Bling Bling.

Her name is “Bling bling”; MIKAELA “BLING BLING”.

Where come my anger for what´s about “bling bling”?

This old guy that I´m helping sometimes, told about this subject, also I´ve been listening a herd of goats, girls in my train from Helsinki to Puistola, talking like stupid, telling nonsense, and I got overdose then.

This world full of peoples materialistic, or superficial or futile. But the bling bling, is all about that: materialistic, superficial AND futile.

It´s easy to see them: they are interested ONLY by what is trendy and fashionable. And you can meet them in some trendy of course (they will never go to the discotheque of Sokos hotel Vantaa) discotheques and bars, like Club Vatican or Open bar lounge, where you can meet accidentally some singers, which is an opportunity to be taken in photo with, smiling like bonobo´s monkey, after being using make- up like porno actresses and placing this photo in their profile on Instagram, this site for narcissist.

There is a girl like that, her name is Mikaela. No, I don´t know her personally because I should be ashamed, getting along with that kind of pathetical alien.

When a bling bling says that she appreciate Nelson Mandela, she is telling nonsense. She prefers the decadent stars like Lady Gaga and Rihanna.

She knows absolutely nothing about REAL artist like (e.g.) Sixto “Sugar man” Rodriguez.

When a bling bling is talking, you can be sure to start, yawning exaggeratedly, like the black dog of my neighbor, tongue outside.

Her subject of conversation: party, fashion, stars, and money.

She was not working during a while, but thanks for their parents, having high incomes.

Concretely, these young assholes receive pocket money generously donated by mom or dad. They can lose their money in clubbing only in fashion area, or having a trip to Tallinn with “no-brain” friends like them.

That kind of animal doesn´t know what means the sense of the life: they have everything ready for them since their birth. They don´t know what means, “No pain, no gain”.

Sorry but when I was 18, I had to leave my relatives, going to work hard early (no pocket money for me), that means that I know what means the value of money.

A friend wrote on FB:

-“After paid yours bills, when you have food and clothes, you don´t need more money to be happy, and you don´t need to do shopping”.

Surely, I won´t get enough money to buy my dream-car, Porsche Cayenne GTS (I´m born in Cayenne), but that is not a problem, in my point of view.

Mikaela and parents want more money, to be able to buy more, to pay more, to consume more, and to POLLUTE more.

Her mother, went from Helsinki to Boston M.A, to get biggest salary, despite she is having a good one. Yes, she leaves friends, relatives, throwing her sex-friend to the trash like shit, to go far away from beautiful Finland.

But she is 50 years old, meaning that she understood nothing about what is important in a life: HEART.

A poor and pathetical female who is running for money till her death: higher income but less piece of mind, good IQ but less emotion.

That real egoistic creature has no heart, and depending on the circumstance, she is thinking only to satisfy her bank account, her mouth, her stomach, or her ass (on the weekend).

With that kind of parent, monster of egoism, how is it possible to have kids knowing what is essential, or having a heart?

By the way: Mikaela Bling Bling had to come back to Helsinki because unable to speak French correctly, to be able to take care about some French kids.

Of course the parents are paying/losing euros for that experience.

These young and decadent people from the middle class are forgetting that we are in the same planet, that they are polluting slowly but surely, day by day.

An example: why to buy an extra case for a smartphone? Some prices are unrealistic and I saw a piece which cost 30 euros at this Kamppi commercial center. This piece is made by a kid working far away from Finland, getting less of money, paying less, buying less and polluting less.

After that, Mikaela the daughter is losing 50 euros at the entrance of Club Lounge Helsinki.

Why I look angry against them: because they are polluting MY planet.

When they are making registration for sport, they are going in that kind of club like Motivus.fi, where the prices are for upper-class. But can you tell me if that change the quality of the sweat?

Going to Myllypuro sport area is too ordinary for them. However and like everyone, these pretentious females, has shit in their ass!

A farmer or a factory worker has more importance than, also he knows about what is real.

Never ask to Mikaela bling bling to explain about the genesis of Richard Wagner´s Tetralogy, or what about Carl von Clausewitz.

Mikaela, the bling bling girl, is too busy to be able to do voluntary work, also she is too egoistic to think about homeless, helping sick peoples, etc.

Only sometimes, she is going to visit their grandparents and that´s all.

-“What are you doing for others?” That is a question made by Martin Luther King, before he died by assassination.

Never ask that to Mikaela, she will reply by soporific sentences.

Please, don´t reply that Mikaela is young. Because since I´m living at Helsinki, I´m getting along with some people, they are not 20 years old since 20 or 30 years old. Their kids NEVER go to the bling bling area, because their parents did their work very well, teaching to the kids what is real in the life.

The girl of one of them is 178 cm tall, slim, having a “Miss Nordic” face: however she has refused a proposal from a casting agent, to become fashion model, preferring voluntary work during the weekend.

Naturally, Mikaela went for a shooting photo in a studio somewhere at Helsinki. And if that doesn´t work, she will perhaps try to go to Hell´s Kitchen.

Sorry: a bling bling is unable to cook.

Recently, before going to a party (to change about the routine?) she put a photo showing her tattooed feet, and she wrote exactly that: ”Believe in your shoes”.

Let this pathetical alien dreaming, and being shooting by some friend naming her, “My alcoholic friend”, as drinking and kissing a bottle of alcohol, forgetting a second empty bottle of vodka in a table at her back, before going as usual to the party, again and again.

Beware about the photos on Internet!

One night, she will get drunk and being victim of rape committed by 2 or 3 bastards, and getting pregnancy then, doing some abortion, hoping that she will be able to start thinking…

Well, I´m not sure that she has a brain, rather some marmalade.

 Jean-Jacques Hubert Mages.