C.H.H92

Jeg har blitt uskyldig dømt og torturert isirka 20år. Jeg trenger ett org nummer og/eller en advokat til og stevne staten.

Jeg har søkt en del på nette om hvilken vitamin som er viktigst. Noen sier D og andre B, men hvis man søker på vitamin A så kommer det opp at 250000 til 500000 barn blir blinde av for lite A vitamin og halvparten dør. Dette kan skyldes på at i mange fattige land så spiser dem kun ris. Ris mangler A vitamin.

Det er masse yrker hvor folk jobber på turnus i helse, industri, olje og gass, skipsverft, skip, og byggebransjen. Det burde ikke være store problemer med og endre på rotasjonen. Jeg ser veldig mange folk som er bekymra for kostnadene, men når så mange land har begynt og eksperimentere med dette så burde ett land som Norge være med. Norge ett rikt land, med glad befolkning og er ofte i toppen, og med gode ordninger for arbeidere. Det er også veldig mye som skjer nå med roboter, kunstig intelligens, nett butikker, og selv hjelp kasser. Vi trenger ikke så mange folk til dette.

Da jeg jobbet på olje plattform så er turnusen 2 uker med 12 timersdager i 7 dager og 4 uker fri. Når jeg jobbet på skip var det 12 timers dager 7 dager i uken i en måned og 1 måned fri.

Det er masse folk som jobber 12 timer på turnus + overtid.

Flere bedrifter i Japan her begynt. https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/idea-four-day-work-week-spreading-throughout-asia

Disse landene har begynt med 4 dagers arbeidsuke. Spain. Iceland. Scotland. Ireland. New Zealand. Japan. UAE. Belgium. https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-samsung-rev2&source=android-browser&q=countries+with+4+days+work+week

Kapitalismen stjeler fra arbeiderne.

The God Of The Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling. Diktet er ikke under copyright. Hva tenker dere om dette? As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch. They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch. They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings. So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know." On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death." In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die." Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew, And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four— And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more. As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man— There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:— That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire; And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return![8]