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分享 30万一次 你想累死郭美美吗?
mayimayi 2014-8-7 10:00
30万一次 你想累死郭美美吗?
30万一次 你想累死郭美美吗 ?--ZT 郭美美卖肉,30万一次,他们到底是怎么算出来的?   事件曝光后,大家最感兴趣的是郭美美的皮肉怎么会这么值钱。米糕的看法是,唯一的可能是倒算回去的。就是以郭美美现在掌握的财富,除以她这个年龄可能发生性行为的次数,毕竟只有23岁,刨去14岁以前不能卖,正常生理期不能卖,然后得出结论,估计要30万一次才能解释清楚她的巨额财富从何而来,所以就一下子哄抬了全国的肉价。 伦敦顶级小姐的价码:Alessia - 23岁,170厘米,硕士学位。过夜价1500英镑。和郭妹妹一晚的开销可以和她共渡20晚。所以说不能诚信经营迟早是要出事的,一分钱一分货嘛 51亿元现金! 如果以30万卖一次来算,美美要卖17000次呀,我擦了去!就算每天不吃不喝不炫富,一日卖3次也要将近6000天,算上来大姨妈也开工,起码要整整20年呀!    郭美美今年才23岁, 如果她13岁出来做,最起码也要一日5次卖上10年,腿都是软的,哪有时间去炫富,简直是皮肉界的劳模,能活到今天被警方逮捕还能说出话来就应该让中央十台拍一个自然界奇观之类的纪录片——皮肉上的生存。   说实话,如果一个女人单靠卖皮肉可以做到有50多亿现金现金流的大生意,米糕觉得财富论坛必须请她去,这个回报率和致富效率比马云、马化腾强多了好伐啦! 郭美美性交易几十万一次 凭什么? 这个姑娘并不算好看,但这个姑娘似乎手眼通天,尤其在二三四线地区的土豪眼中,这个姑娘简直就是李薇一样“公共裙带”的存在 郭美美绝对是此中高手,从红会事件前后持之以恒的标签式营销(住大别墅、开玛莎拉蒂、银行账户51亿),到抢热点“上午录完下午播”的郎咸平专访,再到进军娱乐圈拍电影,每次都是“目的性很强,但都是一步一步来”,堪称“为了名不计后果,为了钱不择手段”。这个不到20岁的“商业总经理”以及她那些传说中的干爹,以幻花密宗的方式勾起了男性另一种冲动——对权力的冲动。 于是,在“红会事件”后,知道郭美美这个名字的人很多。 “我真的不缺那些要包养我的,还有很多人想不论花多少钱也要跟我睡一觉的”也就十分正常了。 还总有人拿郭美美和干露露比,那能一样吗亲?郭是权力圈和舆论场交媾的神秘尤物,干就是一人尽可夫的卖肉女子。郭美美因为赌这种原因被抓,多少网民大呼失望,原来想像中那个手眼通天的郭是假的、她不是权贵私生女……曾经她每次出现,都会引起巨大的兴奋。“这种兴奋的核心元素是性和金钱,而且是来历不明的金钱,人们既表现得厌恶愤慨,也未尝不怀着一点羡慕。” 郭美美的“谜底”,不脱四宗罪:赌博、设赌、性交易与抹黑红会。几乎没有什么新料,令人略微咋舌的,一是郭美美每次性交易的价码高达数十万, 郭美美的父亲母亲是干什么的? 郭美美--“其父有诈骗前科,其母长期经营洗浴、桑拿、茶艺等休闲服务,其大姨曾因涉嫌容留他人卖淫被公安机关刑事拘留,其舅舅曾因贩毒被判刑”。 ccc
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分享 为中国红十字会叫好--副会长赵白鸽传奇
热度 7 mayimayi 2013-4-28 22:28
为中国红十字会叫好--副会长赵白鸽传奇
为中国红十字会叫好--副会长赵白鸽传奇 四川雅安特大地震,把 中国红十字会也震翻了天 中国人不信红十字会了, 救灾捐钱, 捐到别的机构去了 原因是, 郭美美, 一个郭美美, 打败了几十年的中国红十字会!!! 自重查郭美美事件的消息被媒体报道后,该事件进展“一波三折”, 但真真假假还是让网民感觉云山雾罩。 一个郭美美。 10亿人背叛了红十字会 ! 俺支持中国人不信红十字会! 对红十字会的质疑, 实质上是对中国腐败的质疑! 质疑腐败好! 打到腐败 腐败会加重地灾, 天灾! 偶然读到中国红十字会副会长赵白鸽在记者招待会的讲话, 她的讲话,发人深省, 讲得好! 她是一个当代的阿庆嫂 ! 讲话天衣无缝, 掷地有声! 她是中国四人帮倒台后, 中国留学生的先驱, 1988年, 她获英国剑桥大学科学博士学位!1984年, 她获中国改革后第一批硕士学位(医学) 她曾任中国副部长职务,中国 计生委副主任 还是看她的讲话, 她说, “红十“如果两到三年,还是不能翻转‘黑十字’印象的话,我自动请求辞职!” “红十字会的资金、人员均来源于来百姓,所以大家对其公开透明的要求要紧迫得多,我们会根据自身分析及社会需求往正确方向走,”同时她指出,治理结构和制度建设等方面的完善,大概需要3-5年的时间,多方努力下,红会定当不负所托。“如果两到三年,还是不能翻转‘黑十字’印象的话,我自动请求辞职!” 她还说, 郭美美并非破解公众信任危机的关键, 重塑公信的关键并不在郭美美,而在能否主动、完整、透明地公布善款收入及使用情况,能否解决体制主导下可能出现的贪污腐败、办事效率低下等问题才是症结所在。 说得好, 不等于做得好, 但是, 赵白鸽, 的确说的好! 期待她的行动 附:--- 郭美美事件调查---- ========= ---------- 2011年7月,监察部、中国社科院社会学所、北京刘安元律师事务所、中国商业联合会和中国红十字会总会(下称“总会”)相关人员组成联合调查组,对商业系统红十字会(下称“商红会”)的有关问题进行了调查。现就相关处理情况通报如下: 调查结果证实,商红会中不存在“红十字商会”这一机构,没有设立“红十字会商业总经理”这一职务;郭美美与中国红十字会总会及商红会没有任何关系,其炫耀的财富与红十字会、公众捐款及项目资金没有任何关系。 ==== ------------- ========= ---- abc
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分享 红十字会澄清:未向台湾红会收取500万买路钱
热度 5 cat 2013-4-21 22:30
今天下午5点11分,IBTIMES中文网在其官网上发布微博,台湾红十字会组成救助队欲入川协助,但中国红十字会要求其先援助五百万人民币才可以进入灾 区,并且还称台湾红会梁处长已收到了中国红十字会发来的五百万元用处细则,一百万用于购买医疗器械,另外四百万元并没有透露具体用处。有网友称,这是红十 字会向台湾红会收取“买路钱”,一时间微博转发过万,各家媒体官方微博纷纷转载,引发义愤. 对此,21世纪网在第一时间独家连线红十字会秘书长王汝鹏询问此事,王汝鹏明确表示,IBTIMES中文网发布的消息(如下图)纯属谣言,并进一步向21世纪网解释,台湾救援能否进入,不取决于红会,而是由国务院抗震救灾指挥部决定,说红会要挟,实属夸大了红会的作用。 台湾红十字会会长王清峰在接受采访时表示,中国红十字会确向雅安 地震 灾区捐助500万人民币,同时救援队、医疗及物资等都已整备,其中100万元用于紧急救助,讲实时拨付,另外400万元用于灾后重建,视实际需要规划拨付。 对于这500万元款项,王清峰表示这笔捐款来自台湾红会5年前为汶川大地震灾区募集的善款及利息。而且台湾红十字会组织与大陆红十字会组织一直保持良好沟通。 http://news.163.com/13/0421/19/8T0R3DQB0001124J.html
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分享 中国的慈善事业该向何处去?
热度 4 faraway 2012-9-17 21:15
faraway: 郭美美功德无量,让国人看到红十字会华丽外衣下的脓疮,中国大陆的慈善事业该向何处去?他山之石,可以攻玉。台湾的慈济做得真不错! 教教红十字会怎么做 邹振东 近日,红十字会常务副会长赵白鸽一句“当官做老爷很难把红十字的工作做好”,赢得掌声,她坦言,红十字会宣传倡导工作一直做得不够:“其实我们红十字会这么多年来做了很多事,却不知道该如何说。如何准确地,不断地向社会介绍我们的工作,我们得锻炼这种能力。” 既然红十字会希望提高意愿表达的能力,我愿意不揣冒昧,“好为人师”地提一些建议。 郭美美等事件将红十字会卷入舆论风暴,人们普遍认为“官僚化和市场化”,陷红十字会于不义。但从舆论学的视角来看,慈善与一般的社会行为有很大的不同,比如到超市买五块钱的东西,你只有十块钱钞票,你要求对方找你五块钱,天经地义;但如果你只想给乞丐五块钱,发现只有十块钱钞票,你要求他找你五块钱,那么,人人都会骂你。 为什么市场经济可以做的事情,慈善不能做?为什么你做了好事,还是会找骂?这说明慈善事业的舆论行为有着不同于一般舆论活动的准则和规律,一个最基本的原理就是:慈善事业的意愿表达,仅仅有数字和说明性文字是不够的,它应该有故事,尤其是爱的故事。 非常遗憾,过去红十字会留给公众更多的是数字和说明性文字,偶尔有故事,吸引眼球的也不过是郭美美之类的故事。即便是这一次赵会长列举红十字会的种种之“好”,仍然是“应急救援、群众性的自救互救技能培训、人道主义救助、汶川地震后国际救援队的协调、国际救灾物资的运送……”这样的干巴巴的说明性文字,你叫老百姓怎么说你好呢? 我们来看海峡对岸的慈济,它如何讲述自己的故事:台湾921大地震,慈济第一个到达灾区,凌晨1点47分地震发生,两点半不到,慈济已经开始在垮塌的楼房进行救灾。在慈济的帐篷,第一个升起了炊烟,慈济强调尽可能地提供热食,有了热食就可以感受到生命的热量。在慈济会的简易房里,第一个响起了孩子的读书声,听到读书声,就可以听到希望。 “为什么慈济可以”?一直是探讨政府效率时,被用以比较的标竿。慈济的善款没有任何管理费,救灾的志工,没有报酬,而且必须自己出路费和食宿费;慈济会灾区重建的房屋,费用比政府便宜一半,速度和质量却比政府建的还要快还要好。在捐款的现场,志工见人就九十度鞠躬,有位男士每次都笑瞇瞇地投入善款,他告诉志工:“我今天已经捐七次了喔!每次看你那么有礼貌,就忍不住再捐一次!”…… 几年前,我到台湾花莲参观慈济,志工指着照片上的一位医生告诉我,他原来是穷学生,是慈济帮助他读了慈济医学院,毕业后,他又留在慈济医院治病救人。在志工手工作品展览室,我买了一盒筷子等物品,志工鞠躬敬谢:买任何东西,都是在帮助需要帮助的人。最后我谢谢她的导游介绍,她躬身一谢:哪里,是我要谢谢你,谢谢你给我做善事的机会…… 慈济就是用这样的一个个小故事,吸引着越来越多的人加入她的队伍,并由此延续着新的一个又一个故事。而慈济的行善,就起源于每一个慈济人都会讲述的“一滩血的故事”,这是慈济的第一个故事:1966年,证严法师到花莲一家诊所探访信徒的父亲,看到地上有一摊血,听人说起这是一位原住民妇人被人抬了8小时后到医院,却因缴不起8千元保证金而被医院拒收,最后又被抬走所留下的一摊血。就因为这一摊血,让证严法师发愿要盖一间不会拒收病人的医院。 谁能低估这“一滩血”故事的感召力,四十多年过去,说话细声细气的证严法师,如今带给世界的是一个在台湾拥有6家医院、在全球拥有1000多万会员、400多万志工的慈善组织。 所以我衷心希望未来的大陆红十字会,可以从这几个小细节做起: 1、 救灾时,希望更专业一点,像汶川大地震,台湾的救助物质里,就有大陆人捐款捐物常常忽视的往生袋,既是对往生者的尊重,又是对灾区现场的环保措施。 2、救灾时,不要在新闻里只是重复发放、发放、发放这个单调的动词,红十字会,不是仓库保管员,不是会计和出纳,她的每一个动作,应该有爱的内涵和象征。发放救灾物资固然很重要,但是,心灵有时比身体更脆弱。我希望以后红十字会在灾区的身影边,可以看到蒸包子的热气,看到帐篷摇曳的烛火,可以听到给孩子讲故事的声音和摇篮曲,听到帐篷里的读书声。 3、 向每一个捐款的人道一声谢。我记不得向红十字会捐过多少次善款,但是从来没有见到红十字会工作人员的一次微笑,听到一次感谢。也许红十字会给过我们单位集体的感谢信,也许登报感谢过所有的捐款的人,也许红十字会会觉得这样做工作量太大,但我总在想,给你们钱的人,你们都不能一个一个地道谢;我怎么能相信,对于你们要救助的对象·,你们的善款和服务会精准地落实到每一个最需要帮助的具体之人呢? 我不知道赵会长会不会对我这一篇文章,发出一声感谢;但我却要谢谢赵会长,谢谢您的坦率和真诚,给我一次向红十字会建言的冲动和机会。 (本文发表在2012年9月13日《南方周末》自由谈,责任编辑蔡军剑)
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分享 日本红十字会女护士笑着参与活体解剖中国人
热度 8 岳东晓 2012-9-9 03:46
1942年,中国山西,7名日本医学博士及日本红十字会的女护士们笑着活体解剖中国人。 日本军医详细回忆日本医生们对中国人进行活体解剖、练习医术的过程。首先中国人大声呼叫不愿在手术台上躺下,日本女护士用蹩脚的中文骗他躺下,在日本女护士得意格格笑中,日本军医把中国人按住,然后在中国人身上进行了各种外科解剖,时间长达数小时,最后将尚未完全死亡的躯干扔入大坑。 摘自: Japan at War: An Oral History Haruko Taya Cook (Author), Theodore F. Cook Language: English ISBN-10: 1565840399 ISBN-13: 978-1565840393 Army Doctor YUASA KEN He was imprisoned in China for crimes to which he confessed after the war, and returned to Japan after his release in 1956. I was soon dispatched to a city hospital in the southern part of Shansi province in China. I arrived there January 1, 1942. It was still bitterly cold that day in the middle of March when, just after lunch, the director of the hospital, Lieutenant Colonel Nishimura, summoned everyone together. Seven or eight MDs, an accounting officer, a pharmacist, and a dentist. All officers. He excused the housekeeper and other women. After they'd left, he said, "We'll be carrying out an operation exercise. Assemble again at one o'clock." I was chilled to the bone, but it wasn't the weather. I'd heard in before I went that they did vivisections there. ... A solitary sentry stood guard. He saluted me the moment I opened the door. I then saw Medical Service Colonel Kotake and Hospital Director Nishimura, so I snapped to attention and saluted. They returned my salute calmly. I approached Hirano, my direct superior. That's when I noticed two Chinese close to the director. One was a sturdy, broadchecked man, about thirty, calm and apparently fearless, standing immobile. I thought immediately, that man's a Communist. Next to him was a farmer about forty years old. He was dressed as if he had just been dragged in from his field. His eyes raced desperately about the room. Three medics were there, holding rifles. Nurses were adjusting the surgical instruments by the autopsy tables. There were some fifteen or sixteen doctors present. You might imagine this as a ghastly or gruesome scene, but that's not how it was. It was just the same as any other routine operation. I was still new to it. I thought there must be a reason for killing those people. I asked Hirano, but he just answered, "We're going to kill the whole Eighth Route Army."' I pretended to know what he meant. The nurses were all smiling. They were from the Japanese Red Cross. The director said, "Let's begin." A medic pushed the steadfast man forward. He lay down calmly. I thoulyht he'd resigned himself to it. That was completely wrong. As a rule, Chinese don't glare at you. He had come prepared to die, confident in China's ultimate victory and revenge over a cruel, unjust Japan. He didn't say that aloud, but going to his death as he did spoke for itself. I didn't see that back then. I was in the group assigned to the other fellow. A medic ordered him forward. He shouted, "No! No!" and tried to flee. The medic, who was holding a rifle, couldn't move as fast as the farmer, and I was a new officer, just arrived in the command. I was very conscious of my dignity as a military man. The hospital director was watching. I never really thought, if this man dies, what will happen to his family? All I thought was, it will be terribly embarrassing if I end up in a brawl, this man in farmer's rags and me dressed so correctly. I wanted to show off. I pushed that farmer and said, "Go forward!" He seemed to lose heart, maybe because I'd spoken up. I was very proud of myself. Yet when he sat on the table, he refused to lie down. He shouted "Ai-ya-a! Ai-ya-a!" as if he knew that if he lay down he was going to be murdered. But a nurse then said, in Chinese, "Sleep, sleep." She went on, "Sleep, sleep. Drug give" -Japanese-style Chinese. The Chinese of the oppressor always bears that tone, as if to say, "There's no possibility you will fail to understand what I'm saying." He lay down. She was even prouder than me. She giggled. The demon's face is not a fearful face. It's a face wreathed in smiles. I asked the doctor who was about to administer lumbar anesthesia if he wasn't going to disinfect the point of injection. "What are you talking about? We're going to kill him," he replied. After a while, a nurse struck the man's legs and asked him if it hurt. He said it didn't, but when they tried to get him to inhale chloroform, he began to struggle. We all had to hold him down. First, was practice in removing an appendix. That was carried out by two doctors. When a man has appendicitis, his appendix swells and grows very hard. But there was nothing wrong with this man, so it was hard to locate. They made an incision, but had to cut in another place and search until they finally found it. I remember that. Next a doctor removed one of his arms. You must know how to do this when a man has shrapnel imbedded in his arm. You have to apply a tourniquet, to stanch the flow of blood. Then two doctors practiced sewing the intestines. If the intestine or stomach is pierced by bullets, that kind of surgery is a necessity. Next was the opening of the pharynx. When soldiers are wounded in the throat, blood gathers there and blocks the trachea, so you need to open it up. There is a special hook-shaped instrument for field use for cutting into the trachea. You drive it in, hook it open, then remove it, leaving only a tube behind. The blood drains out. It all took almost two hours. You remember the first time. Eventually, all the doctors from the divisions left. Then the nurses departed. Only the director, the medics, and those of us from the hospital remained. The one I did, small-framed and old, was already dead. But from the sturdy man's mouth came, "Heh. Heh. Heh." One's last gasps are still strong. It gave us pause to think of throwing him, still breathing, into the hole out back, so the director injected air into his heart with a syringe. Another doctor-he's alive today-and I then had to try to strangle him with string. Still he wouldn't die. Finally, an old noncom said, "Honorable Doctor, he'll die if you give him a shot of anesthesia." Afterwards we threw him into the hole. This was the first time.
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