Yet another baby is born on the way to a maternity
Portuguese are known for their excellent soccer stars and divine wines, but that isn’t all they are known for. Lively people, well experimented in the art of love making, for a Portuguese a quickie here and there is not only recommended, but an vigorous part of their culture. Pleasant nights or days spent practicing their tantric art in the backseat of a car, secluded beach or the public municipal gardens, is an ordained practice for all. It is no wonder that the Portuguese government has chosen to close a great part the countries maternities. If the little buggers like to screw in every space big enough to incubate two people then they shouldn’t mind giving berth there either.
This week another woman from Barcelos had her baby in the local clinic because she was unable to travel the 15 kilometers to the nearest maternity in Braga. The local fire Chief explained that this wasn’t an isolated case but the fourth time a baby was born in the way to Braga after the local maternity was closed last year.
Maybe we should close all the maternities except for the ones that serve the high ranks of the Portuguese society. The plebs should stay content with having children at home like in the good old days. If despite of these drawbacks, most still managed to have some ten or more children so the problem isn’t the hospitals but rather the people.
A nation filled with carpenters and tuff construction workers doesn’t need things like hospitals or doctors for that matter. Why waste money on such futile extravagances when those funds could be better invested in a beach-front house or the latest Mercedes. Ignorance I tell you. The only question I’m left pondering is, if the government threatened to close some of the many unprofitable soccer clubs what would the reaction be?
Bravo!
Como sempre, a problema é com dinheiro– e um governamento que (bem como tôdos os outras no mundo)quer gastar o pouco dinheiro que tem paras as já ricos quem podem dar dinheiro para êles (me desculpe– “donações para os partidos politicos”).
[E me desculpe mais uma vez– só estou aqui em Portugal faz tres meses hoje mesmo, e não escrevo nem falo bem Portugûes– nunca estudiei a lingua! Eu sou um sacerdote Anglicano, reformado das Forças Armadas de EUA. Passei oito meses em Lisboa em 1976, amava ó pais (e ainda amo, morando aqui wm Braga), mas levou 31 anos para voltar!]
Pax–
Francis