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Štefánik, Masaryk a Beneš sú tá najľahšia Fuck, Marry, Kill v našich dejinách.

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zatímco vy si tu povídáte o potenciálním masaryk muzikálu ve stylu hamiltona, já mám válečné flashbacky na tohle

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Dnešní edice "Viděno v Brně"

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byl docela power move od dlažební kostky říct sice nemam nohy, ale i tak jsem ti obtáhla starou

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"Tady v novinách píšou, že v Praze řádí ňákej falešnej vrchní. A ten popis to jste celej vy!"

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#expost20: Jan Žižka

O tomto filmu jsme hlasovali v listopadu 2023. 14,3 % lidí ho vidělo, 2,9 % o něm nikdy neslyšelo, aktuální verdikt je neviděli.

Aby nové výsledky přepsaly ty původní, musí tato anketa získat 70 nebo více hlasů.

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Moravia-Silesia Gothic

Some may apply to other parts of Czech Republic or other Slavic/former Eastern Bloc countries

if you showed someone a photo of an apartment block in Pripyat and an apartment block in the city you were born in, they would not be able to tell a difference. you too cannot tell the difference

America is huge and scary, czech republic is weird because there's a lot of contrast between the old and new, nature and civilisation, modernity and decay and everything is super close to each other but still feels like whole different worlds

the apartment blocks, a staple of the communist era and symbol of urbanization, standing just a few hundred meters from a forest

the forests look like small leftovers of wilderness surrounded by agriculture, but they are a lot bigger once you enter

as you go through the forest you keep finding strips of colorful crepe paper on the branches. you cannot remember when was the last time someone organized a fairytale forest event here. the colors are not faded

the endless canola fields, the toxic yellow feels like a punch in the eye. or a punch in the nose if you are allergic. the Agrofert empire grows larger every year, consuming everything in its path

portions of forests destroyed by parasites, cry and dead and surrounded by life like an empty hole ripped out of a living body

mountains with places covered with little rock towers build by those before you. it is good to leave another rock on one of the towers. make sure it does not collapse

tourist marks that are not on the marked roads. the symbols look different from the official labels. they still lead you where you need to

walking through villages where time seems to have stopped in the early 20th century. you climb on the next hill and see a shiny modern bridge, and feel like you just travelled through time

every village has a stork nest. if there is no signs of storks there is something very wrong with the place

you go mushroom foraging. you spend a few hours in the forest. you leave the forest and see a small village. the signs are in Polish. you did not notice crossing the border with Poland

that one small airport sitting in the middle of a field with an old decomissioned biplane standing guard that everyone knows by name

abandoned railroads, water-powered electric power plants, storage house and guard houses rusting on the edges of forests, overgrown by bushes

every hill has the ruins of a castle and a chain of WWII bunkers just nearby

there is a WWII bunker just a short walk from your house

the school you went to had lockers underground, behind thick metal doors. only later you realized they were bomb shelters from fifty or more years ago

rusting empty industrial buildings standing right next to modern new shiny shopping centres, slowly decaying but oddly beautiful

old abandoned communist buildings that never got finished, behemoths of the past showing their bare bones to the sun and wind, full of shadows and forgotten hopes

sometimes the abandoned constructions get rebuilt almost overnight without warning

places that have long since been renamed but the locals still use the old names, even though they were born ages after the regime they were named under fell. it may have been renamed to Hlavní třída, but children still call it Leninka before even learning who Lenin was

train stations in the middle of fields and forests, no buildings, no way of buying tickets, only the rails and a small stone platform, a sign with the station name if you're lucky, surrounded by briar bushes

slightly larger train stations with a single waiting room and only one ticket office that hasn't been open for decades, with broken windows, glass shards on the ground and nasty smell, covered with graffiti and so silent you can hear your heartbeat. the few people you ever meet there are not the kind you want to speak to, and you pray they don't speak to you

humongous train stations build for the influx of workers in new power plants and factories that got abandoned the moment the factories closed with the fall of the regime. walking through the deserted hall feels almost physically painful

in the entire building there is only one tiny shop still open, selling ice cream and alcohol. other shops are boarded up and there is grafitti everywhere, with heavy smell of cigarette smoke. when you enter it feels like the entire city has been dead for decades

the building has two floors. you want to see what's on the top floor. but you do not dare, even though it calls you

when you need to take a train from Ostrava you much rather cross the whole city than take the train from Vítkovice

mushrooms grow in the middle of the city. bright red amanitas stubbornly living next to an asphalt road, luring kids from the nearby playground

your parents told you not to eat any cherries or plums growing in the city. you eat them anyway. they taste bitter and each of them most likely shortened your lifespan by a year. you keep on eating them

circles of grass surrounded by tall metal spikes like twisted hellish fairy rings. you know what's beneath them

there is the surface. then there is the cellars. then there is the caves. then there is Hell. then there is the black coal mines

the mines have been closed for ages but you can still feel the lights are on down there. you are sure there is someone still working in the mines. last night there was an earthquake. you remember that if the mines flooded half the city would sink. some towns already did

Landek is the only safe mine. it has been tamed. but you can still feel the presence of miners modern and from the Habsburk era as well as the prehistoric hunters

you can camp in Landek park, right next to the work hangar. The question is whether you should

you are certain the mammoth statue stood somewhere else just minutes ago

they say the local environment is healing. they say your city is one of the greenest in the country. the remnants of nature say otherwise

the air is heavy. the news suggested you to keep the windows closed at night. as you leave to work in early morning the streets are filled with haze that stings in the throat. from a distance the sky above the cities looks purple. when you get caught by a fog elsewhere you get confused. you forgot there is also natural fog. it feels strange to breathe fresh air

the slow pulsing orange glow above the city at night, like a heartbeat reminding you "this city never sleeps"

the river is by no means clean. foam often floats on top. your best childhood moments were spent playing in that water

pipes. in and outside the city. along the roads and train tracks. if you get lost, follow the pipes

the large waste ponds offer a nice place for a walk. ignore the sign telling you to turn back. but stay on the road. the trees are pretty but the ground is toxic

avoid puddles. some are genuine rainwater even in summer when it hasn't rained for weeks. some are dirty water. some are not water at all. the sight of the bottom can be misguiding

puddles near abandoned chemical plants are to be avoided at all costs. if you set foot there you fall in and no one will ever fish you out. there would not be much to fish out anyway

you get a text message. "Welcome to Poland. Your calls now cost so and so." you have not left the city and the border is kilometers away

you understand Slovak. you understand Polish. you understand a little German. a little Russian. the dialect you speak daily is an amalgamation of countless histories, lifes of traders, steelworkers, miners and immigrants from all over. you can no longer tell which language the word you just said came from

you know your home is sick. you know what the rusting industrial towers stood for and how they affected the land for decades. yet you cannot help but find the land beautiful, and feel an odd pride in thriving in a place full of poison

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To O v ABO je kvůli Ostravě

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nutně potřebuju, aby Kofola udělala tu věc se jménama na lahvích jako má Coca Cola, ale místo random jmen by tam byly jména českých ikon...takže by byla Kofola se Svartou, Hurvínkem, Jiráčkem, bábou pod kořenem atd....mohly by být třeba i couples matching Kofola láhve jako třeba Pat a na druhý Mat a tak🙏

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Už jsem tu několikrát chrlil horkej úchop, že opravování cizí gramatiky je fuj a krynž a pokud to vyloženě není stěžejní pro smysl diskuze, vynášim za to na svém blogu hříšníky v zubech jako kuna vejce (ať už se to děje mně, nebo někomu jinému). Ale myslím, že by možná bylo produktivnější vysvětlit, PROČ to považuju za takovej mor.

Zaprvý, ty víc zjevný věci: Je to prostě tak trochu trapný. Používám to slovo ve spojení s nevyžádaným opravováním gramatiky často, já vim, ale stojím si za ním. Pokud někdo něco napíše a vaše trocha do polívky je, že to nenapsal podle posvátných pravidel jazyka českého, tak to doslova neslouží vůbec ničemu. V nejlepším případě se OP cítí trochu jako vůl, protože se od vás dozví, že neměl dostatek panických záchvatů nad svým pravopisem, než zmáčknul enter, nebo že se na zasraným tumblr.dot.gov.net.peklo.com nenamáhá psát s ryzí panenskou čistotou jazyka dle vašich představ, a vy jste velkej koumák, kterej mu to přišel oznámit, jako učitelka na základce. V nejhorším případě buzerujete někoho, komu psaní dělá potíže, VÍ, že mu to dělá potíže a fakt nestál o vaše opravy, když si jen přišel svobodně felit na internetový náměstí. Taky tak jako automaticky odvádíte téma od pointy příspěvku na sebe — "Hele, jakej jsem lumen! Hotovej génius! Ty to děláš blbě a já tě opravil, jsem poklad, jsem klenot, jsem chytré zlatíčko uwu". Všechny ty věci jsou dost pitomý a dostatečnej důvod, proč jsme to měli nechat na FB v roce 2013, ne si to tahat ještě sem jako zabahněný boty na koberec v obejváku.

Nicméně, ta důležitější věc, kvůli který i nadále plánuju být přirozeným predátorem pro gramatickou policii: Ta úzkostná mentalita, kterou tim zavlíkáte na místo, který je kurva o koníčcích, komunitě, debilních vtipech a snad úplně nejvíc, o uvolnění. Vy si můžete říkat "Ale já jsem přece brouček a zlatíčko a říkám to tak hezky! Určitě se nic nestane, když JÁ upozornim OP, že ačkoliv rozumím celému jejich příspěvku, mají špatně y/i". Jenže to nikdy, nikde, ani omylem neskončí vámi. Někdo jinej vidí, že je to teda asi v pohodě a udělá to samý, akorát o mnoho méně slušně. A pak další. A pak další. A jde to takhle z kopce do horoucích pekel z toho prostýho důvodu, že malicherně skákat lidem do řeči a opravovat jejich pravopis, jako kdyby na tom proboha vůbec záleželo, je aktivita, co prevalentně přitahuje lidi, co se chtějí po někom svézt. Ani si to nemusí uvědomovat — mají z něčeho mindrák a tohle je extrémně jednoduchý způsob, jakým se prezentovat jako ten chytřejší, strhnout na sebe pozornost a trochu shodit někoho jiného. A vedlejším výsledkem je, že z našeho debilního blogískování na uwunetech se stává zamindrákované, předpojaté a nepřátelské místo.

Je to tak úplně pokaždý a už mě fakt nebaví, jak zas a znova vynalézáme to samý kolo. Je to debilní. Pokud to neni důležitý ve jménu porozumění, nedělejte to. Jinak vás poženu husim krokem, jak říkávala bábi.

Palim dopiče z tadyma ✌🛸🌙

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id: a picture of a page from the Japanese translation of Osudy dobrého vojáka Švejka, a novel about a stupid soldier fighting in WW1 originally written in Czech. A quote in Hungarian, “Baszom az anyát, baszom az Istent, baszom a Krisztus Máriát, baszom az atyát, baszom a világot!” is phonetically transcribed to Japanese in a poor quality. Then an annotation follows, saying “Hungarian words for vulgarly insulting mother, father, the God, Christ and Mary, and entire world”.

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"A kde to teď vlastně jsi?"

U Adolfů ve skalí, v bahýnku u nácků.

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Conspiracy theories from other countries in 20th century: It was the CIA/the KGB/the Chinese/the aliens that killed *insert a political/army figure*

Czechs in 20th century: It was a centuries old curse made by our favourite king that got that motherfucking son of a bitch may he rot in hell forever, he should not have touched our crown jewels, he had it coming.

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I don't have the energy anymore to rewrite this post in a less angry way so you'll just have to take it as it is.

I honestly can't believe American "leftists" are out here arguing if trans men/mascs deserve to be included under the trans umbrella while also ignoring every single nonbinary person and anyone who identifies with multiple genders and just generally being intersexist while

THEY FUCKING BANNED PRIDE IN HUNGARY

My country is losing it's basic human rights left and right and y'all are creating more infighting and falling for psyop bullshit more than ever before

Literally no one I've met in this country who isn't a straight up a transphobe thinks like this. Because we DON'T have the time for it! We have these serious real issues and you guys act like you can argue your way into human rights with each other, but all you are doing is reducing the theoretical part of what rights are actually until the current conservative fascist status quo is somehow progressive and leftist. I feel like I'm in an asylum when I see y'all argue this shit.

Please for the love of everything just look outside your bubble for once and try to support human rights in other countries as well. Our economy and currency is poopy shit so if you were to donate with your money it would be a lot more worth it.

I recommend donating to

Budapest Pride (our biggest longest running pride event, as far as we know they'll still hold it, however attendees could receive a mark in their record or even insanely high fines)

Diverse Youth Network (organizers of our second Pride, held in the city of Pécs, it's very important for us to show that rural cities also have queer ppl)

Háttér Társaság (x) (they provide legal and psychological support for LGBTQ+ ppl, do studies and report on news concerning us)

Amnesty Hungary (x) (they campaign for other causes as well but their main angle in our country is LGBTQ+ rights. They create many events for us and support our Pride)