Twitter, facebook, whatsapp, yahoo

Twitter Elon Musk aldıktan sonra tamamen değişti, adı bile x oldu, kuş logosu kaldırıldı, ücret karşılığı üyelikler başlatıldı, hesaplar kolayca kitlenmeye, askıya alınmaya, erişime kapatılmaya başladı, bence oranın sonu geldi, aklı başında biri zaman harcamaz. Mesela ben asıl hesabımı senelerden beri kullanmıyorum, çünkü inanılmaz bir yere döndü, artık birine direkt mesaj yollayamıyorsunuz, hatta gönder tuşuna bastığınızda hesabınız kitleniyor. Google ve iştiraklerini çok beğeniyorum, twitter o holdinge aitti, bu blog, gmail, youtube da onların, oralarda kendimi özgür hissediyorum. Facebook ve iştiraki olan whatsapp'a da güvenmiyorum, bence her dalevereyi yapabilirler. Yahoo da fırıldakçı, senolonay@yahoo.com mailimi göz göre göre uçurdular, sayısız girişimime rağmen açmadılar. Görüşlerimi aktardım, dikkatli olun, google ve bağlıları haricindeki yerlerde tedbir alın.

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Twitter

I opened a fake account on Twitter to search for foreign publishing houses, last night when I sent a direct message to a publishing house, my account was locked, I opened it after a difficult test, I wrote under someone's post, my account was locked again, I opened it again but I closed the account because I understood that there was no stopping on that platform.

Turkey's dire situation

The ruling party officials said that countries like America, England, France, Germany were jealous of Turkey, millions of party members believed this. While the real inflation was 150 percent in my opinion, TÜİK announced it as 85 percent, in that environment the Central Bank reduced the interest rate it lent to banks to nine percent, then to eight and a half percent, the deposit interest rate of savers remained below twenty percent, as a result inflation got out of control; since civil servant, worker and pension salaries were determined according to TÜİK inflation rates, the purchasing power of wage earners eroded, and it became very difficult for tenants to survive. Turkey's foreign debts also swelled, and while there was such a dire economic outlook, millions of Syrians, Afghans, ... refugees were allowed to cross the border into Turkey, and no one probably knows the number.

The last four paragraphs of the Horgeneral:

I said I changed, I really became civilized, I adopted logic, I rooted my spirituality, I became informed. In the past, I was angry at the carelessness, ignorance, ingratitude, clumsiness, and lack of culture of the intellectuals in Turkey, I used to curse, I used to get nervous for no reason, but now I have broken my bond of belonging, I make fun of them. When objective literary people learn about my rejection and the indifferent attitude of the fickle publishers, they laugh until tears flow from their eyes, and sometimes they even cross themselves. At that moment, my heart is in tears, I cannot hide my embarrassment and the blush on my face. Even Coni, who has Turkish blood, cannot stand being made fun of, becomes surly and pecks the English, who laugh heartily at our pitiful emptiness; he has already reached the age of maturity, suffers from indigestion and gets angry easily; because of his small size, they consider his attacks as tickling, but I would not be surprised if one day he puts out the eye of a bookish person. Only Rose is understanding, does not make fun of my fossilized fellow countrymen and does not anger the fearless Coni. I attribute her insensitivity to her doghood, am I right? You may think that I feel imprisoned and miss my homeland, based on the classic saying, “They put a nightingale in a golden cage, and it said, ‘Ah my homeland!’” Let me write for the Atatürkists and orientalists who like to tinker and are curious about the past. Which homeland? If there are warriors who die for it and modernize it, it is a homeland, if traitors who flee from war become rich, if theorists without medals are charred, if those who currently smile pleasantly on those lands are miserable; if the children of martyrs and veterans are cursed ungratefully and sob with a sorrowful face, the rest is a lie. He who has not suffered cannot know the value of pleasure. Do I miss the blizzard of Ankara when Coni is with me? I have distanced myself from the Middle East, I have closed the book of Turkey forever, I know neither chargé d'affaires nor ambassadors; I have forgotten the limitations, the spiritism, the sluggishness, the timetable, the feudalism, the favoritism, the ambition, the missionary, the exploitation, the partisanship, the swindle, the trickery, the hesitation, the damnation, the indifference, the irritability, the swindling, the deceitfulness, the restlessness, the sorrow, the veiling, the lack of freedom, the resentment, the hardness, I enjoy the British air. Life is nice, the rest is useless! The serious impudence or original puppet-hood of privileged skullduggers does not bother me. Of course I will not drive a stake into the world, I will grow old, and sooner or later I will rest in the cemetery. I did not want to curse the suspicious Turkish diaspora, I am sorry; I came into the world as a slave Turk, I will go out as a mighty Englishman, that is why I am proud, I have become a humanist and have reached spiritual fulfillment. There is another change in England that I find strange and have difficulty adapting to. In Turkey, I never went out with an umbrella, I used to supplement it with a hood. At first I did this stupidity, but I gradually got wiser and started to take two umbrellas with me on days when the meteorologists warned of heavy rain. With one I protected myself from the rain that was falling in drops, and with the other, which I used as a shield, I protected myself from a greater disaster, namely vehicles splashing muddy water on me; however, in orderly London, one umbrella is more than enough. Oh, those stoic and dignified Anglo-Saxons! Let alone getting wet, they don’t even know how to be a bravado. Water finds its bed. Ekrem Cesur, who became alienated from his own country while serving as a captain in the ranks of the Turkish Armed Forces, accepted defeat, sadly took his bundle to his seat, was later promoted to the rank of Horgeneral, could not succeed despite his long efforts within the Turkish Unarmed Forces and changed his residence, offers his respects to his literary compatriots, his concerns to the mischief-makers who make the spider-like Turkey uninhabitable for enlightened Turks, who cause them to emigrate, who encourage them to travel around the world, to become refugees, to be outcasts and to be homeless. Let our existence be a gift to the torturers who sing the song “How happy I am a Turk!” and the arrogant show-offs, may our hearts be filled with joy, may tragicomic writers live long!

Hey amigo, che Sabata!

My biggest dream was to translate my books into English, I read English novels for years, I considered increasing my vocabulary to 70-80 thousand, more valuable than having 50 billion dollars, I recently saw that I can now translate myself. I will not stop until I translate all seven of my works, I have gone crazy in one word, I have disconnected from the world, I now listen to music to relax, I do weight training six days a week, I will also slice my abs, I will rise from the ashes, then I will settle in a foreign country, preferably England, I will write and read until I die in London in 2030, I will leave the world I came to ignorantly, having learned a little.

Caravan

I think the best life in Turkey can be in a caravan, I have not come across one with Turkish plates, I saw Bulgarian minibus type caravans in Kırklareli, the back of the driver's cabin was a dormitory, I liked it very much.

20.11.2024

My readers

Except for the female teacher who read Reziliazam, none of my readers contacted me for literary purposes; they all believed that Horgeneral's adventures were real and believed in the fortune the novel's hero earned from the stock market, and approached me for personal gain.

My future plan

After translating my first satirical novel, Horgeneral, into English, I will try to reach foreign publishers, but I will not delay, I will translate all my other six books into English, I will write my new books in English, if I wait to settle abroad, my life may not be long enough.

What a ridiculous situation

Fenerbahçe club official spokesman announced that they will not send a basketball player to the national team because the national basketball team coach is a Galatasaray fan and celebrated Galatasaray's 3-1 away win over Fenerbahçe, and in fact, no Fenerbahçe player was invited to the Turkey-Hungary basketball match. Such an event is only seen in tribal states, and Turkey has fallen into this state.

The state

The dominant power has established a system to govern and control the people, called it the state, and placed the people it wanted in the management. This is the essence of the formation that billions of people call sacred. There is no exam for the candidates for deputy or mayor; all it takes to become a candidate is to donate a large sum of money to the party; someone prepares the list and the people vote for them, thinking they are making their choice with their own free will.

Turkey

I will be sixty in six months, I have never come across a solid product or a reliable person in Turkey (except for my late father). Goods, food, clothing, ... are all fraudulent, there is no one who does not lie! I was also lying until recently, I still could not be honest, I remain silent instead of writing the truth on the subjects I am knowledgeable about. Quality products are not sold in our country, for example Sony was fired. I can't find durable shoes. We are condemned to thin and terrible quilts and blankets. The world knows our fruits and vegetables, European countries have banned the import of fruits and vegetables from Turkey since my youth (in the eighties). We extract the juice from oranges with syringes. I bought at least ten headphones in the last ten years to listen to music, all of them broke and malfunctioned in a short time. I have given many examples in my books. I have no other ideal than to get rid of this country and write until my last breath!

European Nations League

A tournament as unnecessary as the European Nations League is unthinkable. I do not doubt the sanity of those who planned the organization, I think they established a ridiculous league so that the European Super League would not be established.