jacobian's life

terakhir kali indonesia mengalami kudeta adalah ketika PKI berusaha melakukan pemberontakan pada tahun 1960 an. karena pemberontakan ini gagal maka terjadilah pembunuhan besar2an secara sistematis yg dilakukan oleh pemerintah yg berkuasa saat itu yaitu pemerintahan soeharto. jutaan orang yg berhubungan dengan PKI di penjara dan dibuang ke Bali yg mana akhirnya mereka dibunuh. hal ini juga di dukung oleh amerika yg mana saat itu CIA tidak menyukai pengaruh komunis karna Cina dan Uni Soviet adalah musuhnya amerika.

nah karena pemusnahan secara massal ini berhasil maka setelah itu tidak ada lagi yg berani melakukan kudeta di indonesia. hilang sudah yg berani melawan pemerintah.

jadi jika Erdogan pengen supaya tidak terjadi kudeta lagi di turki maka dia harus mengikuti langkah yg dilakukan soeharto ini jika tidak maka akan ada lagi pemberontakan selanjutnya di turki yg di lakukan oleh tentara yg ingin berkuasa dengan cara kudeta

kesimpulannya militer dan demokrasi adalah 2 hal yg berbanding terbalik.

I learn to code from 2 sources now, from codeacademy and udemy. the codeacademy teaches me how to solve problem which is good if you started to get to know how to code.

but in udemy the knowledge of programming is taken one step further. learning by watching, so that I can learn more how to code effectively in eclipse.

there's so much to learn when you watch people do coding, you can learn from how they type and all the tricks that were needed to make your code perform better.

usually coding is a lonely ritual but in udemy you can learn from the best and thus enhance your understanding of the best practice in coding.

so yeah, udemy has greatly helped me in understanding android programming into which I'll delve deeper.

Coup d' etat atau yang sering disebut kudeta adalah kata yg berasal dari france. dikarenakan dulu di francis sering banget terjadi kudeta sehingga menyebabkan kerajaan francis tumbang dan berganti menjadi republik sampai skrg ini. di amerika tidak pernah terjadi kudeta yang ada cuma pergantian administrasi. dan di inggris juga kerajaan masih berlaku ampe skrg. cuma di francis ajah yg berubah sistem politiknya dan memunculkan istilah kudeta ini.

kudeta yang terjadi di turkey memang sering terjadi di negara2 arab karena ga semua ulama islam mendukung demokrasi, mereka lebih memilih sistem kerajaan atau diktator yg mana lebih mudah dalam mengontrol rakyatnya ketimbang demokrasi yang memberikan terlalu banyak kebebasan.

sama seperti di arab saudi yg mana kerajaan nya mempunyai kekuasaan yg absolut disana.

ketika melihat para tentara pemberontak menyerahkan diri di tv, aq juga melihat mereka melepaskan semua atribut militer yaitu sepatu, senjata, jaket, tas dan lainnya. hal ini sering di lakukan oleh tentara yg menyerahkan diri supaya mereka bisa berbaur dengan rakyat sipil dan bisa melarikan diri. sehingga rakyat turki mungkin bisa mendapatkan senjata gratis yg tergeletak di jalanan mereka.

akibat dari kudeta ini sangat besar, mata uang turkish lira langsung terjun bebas karena orang pada menjual uang lira dan tidak mau menyimpannya karena kekacauan politik di turki.

tapi aq selalu percaya kekuasaan pemerintah harus terletak pada rakyat sipil dan bukan ama militer. kekuasaan militer harus bisa di cegah karna militer yg mengatakan akan menegakkan demokrasi adalah suatu lelucon di abad ini.

ambil mesir sebagai contoh militer yg berusaha menegakkan demokrasi dengan menculik para aktifis sehingga ga ada yg berani melawan pemerintahan mesir disana.

Militer selalu menggunakan kata demokrasi untuk melancarkan kudeta nya dan jangan terlalu percaya ama hal ini ya.

a very traditional and conservative girl, that means no sex before marriage. But he doesn't care, he loves her. After a year or two of dating he decides its time to propose. So he heads to her fathers house to ask his permission. "Hello, sir, I'm here to ask for your daughter's hand" A bit skeptical and looking to see if he really does love her, the father asks "And why is that?" The guy lets out a long drawn out sigh... "Well, its just that mine have gotten tired."

yells "Quick! How tall is a penguin?" Bartender says "Three feet tall." Guy says "Oh my God! I just ran over a nun!"

"Son, I found a condom in your room" "well, thanks, Grandpa!" "Why are you calling me Grandpa?" "Because I couldn't find it yesterday."

"I do not care !" The General screamed into the phone. "When I give an order, you'd better damned follow it. Don't give me your excuses!" He slammed the receiver down so hard that a crack spread across the red plastic handle. Around the room, his subordinates exchanged quick looks of fear, but also relief to not be the one bearing the brunt of his brutish temper.

"Hospital..." he muttered to himself, going back to the folder in front of him and not even acknowledging the rest of the men. "Who gives a damn?"

"Sir," Of all the cabinet members in the room, none had expected the quiet, squirrely head of intelligence to speak up. He was the General's man through and through. If even he disagreed with the plan, then this situation was worse than anyone thought. "We have reason to believe that the Americans and the Europeans will intervene if they think we are deliberately targeting civilians. Perhaps it would be best..."

"Puah!" the General actually spit onto the table in response. "I am sick and tired of catering to the Americans and letting them tell me how to run my war!" He threw the folder aside, spraying the walls with maps and charts. "I say let them come!"

The room fell silent as the General glared around, waiting for the next one to speak up against him. His nostrils flared like a silverback gorilla, and most of the men expected him to start thumping a fist on his chest and grunting. When no one dared respond, he gave a victorious smirk and turned back to the intelligence reports. Next to the briefing binders, there was a delicate silver tea set with steam billowing from the spout. Having studied at Oxford, the General had become a fastidious adherent to the practice of taking afternoon tea, but he'd been so busy raging that he hadn't even noticed the servant slip in with the tray. Most of the palace servants had learned to avoid him when he got in this type of mood.

"I want that town retaken," he ordered to no one in particular. The Minister of War looked around for some confirmation that it was a job for him. The General picked up the teapot without even taking his eyes off of the thick report in front of him. Hot amber liquid flowed from the spout and splashed into the teacup. Then he picked up the tiny silver tongs, looking not unlike a giant using human-sized implements, and plunked a single cube of sugar into the cup. "And when it's retaken, I want the rebels strung up all along the highway between there and the capital." He took a gulp of tea and winced a bit; it hadn't cooled enough. "And their women, too. I want this to be a message to anyone who would dare join them."

"Yes, sir," the Minister of War agreed meekly. He (and quite a few others in the room) were already having visions of standing before a judge in the Hague for this, but that was nothing compared to facing the General's wrath now.

"And another thing." He cleared his throat with the look of a cat trying to cough up a hairball. "If a single one of them..." He cleared this throat again, but it turned into a hacking cough. "Another...." The cough turned into a sickening squelching sound, and one of his massive hands flew up to his neck. The ministers traded looks, unsure of how to react. The general's face, already red with rage, turned purple as he desperately tore at the collar of his ornate uniform. Medals with his own face on them jangled like a chain in the breeze, and the choking sounds filled the entire room. Finally he slipped out of his chair and onto the ground, spilling the rest of the tea across the marble floor.

No one moved. The tea spread through the cracks between the tiles, heading toward the center in the room. After almost a minute of no movement, the Minister of Health finally stepped forward on his tip toes, as if the General was just having a nap and they didn't want to disturb him. He reached one trembling hand toward the General's throat and held his hand there. Then he turned back to the other ministers, trying to cover up his relief with a somber expression. "He's dead."

The others glanced back toward the steaming pot of tea and quickly made the connection. Again, everyone was afraid to move. Not for fear of the General's wrath anymore, but because they didn't know what was coming next. Finally, the Minister of Intelligence who had dared challenge the General moved to the tea set and picked up the jug. He circled the table and went into the restroom and then poured the rest of the tea down the sink. "It was a heart attack," he announced with great confidence. "You all saw what happened."

The others all nodded enthusiastically, though all made a mental note to switch to coffee until this was all settled.

Geoffrey, a middle-aged British tourist on his first visit to Germany finds the red light district and enters a large brothel. The madam asks him to be seated and sends over a young lady to entertain him. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she gasps and runs away! Seeing this, the madam sends over a more experienced lady to entertain the gentleman. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear, and she too screams, "No!" and walks quickly away. The madam is surprised that this ordinary looking man has asked for something so outrageous that her two girls will have nothing to do with him. She decides that only her most experienced lady, Lola, will do. Lola has never said no, and it's not likely anything would surprise her. So the madam sends her over to Geoffrey's. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams, "NO WAY, BUDDY!" and smacks him as hard as she can and leaves. Madam is by now absolutely intrigued, having seen nothing like this in all her years of operating a brothel. She hasn't done the bedroom work herself for a long time, but she's sure she has said yes to everything a man could possibly ask for. She just has to find out what this man wants that has made her girls so angry. Besides she sees a chance to teach her employees a lesson. So she goes over to Geoffrey and says that she's the best in the house and is available. She sits and talks with him. They frolic, giggle, drink and then she sits in his lap. He leans forwards and whispers in her ear, "Can I pay in Pounds?"

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a body that instill a desire in every man that happen to look at the naked yoga that a girl sometime practicing. ah well, things are just too beautiful for words.

dalam hidup ini ada 2 rasa kasihan yg menurutku hal yg percuma atau sia2 saja.

1. rasa kasihan akibat dari gagalnya skripsi karena tidak memback-up data di komputer atau laptop yang entah karena satu atau 2 hal mengalami kehilangan data sehingga kesulitan melanjutkan skripsi nya. hal ini sering terjadi bagi mahasiswa yg baru buat skripsi dan menurutku hal ini pantas terjadi bagi mereka supaya mereka bisa belajar cara menghargai data. data itu akan sangat di hargai ketika udah hilang, dan rasa kasihan untuk orang yg kehilangan data adalah hal yg percuma

2. rasa kasihan akibat dari tertipu oknum yg menjanjikan utk bisa jadi PNS. di indonesia semua orang bercita2 pengen jadi PNS, yg mana merupakan suatu pekerjaan impian karena tunjangan yg bagus dan terjamin di masa tua. dan memang ini hal yg benar. cuma di indonesia ini banyak orang yg mengambil jalan pintas dengan menyogok orang tertentu supaya bisa cepat jadi PNS. kadang menghabiskan puluhan bahkan ratusan juta supaya bisa lolos ujian jadi PNS. terus ternyata akhirnya mereka ga lulus ujian PNS dan meminta kembali uang yg mereka berikan ke oknum itu dan ternyata tuh oknum udah pergi dan tidak mau membantu mereka lagi. sehingga CPNS yg gagal ini melaporkan oknum tersebut ke polisi atas pasal penipuan. rasanya sulit untuk mengasihani orang seperti ini, jika seandainya CPNS ini lulus menjadi PNS maka dia pasti akan menggunakan jabatannya untuk mendapatkan uang semaksimal mungkin untuk mengganti biaya yg dia keluarkan ke oknum itu. terus sekarang dia merasa rugi dan tertipu dan mengharapkan belas kasihan dari masyarakat?

ya itulah 2 hal yg menurutku tidak perlu di berikan rasa kasihan, cuma perlu diberikan pelajaran ajah biar mengerti dalam hidup ini yang diperlukan itu cuma pemikiran yg mendalam atas solusi yg di alami.