole time

Sometimes we need big steps to deliver a higher level of service to our customers /citizens.



Sometimes this steps will start as a small seed



Grow to a small tree



and finally born the big tree that was envisaged when we planted that one small seed so many years ago:


Transparency in government and the economic reform of Ireland is that small seeds.

It will lead to the end of doubt and bad decision making. It will lead to the financial independence of Ireland to a treasury it will lead to a society where government helps citizens and builds up their accounts.

The citizens of Ireland must still make that decision: more mediocrity or do we embrace the future.

We can continue on our path it seems indefinitely



My friend Nyx but where will we be in 3 months or even 1 year In nature we get hibernation. Where animals/humans stockpile food for the coming winter:



What if I tell you Nyx that winter maybe coming sooner than we anticipated that the total economic shutdown maybe months/days away.

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Prizes is dropping my dear Nyx. Player accounts is stagnating and never growing.

If WRM hit 0.01 the entire economy flatlines



That will mean most small players have no income anymore. No money means no gold means no weps means no desire to play.

We are a small country and if we work together we can turn this tzunami approaching us away.

If we continue on our singular path where everyone turns their back on the irish factory owner we maybe on a path of no return





The economic up-shoot now available is being ignored.

We need to debate and forge our plans . Furthermore we must hunker down and support the Irish factory owner. We must create a singular line of IRISH products. PRODUCED AND WHOLLY CONSUMED IN IRELAND.



a singular brand like we are doing in South Africa



Support local business ; "Every cc spend in Ireland is for the benefit of an Irish person" And by return every CC you spend here might sometimes partially flow back to you. Its strange that understanding eCountry economics might be as easy as understanding small town economics. We support our own! .

There is the riddle of the hotel owner who receives 3 coins for renting a room . He decides to pay the greengrocer. The greengrocer decides to settle his account at the butcher. The butcher takes the money and pays his doctor and the doctor pays his attorney. The attorney finally return to the hotel owner and pays 3 coins to him for his old restaurant bill. With that 3 coins 6 bills was paid yet only 3 coins was ever used.



And finally to the negativity caused by Nyx who refuses to play the ball and not the player.

Tourette's is treatable: or so I have heard.



Be more creative with your insults:



Argue serious topics by not using insults.

I sai😛 Transparency Nyx said your stupid.
I sai😛 A country president should have all of his elements military and political in Ireland. Nyx said your stupid Im baby sitting an Irish players hungarian MU.
I said : Have respect for your opponent. Nyx said your stupid.

Know yourself:

I have several times spotted this behavior in Nyx . One writes a joke and then she goes to extreme lengths to tell you how stupid you are.

You have a tendency to be a hothead to immediately jump to the attack when players are just making light fun at you.

How will this work our if your say corresponding with a foreign CP and he does not agree with everything you say.


There is a way to express yourself without saying the explicit and illegal words you use. A good player adjust his vocabulary to adjust to the rules.

Learn to laugh at yourself. Perfection is impossible even how hard you try and accomplish it.

And finally hatred is the little seed that grows in our souls that destroy ourselves from inside. I know because I never hate anyone I rather always let go of the feeling for I know how damaging it is.

I am sorry I had to engage in your article of hatred. If your so clever why do you attack people based on what you call their stupidity.

Im sorry that does not sound very clever to me:

But I want you to have this passage and think about it next time you respond to a sharp burst of hatred when you hear your name.

Led Zeppelin - Dazed and Confused

*I planted a seed.

It was a little seed.

I turned it over in my hands. Rubbed it’s hard, smooth surface between my fingers. Allowed it’s coolness to sink into my skin.

For the briefest of moments, I considered throwing it away, but instead I planted it. Right in the soft soil of my heart.

A seed of irritation.

I could have left it alone there. No sun. No water. Just a dormant seed, unable to grow.

But I didn’t.

I sprinkled it with indignation. I let warm rays of displeasure penetrate the soft soil of my heart. And it sprouted.

It was a little plant.

I reached out to it. Caressed the soft leaves branching off it’s thin stem.

For the briefest of moments, I considered plucking it out of the hardening soil of my heart, but instead I left it in place. Certainly something so small could do no harm.

A little plant of self-entitlement.

A Little Plant

I poured out a flood of resentment on it. I let hot rays of anger pound down upon it.

And it grew.

It was a weed.

I stared at it. Startled by how quickly it had grown. How strong it had become.

For the briefest of moments, I remembered what my heart was like before it took root. Before it was planted. Before it became:

A weed of hatred.

I grabbed hold of the weed and pulled, feeling every tug. It resisted. The roots were deep and strong.

I pulled harder. A piece gave way. The broken stem clung to my hand, reminding me of the investment I had placed in it’s growth. It would not leave as easily as it had come.

Desperate now, I clawed at it’s base. Yanked with all my strength. The rock hard soil began to crumble. I cried out in pain, but continued to pull.

Slowly, finally, it gave way. I fell back, exhausted. The weed lay beside me; its long, dirty roots exposed, ugly.

A Big Weed

And where my heart had been, a large, gaping hole.

I struggled to my feet. Spent. Hurt. Alone. With only one thing left to do:

Attempt to repair the damage.

The damage caused by planting one little seed.

Ok onto less serious things some uplifting music

Jackie Wilson with a very upbeat Higher and higher

Good duet with Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell Aint no mountain high enough

Newer music cant find my old bookmarks:

Sebatler - Hunter of Stars

Ok Georgia Satellites with Keep your hands to yourself

Joining the first song Steppenwolf [great band] with

Born to be wild

Lou Reed - Walk on the Wild Side

Little before but song is after midnight by JJ Cale

Wonder if this is a George Harrison song but anyway Eric Clapton - While my guitar gently weeps.

Hey Joe

White Room - Cream
footnotes:

* courtesy of http://ohhonestly.net/2014/07/02/planted-seed/