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Youtube em Portugal : Sou o único a ficar sem paciência para os falsos e enganosos estilos de vida promovidos pelos Youtubers portugueses ? DavidGYT, Numeiro etc..
Vou tentar manter as coisas o mais simples e resumidas possível. Recentemente o Youtuber "Numeiro" lançou um vídeo que eu e muita gente acredita ser, como muitos outros, falso. É mais um daqueles vídeos a dar flex ao carro novo que compraram aos [18-25] anos. Se tem um popó novo ou não pouco me interessa. O problema é a forma como eles dizem que o conseguiram, enganando os mais novos que são o público alvo. Para quem está dentro do Youtube português já sabe que hoje em dia os vídeos da moda são algo como isto : alugueres de casas de luxo, vlogs de uma merda qualquer, compra de carros e a lista continua. Muita gente tem-se questionado de onde vem o dinheiro para esse tipo de compras (não só deste Youtuber em questão) uma vez que nem o Youtube nem os patrocínios pagam o suficiente (ao Numeiro, neste caso) para compra ou aluguer de casas de luxo ou compra de carros de alta gama. Dei o exemplo do Numeiro devido ao vídeo dele mais recente que podem ver aqui. Para além da intro do vídeo ter entrada garantida no cringe, podem reparar como ele diz que "há 1 e tal atrás era só um sonho" ou então que se "despediu da fábrica onde trabalhava para criar o canal do Youtube". Resumindo, dá a entender que num espaço de um ano e pouco viveu e fodeu dinheiro como um rei devido ao Youtube. *É também engraçado a quantidade de quantidade vezes que os Youtubers falam e mencionam a importância de seguir os nossos sonhos, para nunca desistirmos bla bla mas enfim, empty words. Era mais engraçado se dissessem como conseguiram chegar lá mas pronto. Moving on. Para confirmar ainda mais a minha teoria o Youtuber Bernardo Almeida lançou um vídeo mostrando todos os ganhos que o Youtube deu desde a criação do canal. Se pensarmos bem as coisas ficam claras : Bernardo Almeida, canal de Youtube que já existe desde 2014 salvo erro, mais de 400 mil subscritores e mais de 42 milhões de visualizações totais não ganhou muito mais que 32 mil dólares desde que o canal foi criado. Agora é só fazer as contas e comparar. Certo que os ganhos de patrocínios não estão contabilizados MAS uma vez que grande parte dos patrocinadores desta gente eram de casinos, sites de apostas e/ou de sites de skins do CS GO, posso vos garantir que os valores que eles recebem para publicitarem os sites continuam a ser insuficientes, uma vez que estou ligado à área sei exactamente os valores praticados. Muita gente já se apercebeu e se lerem os comentários do vídeo dele conseguem ver aquilo que estou a falar, como este comentário ou então este aqui. Outro Youtuber (ainda pior do que este) teve a brilhante ideia de trazer o Forex para o Youtube português. O Youtuber em questão é o DavidGYT. Decerto que muita gente já viu ou ouvir falar de Forex, muitos até já devem ter visto as publicidades no instagram. Posso garantir que isso é tudo fake. Vou resumir o mais rapidamente possível : Forex envolve a compra de uma moeda e a simultânea venda de outra, ou seja, as moedas são negociadas em PARES, por exemplo: dólar e euro (USD/EUR). Não vou entrar em mais detalhes, podem ser pesquisar na net. Basicamente isto tem estado muito na moda : há investidores com muita experiência e com taxas de acerto altas que têm grupos pagos onde partilham as apostas que fazem com as pessoas. Óbvio que a entrada no grupo tem um custo e a maior parte das pessoas que lá estão nem percebem nada daquilo, apenas copiam as trades e tentam ganhar dinheiro. O que nosso amigo DavidGYT fez foi algo parecido. Criou um canal de youtube do mesmo estilo que os outros (carros, estilo de vida etc) mas usou o Forex como fonte dos seus rendimentos, quando não é verdade. Nada disto é verdade. Para não alongar muito : - o DavidGYT está num grupo de um grande investidor financeiro e o que ele faz é copiacolar as trades desse gajo no grupo dele; - cobra valores absurdos para as pessoas entrarem no grupo (óbvio que aqui gera dinheiro mas não deixa de ser treta, POUQUÍSSIMA gente ficou milionária com o Forex e MUITA já perdeu montes de dinheiro, pesquisem isso na net ); - já demonstrava sinais de riqueza ANTES de começar o Youtube e o Forex; - tenho um video que prova isso : um gajo deu-lhe expose num video dele no Youtube, eu e muita gente respondemos ao comentário. Quando carrego nas notificações das repostas ao comentário, para meu espanto, o comentário não aparece/abre (foi apagado por ele). Reparem que vocês quando abrem uma notificação de um comentário aquilo automaticamente dá scroll até ao comentário. Se repararem no meu video aquilo dá scroll para o inicio da ZONA dos comentários, não para o comentário em questão. Infelizmente não consegui gravar o erro que me apareceu a primeira vez. Se fosse mentira porque apagaria ? :) ; - mente sobre as origens do dinheiro. Segundo o gajo que lhe deu expose, o pai dele é milionário e tem negócios com hotéis e afins. Ele nos vídeos refere VÁRIAS vezes que o pai tem uma "pequena loja de electrodomésticos" (lol); - diz EXACTAMENTE o mesmo que o Numeiro, vejam o vídeo dele aqui: conversa de chacha de "seguirmos os nossos sonhos" e bla bla; - também tem entrada garantida no cringe A lista continua, não me vou alargar mais. Já sei que vai haver putos ()os mesmos que o defendem nos vídeos) a chamar-me de invejoso e sei lá mais o quê. Mas isto é apenas um desabafo de alguém que cresceu num Youtube muito diferente e melhor do que este, de engano, mentiras e de falsidade. Principalmente esse David, que dá a entender que se entrarem para o grupo dele terão um estilo de vida igual ao dele, isso havia de ser proibido. Espero que haja mais pessoas a pensar como eu. TL;DR : Youtubers promovem estilos de vida falsos, ocultam a verdadeira fonte de rendimento e influenciam os putos mais novos.
Cá está então a obra completa. Até então tenho reservado a esperança de um dia ver isto publicado. Peço-vos, por isso, que me puxem de volta à realidade, esmagando meticulosamente e todos os meus sonhos e ambições. Vi em algum lado que é preciso dar dois espaço para separar versos. Se eu apagar logo o post é porque isso não é verdade. Agradeço já às eventuais almas que tenham paciência para ler isto tudo. I Jubiloso este dia em que as cortinas se me fecham! Em cena vivi dançando o tempo que queria. Foi feliz a exposição, e que belas personagens, duo de seres que por mim agem, as qu’ encontrei logo d’início! Eu, que sozinho estava, de dois fui logo acompanhado e por décadas tesourado. Ai que bela introdução! Chegou também a minha intriga, Em forte caule deu a espiga mas o mesmo não saber nunca deixei de o ter. E aqui conheço os infelizes! Tu, ó pessoa que me dizes o quão triste é teu pensar, tudo à volta dissecar e extrair sentido algum. Não mais faço eu que rir. Se é pensar o existir descarto já minha presença! Somos bestas, animais, não mais que superficiais serão nossos julgamentos. Deus esse a quem bradas (esteja ele onde estiver) se nos fez, fez-nos ocos e, depois de mortos, fez-nos roucos. Termina esse teu tentar. Sê estúpido e vive a dançar, comigo irás cantarolando! Leva sorriso no defecho sem razão a segurá-lo, que se morres é pois viveste, como qualquer, também tiveste doçuras e térreos deleites, que tu não os aproveites é culpa tua e teu delírio que sendo burro é tudo giro Pode haver feio, mas não o vês... II Ai! Minha amada! Vivo, cuidei que o amor, ele e todo o seu ardor, fossem maiores que nós humanos! Não durava ele eternidade? Não escapa ele a toda a idade? Que triste é agora ver depois de mim Outro te ter! É amor vil ilusão! É charada o casamento! Meros endócrinos sinais para haver acasalamento! Nunca eu vi coisa eterna que tão preste fosse a sumir como o amor deste casal! Bastou um de dois partir! Apaixonado vivi E (maldição) me esqueci dum beijo mais doce que o teu! Nem de nós o apogeu cantei ou deixei por escrito, ficou no agora restrito tudo o que criei contigo. Deitado no doce leito tirei do amor o bom proveito sem saber que no amar arte nenhuma tinha feito! Nestes meros anos de amor em nada o meu nome deixo senão nos lábios de quem pranta, da desgraçada que prendi c’o beijo. III A terrível morte me assola. Deixa os outros ir sem nome. Pois a mim não o permito! P’ras eras póstumas o repito Pátroclo Pátroclo Pátroclo Grito em tua face, Eterno! Não me silenceias pois de gritar tenho direito tal é belo todo o feito que deixo atrás par’ esta terra. Sorriste-me, ó Fortuna. Tive ao lado sempre o poeta que não como à gente abjeta me deixa no fim apodrecer. Põe ele o sal no salvador e canta bela toda a dor de quem é merecedor. Mais digno é quem a morte colhe na dianteira da peleja que aquele que esteja toda a vida em sua toca. É digno não pela refrega mas pois a algo mais s’ entrega que aquele que só tem boca. Lavrei e combati e, por isso, sucumbi e fui d’igual embalsamado por poeta e pela ninfa e nenhum deles conheci. Canta ele o meu Fado e meu nome é lançado para as bocas do futuro. Por meu povo fiz o bem Fiz a arte na peleja É muito o saber que me beija. Morro assim, concretizado É meu nome entoado. Por tudo que de grande fiz Deixei no mundo cicatriz. IV Ao fim da linha me dirijo apressado. A mim coube a fortuna de correr adiantado. Vivi num gume afiado Apoiado num só pé e em jovial estupidez, andei milhas d’imprudência. O vento senti na cara, à Sorte lancei os dados. Mal sabia que d’ entre os Fados era o meu o mais fatal: “Jovens vivem para sempre, se o sempre desejarem.” Invencível me julguei, com minhas carnes mais vermelhas, meu entender mais aguçado, e meu viver inda adoçado. Por mim mesmo enganado fui a vida acelerar. Quem mais leves tem os pés e mais curta a passada bebe de uma só golada todo o cálice consagrado que delicia em lento agrado o bebedor mais avisado que o defruta mais pausado. Enfim, vivi desenfreado Criança sempre á gargalhada Agora quem se ri é Hades que celebra na chegada. V De pernas gastas e fôlego arrastado sem ânimo, ao fim sou chegado. Não deixo a vida a meio, corri toda a maratona. Estafei os pobres músculos, por mim foi promessa dada: a de parar só na chegada, que é lá, às brônzeas portas, que toda a firme martelada será a mim repaga em troco de gotas da tardia glória. (Não vai Deus esquecer a lavra, nem meu lavrar será em vão...) Mas agora que as vejo nenhuma hoste me espera. Tolo, esforcei por vil quimera. Nada tive d’ Ele dado, o berço não dourou Sua luz. E sempre olhei para meu lado e invejei o afortunado que em meio de meu afinco fazia mais do que eu e cinco. Dei-te vida de trabalho medíocre fiz mas muito igual a maior fiz mas muito nada de novo fiz mas muito E mesmo assim não é meu nome que dizes com tua voz... É o dele, que menos fez, do prendado inocente. Olho-o e me olho de volta e todo o ser se me revolta, enoja o pensar que não é a lavra que te agrada é a beleza nata e bruta. P’ro que dela não partilha, e é ciente que não brilha, fica só ressentimento de que é por ti zombado a cada sonho esmagado. Enquanto vive s’ enganando que algum dia, trabalhando, oferecendo-te escravidão, compra parcela de Eternidade. E indicios deixaste tu... Entre mortais tinha respeito... Dos de meu tempo até louvor... Nunca adivinhei a dor que me darias e não ao outro. Ao macaco de espetáculo, mas por dentro recétaculo de ouro que lá puseste sem olhar p’ro que merece. O dano sofri, espinhos pisei De chagas me mostro repleto. E, então, se não fiz arte?! Não fiz eu a minha parte, nulo mesmo assim nascendo?! És tão cruel pr’a filho Teu?! mereço assim eterno impasse, de no silêncio perder a face? VI Mil rochedos de arrastão carregou o coração, acanhado, embaraçado, quis mas não quis ascensão. Parto para o vil Estige e para mim nada redige a Bela Musa Eterna. Parece que nada atinge aquele que nada finge avassalado por Inércia. Dela fui um fiel pajem, cumpri dever de vadiagem. Vagueei estulto, diletante não notei gume cortante que poisou, lento, na garganta para no sempre a degolar. Encravou ela meus dedos, artrite deixou igual na mente e anulou todo meu ser impedindo meu tecer. Vivi feito animal E nada c’o esta idade p’ra mim fui arrebatar senão cruel mediocridade. Para sempre em meu repouso olharei o Ideal Para lá nunca arredei pé, adiei a vida p’ro final. Olhar-te-ei, Sol que lá brilhas, tu que me cantas maravilhas, que me ecoas em vão o nome enquanto a larva me consome. Nulo abaixo parto. Cumpro a justa sentença de quem vive no seguinte e só morrendo é que começa. VII Vivi vida enegrecida pois toda a luz tive esquecida. Tanto foi o meu pensar que esqueci de me lembrar que também sou animal, também sou um cão banal que quer seu osso p’ra rilhar. Sempre vi o ignorante, o sandio diletante, e uma venda lhe pus nos olhos. Quão errado estava... Bem mais vêm eles com os pequenos botões reles da vida as coisas prazenteiras! E eu de olhos bem abertos mundos tenho encobertos por detrás das prateleiras! Esta minha dor ciente é só eco estridente da preguiça de amar. Tanto há á minha volta... Tão bela é a minha escolta e eu sempre a pensar! É terrível malefício o racional ofício... Sobre a folha de papel, lá está mais quente o fervor lá mais sentida está a dor que a que deveras houve... Direta foi doce vivência para a ativa consciência e dormente fica o corpo. Triste é este destino de do bom copo de vinho mais cabeça dar á uva ou de quem esmagou, a luva, que ao sabor do rico suco. E mais potente me lateja a cabeça na peleja, quando no passeio cruzo família livre n’ ignorância sem saber que tem seu termo, que se destina a frio ermo todo seu ilustre membro. Dele nunca tirei os olhos e vivi sempre a chorar. E cá estou. Livre de emenda vejo a entrada estupenda e cruza primeiro minha mente todo o homem que a cruzou. VIII Ai, que grande meu azar! Saiu-me na roleta cair a bola em casa preta e a morte me calhar! E que bela foi a vida de todo o pensar esquecida bem ao lado dos amores! Sem mulher casei-me cedo: várias e não só uma são as belas companheiras. Primeiro, foi o doce néctar. Longe vai a apoquentação quando, morno, tenho na mão o belo copo p´ra alegrar! Qual arte, qual carapuça, arde em mim a escaramuça não c’o verso mas c’o a pinga! Depois, veio meu rolinho, enchido com especiaria que a mim traz a alegria (em outro lado não a arranjo). Tem por nome Cigarrilha e a ela estou tão devoto que já levo pulmão roto de carne tornado em carvão. Chegam também as muitas gémeas, as tisanas para as veias! Cada uma é poção p’ra diferente ocasião: Se ao motor falta gasóleo é pó de fada a cocaína. Se da dor quero ser salvo vem daí, minha heroína! E se eu, terráqueo, voar quero é S.Maria Joana que venero. Por fim, vem a amada que a morte trouxe, escarpada. O colega trapacei e toda a ficha despejei. Como é bom perder o tino na alcatifa de casino! Á Fortuna ir rezar p´ra fortuna me abonar! A cavalo bendito, qual Pégaso, amarei mais que a mulher se ao bolso me trouxer mais pecinhas p´ra apostar. Agora parto para o Céu e não vou acompanhado... Onde estão as minhas queridas? Cuidei que vinham a meu lado... Toda a ficha que ganhei vale menos que pataco. Já cravei broca ao Eterno e não sabe ele o que é tabaco... IX Sempre fui abnegador, e sinto agora apenas dor. Nunca em mim houve ardor. Imóvel em minha cruz ceguei-me de toda a luz, passei em nome do pudor. Minha fé, meu fanatismo, meu seguro maneirismo, sempre me consolaram, perante a vista daqueles que diante via felizes: “Ignora-o, que ele peca! É blasfemo por viver! Imóvel fica em tua toca, no Além podes correr!” Ora, do Além já tenho vista. Mais pequeno é qu’ imaginava... Não há nele uma estrada nesta terra não há pista. Era pois a fé fachada, seu nome era outro. Não era águia mas polvo, que me iscou e subjugou e logo me confortou com mentiras das sagradas. E deste pano fui avisado, lembro ler num evangelho, de um pároco mais velho que aos peixes dirigia palavras de sabedoria p’ra est’ evitar a isca pela qual a vida arrisca cegado por seu canto doce. Sereia é esta empresa, caça nas gentes a moleza e trapo mete em seu diante a ver se caça mais um servo que além desse já não veja o faminto a mirar a bóia. Palavras belas as desse homem a quem me esquece já o nome, pois dele então nunca fiz caso, (se lhes chamou de sal estragado, certo é que diz pecado.) Mas dizia então verdade, e só o sei pois estou caçado entregue agora a meu fado, já sumiu o pano á muito. Agora vejo que não cacei mais nada para minha herança. Acima perguntei antes de fazer a arte mas sobre mim não havia rei. Era ele de mim parte que eu, tolo, não usei. X O silêncio que esperei grita alto à minha porta. P’ra isto me preparei, há muito levo a alma morta. Não vibrou uma só palha. Não levantou qualquer poalha neste corpo que foi nulo. Nenhum cálice me chamou senão o de brandy que momento na mão pousou. Não doeu este caminho, mas doce não o vou chamar, que é quase exagero de vida o denominar. Falei sempre minhas crenças e julguei que as ouviam. Na margem a olhar o rio, escondido das desavenças, já parecia maluquinho, ali postado, a falar sozinho. (p’ra Lídia me dirigia e cruzou ela o Estige em milénio de outrora) “Muita deve ser a dor que ele esconde e que nega, que por lá dentro há refrega que ao Sol está por expor!” Dizia o mais avisado que ao andar me viu parado e continuou alegre o passo. E vejo agora, inda calado, que, por muito dano dado, deu-lhe Deus melhor destino: teve chance de ser divino, se não o foi podia ser, e teve a vida este sentido. E disto não me apercebi, sem propósito me julguei, como tal vetei ser rei de tudo o que é além de mim. Da mais leve e fresca brisa, fugi sempre acautelado, menos turva que o quedo lago tive a miragem do Final. Amadas nunca tive. Memória não tenho. Coração nunca terei. Vivi nunca sendo vivo. Do agora m’ entretenho. E coisa alguma a mais terei. XI Que ira esta de partir! Eu que trigo acumulei parto de onde era rei sem um tostão a reluzir?! Não aceita o barqueiro notas p’ra cruzar o fatal rio?! Recolhe somente o preço tardio em dracmas (por mim trocados por peça de gado, por uns bordados...) Cuidei que valessem menos que os doces bens terrenos! Tem afinal a alma preço... A mesma mão de osso frio estende ao herói e ao sandio. E os que meti na sarjeta dão-lhe o dobro e com gorjeta! E eu, sem nada para dar, de mim fico sem nada, cuidei que a chave dourada me dava certa ao Céu entrada. Despido estou de minhas vestes, caem em mim todas as pestes, nos pés não tenho sola e ao mendigo peço esmola. Bem difícil é a vida do patrão rico no submundo. Já não posso ser imundo sem a bolsa bem nutrida. XII Coisa mais trágica... Começo eu a perceber a charada em que me foi meter o que a chave me esconde. Do fumo desenham-se, difusas as doces linhas de resposta, já daqui vejo, gloriosa... Mas deu á neblina ideia de tudo em simultâneo, em suspiro momentâneo, a revelar à recém-carcaça. E o que é da busca, do caçar que foi a vida? Que é feito do dano e dos lavores, que sofro desde a partida? Condenas-me á procura e em vida não me dás resposta que me apraz, morro doente e dás-me a cura? Cacei sempre o conhecimento, tomei-o por migalhas Tuas deixadas entre as falcatruas p’ro avisado as colher e em algum ponto ter peça final aglomerada que deixe a alma saciada. E por elas deixei de ser, deixer de ver senão abaixo, olhava a pista cabisbaixo, certo de que levava a prémio. Julguei ter mais alto propósito neste, do saber, depósito além do de esperar insciente, olhando só o lá na frente, á espera de Hora determinada p´ra verdade ser revelada. Toda a milha percorri no dorso duma pergunta e é às portas do Eterno que esteve comum a resposta. Cruel és, ó Divino, Comichão em mim puseste, em cisma louca enfureceste este teu ser a procurar só p’ra na vida fracassar e dás-lhe o prémio só na morte, a ele e á quieta hoste. Lá terei de aceitar... Pelo menos descobri , sempre havia solução é só pena cair na mão, e quando já a levo fria... Pelo menos o que de mim passa Já não passa curioso Coisa mais trágica... Coisa mais trágica... XIII A um dia de Amadeus nasci eu a vinte seis e a um passo d’ Infinito cumprirei as tristes leis que a morte reserva ao homem que, mesmo grande, não tem voz para a si mesmo ecoar entre os egrégios avós. Nasci de cabeça acesa e pronto estava p’ra empresa... Mas só mais escuro tornava o dia, e nunca o caminho alumia. Só a chegada tive por certa, este nó que se aperta já o sinto no pescoço. E já é tanto o alvoroço e inda vai cheio meu cálice. Mas tal refuto: Há diferença entre cadáveres se um o sabe e outro não? São iguais no seu destino só que um nasceu com tino e outro não sabe que é cão. Nasci alto quanto baste para espreitar pela vereda, intransponível labareda, que comum adentro me confina. Vejo pois os Elíseos Campos, uma estrada de infinito onde apenas com um grito por século o nome espalharia Mas não ganhei a voz ainda. Espero quedo sua vinda e sei já que espero em vão Pois para mim está já traçado morrer como os demais, despedaçado por animais, não mais p’ra vida instrumento que expele rouca sua música. Não escaparei á naturalidade. Não clamo parcela d’ Eternidade. Abraço assim o esquecimento. É assim duplo o azar, os da morte e do nascer, trezes entre si somados da perfeição ao cubo apartados por um só passinho em frente que o lá de cima entende ser aquele em que tropeço ao pagar último o preço.
PART ONE OF FIVE So, you wanna go to SHOT show? You think it's all fun and games? Get to play with guns? See Jesse James and James Yeager? SHOT show is the annual pilgrimage of the unwashed masses to Las Vegas to rub elbows with youtube celebrities, bloggers and overseas businessmen copying US made equipment and share infectious disease. If you love guns, gambling and gonorrhea - SHOT show is for you! It is not my typical idea of a good time. I am not a big fan of Las Vegas. However: I do attend for a few reasons. First, I do enjoy travel and I'm gold on UA so I can usually score an upgrade. Second, industry people are in there that I do hundreds of thousands if not millions of dollars with business with so it's nice to put a face with the name and see what deals are out there. SHOT for me has been a bust for the past few years. Being a value guy, I want to buy at $1000 and sell at $3000 and as of recently the gun business is more like buy for $1 and sell for $1.10 if you get what I mean. We used to do business at SHOT and now it's just checking in on foursquare, instagram and rubbing elbows with bloggers and the like. I want to make money, not spend money so this is very annoying to me. Anyways, onto the play by play. Saturday, January 19th. Three days before SHOT show. I talk a friend of mine to drive me to the airport after I drop my F350 at the body shop. I had a hit and run and someone totally fucked up all my paint and clearcoat. My guy says he can get it done while I'm gone for SHOT so I hitch a ride with a friend and pick up the tab for lunch. We have brisket. It is delicious. I get to the airport 3 hours early for my flight just in case the TSA line is a shitshow thanks to, well TSA. The government shutdown is not helping these folks. I have pre check and much to my surprise I breeze right through after a brief 3 minute wait. I slog my way to the lounge, as shitty as it is to wait for my winged chariot to IAH. I have gone from being in an abusive relationship with AA to being in an abusive relationship with UA. Although if you really want to experience the battered spouse feeling, NK is a few gates over. I board my flight to IAH and my Renton assembled chariot is on time and boarding early. The hate agent scans my pass and the alarms go off and spits off a new boarding pass. I have been upgraded to first class. You all will be turning right, I will be turning left once I pass the threshold of 2L on this old 757. I'll take a cleared upgrade at the gate any day of the week considering that I am 29/53 for Bush to LAX. Fuck my life. I gate check my bags to make life easier for me and the rest of the folks riding with me. If I don't have to worry about being short on time at my destination, I like to gate check to free up bins for those who are not as fortunate. Eventually I board and ask the FA to say hi to the captain and get a ride report. She says no problem. I step down into the 757 flight deck and take some selfies with the crew. They appreciate my aviation nerdery. They tell me that there will be light chop all over texas today and we're going to have some bumps so strap in and don't be a hero. Having brightened the day of the flight crew, I head back to my lie flat window seat, fully recline and kick back and relax by listening to channel 9 on the IFE. It's disabled. Fuck. I put on a movie and watch the delightful Tag with the always excellent Jon Hamm, Ed Helms and others. It's a good movie and made me laugh. Just as we get to the gate the credits roll. We land at Bush right on time but I have a 59 minute spa layover I had planned OR I can go to Landrys with my priory pass and get some blackened snapper. Do I hightail it to the Centurion lounge in terminal D, my home away from home? Or go for fresh grilled seafood? This centurion lounge does not have a spa. Fuck it, lets go cajun. I walk over to Landrys and order the blackened snapper. It is delicious. The kitchen is a little behind so they box it up the rest of it for me to take on the plane which they don't have to do and I leave the waitress a nice tip. I am sweating from the blackened seasoning. I don't care. NOM NOM NOM. Fish is delish. They have already started boarding to LAX as I walk up to the gate. I ask the hate agent if there's any upgrades. She says first is checked in full and we are 100% packed to LAX today. I thank her and board my bulkhead seat to LAX with my blackened snapper in one hand and personal item in the other. Giving the FA a friendly nod, I ask to say hi to the captain and she says no way boss, we're busy - sit down and shut up. Rude. The boarding door closes for an on time departure and I watch another classic - Wall Street! I polish off the blackened snapper, dirty rice and green beans. Charlie Sheen before he went crazy was a pretty good actor. He's so dreamy. I'm sweating profusely from the blackened seasoning and get up to throw away my trash because I didn't want the other guys in coach to have to do it for me. I walk right up to the forward galley into Bitchy McBitchface who woke up on the wrong side of life starts telling me to use the coach lavatory. I tell her I just wanted to throw some trash away and she gave me more attitude than a sassy black woman working at the DMV. Listen lady, if you don't wanna be dealing with trash - maybe you shouldn't be working for United, eh? I take my seat and I fall asleep on the way to LA. The ride is smoother than my nephew's 16 month old ass. The flight was not long enough. The landing is a perfect grease job on 24R and the only thing awakening me from my slumber is the reversers on the 737 Max. I pull my headset out so I can tune in LAX ground on LiveATC just as we make the left for taxiway Alpha/Alpha. I see the taxiway signs out of the corner of my window and start the feed just as I hear the ding. ding What I'm expecting: Welcome to Los Angeles where the local time is 5:55. Your Houston based flight crew would like to thank you for flying United and your baggage will be at carousel (integer) What I heard from a clearly panic stricken FA: IF THERE IS A DOCTOR OR ANYONE WITH MEDICAL TRAINING ON BOARD PLEASE RING YOUR CALL BUTTON. Everyone wants to be a hero until it's time to do hero shit. I reach up and press the button and a single chime tells the FA that row 9 pressed button. ding FA: If you are a doctor or have medical training please head to the rear galley immediately. I dumped my phone in my seat. (This was my first mistake. I'll tell you why later.) Shit. It's go time. The passengers next to me are soundly asleep and it's a full flight, so I unbuckle my belt and turnstile jump over the two of them making a resounding thud onto the cabin floor. I promptly walked with a purpose to the rear cabin. As I'm heading back I hear someone else walking behind me but I'm focused on the long walk from the bulkhead to the rear galley. I arrive shortly and my immediate impression is that the rear galley is not in good shape. Oh, the bitchface FA that told me off? She's now profusely thanking me for showing up. Funny how that works isn't it? There's a woman lying across three jumpseats on oxygen screaming in pain with a clearly experienced physician working on her and checking her out. I am not about to get in his way. Right behind me is a six foot three beast of a man who I can only imagine used to play right wing for Detroit. Doc 1 is working her, there's me and Doc 2 is behind me. Doc 1 tells us she's got shortness of breath and chest pains. Doc 2 nods and says he's a trauma surgeon from Cedars Sinai. Doc 1 tells us he's an internal medicine specialist at UCLA. Doc 2 asks me what my specialty is. FC says structural firefighting and making sure you two get everything you need. Doc 2 looks at the FA and asks if they got an AED on board. I look up at the nearest overhead and there's an AED in the compartment, I bust it out and hand it to him. They start sizing her up as we taxi down Alpha/Alpha. I stand in the aisle inbetween the two bathroom doors as they do their thing ready to help out. (FC breaks the fourth wall) FOR THE UNINITIATED: United is in terminals 7/8 on the south side of LAX. When you land next to In-and-Out Burger on Sepuldeva you're on the north side of the field. It's easily a 20 minute ride to get from one side of the airport to another when they're busy. Prime time for LAX is 1800hrs because you have all the morning flights from the east and the afternoon flights from the central time zone arriving. When you have a medical emergency and time is a factor, a 20 minute ride to the gate is what we call sub optimal. There's hard stand/remote gates at LAX on the northwest side of the field surface street adjacent that you can get to a lot faster than a long haul around the airport. If you give me a choice of going to the hard stand and meeting the ambulance or taking a 15-20 minute taxi during rush hour to a UA staffed ramp - I will GLADLY take to the hard stand, shut down and start em up. Yes, it's going to inconvenience a plane full of people for 20 minutes for you to unload, restart and taxi back. No, I give zero fucks. My mistake was leaving my phone behind. Had I had it with me, I would have known we were going long way around and applied some intervention techniques to get things moving faster. I had no idea where we were. (Cut to present) Doc 1 managed the best he could and the lady said inbetween raspy breaths that she was going to start vomiting from the pain. Doc calls for a bag. The FA takes the safety equipment bag, the one holding the lifevest, seatbelt extender and oxygen mask and empties it. OH FOR FUCKS SAKE. I reach over to the nearest passenger, pull all the contents of the seatback out, dump it on the floor and hand doc 1 a United brand official airsick bag. Just as I do this and I step back, the plane rapidly slows down and begins to turn. (FC breaks the fourth wall again) I used the term suboptimal earlier, and this is going to be a theme for the rest of the trip. Boeing in their infinite wisdom decided to stretch a 737 design and call it the MAX instead of doing a clean sheet. Three FA's, two doctors, me, and our lady experiencing chest pains are in the rear galley all not wearing seatbelts. All but the patient are standing. We are something like 80 feet behind the main landing gear. Inertia is not our friend today. I start falling and I grab the only thing I can on the way down: the door handle to the lavatory. (Cut to present) Next thing I know, I've experienced what the FAA would probably term a "Lavatory Incursion" - and I wonder where my life has gone wrong as my knee has hit the toilet bowl. I get back up and prop a hand up on the cabin ceiling just to steady myself for the rest of the ride to the gate. I look towards the front of the plane and notice something. Some fuckwit in row 29 is livestreaming this on instagram or some crap. Are you fucking shitting me? I lean over to the purser and tell her that while Doc 1 and 2 are fixing her, I'm gonna go do some fixing of my own about 10 rows up. My resting bitch face is on point right now as I walk up to the tactless millennial inconsiderate smartphone user and get ready to fix this problem in a way honed by years of catholic school, brute force and dealing with shithead customers. FC: Just what do you think you're doing? 1: I'm livestreaming this on twitter. It's my right. FC: You're gonna delete whatever you filmed right now. 1: Or what are you gonna do about it? FC: You see that FA over there? The one that looks like she's not taking any shit from anybody today? I'm gonna ask her for the intercom, I'm gonna call the captain and my friends over at the LAPD are gonna haul your ass in front of a judge and the next place you're gonna be livestreaming from is the back of a police car. And let me tell you something you might not know. There's two ways to enjoy LA Jail on a Saturday night. One's a Richard Pryor album. The other's when a skinny inked up ginger white boy like you walks in. Give me that goddamn phone. I'm handed the phone and I delete the video as I walk back to the rear galley and put it in my back pocket. People are now asking if they're gonna make their connections and shit and I tell them to shut up, we've got more important things going on. As I walk back I peek through the windows seeing nothing but darkness. How long does it take to get to the gate? And even then, is there an ambulance waiting there? What the fuck is happening? Where the fuck are we? I ask Bitch McBitchface how long these symptoms have been going on. Apparently this issue had just arisen upon landing. Doc 1 asks for a stethoscope. I pull down the first aid kit from the compartment. It requires keys. The cabin crew has to find the keys for the first aid kit. I'm eventually handed a key and bust out a stethoscope for the doc. I peer out the window of the rearmost seats looking for signs of a gate, ambulance or anything I can reference to figure out where we are - the tower, a 777 tail which would tell me we are nearing the international terminal.....nothing but darkness. This is not good. Doc keeps the O2 flowing as we are all standing there helpless waiting for the plane to get to the ambulance or vice versa. The cabin crew asks how they're going to get her off the plane. FC: Well she's in no condition to walk, can you get the rampers to put air stairs on 2L and take her off that way? It would be easier and optimal. FA: I don't think we are able to do that (It is at this point I think I smell toast. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T DO THAT? GET ON THE INTERCOM AND TELL THE CAPTAIN THAT THEY ARE GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE HER OFF THE PLANE VIA 2L AND STAIRS WTF) I get that what is happening is clearly exceeding the crew's training but this is.....bad. Eventually we arrive at the gate and the fine folks at Station 51 from LAFD EMS arrive. The EMT sizes it up and calls for an aisle chair to be brought to take her off the plane since she can't walk. (WE HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE TIME!) They load her up and I step out of the way into the lavatory, I see them wheel her out through a crack in the door. I take this chance to do a bit from spies like us. I look to my left and extend my hand. Doctor. I nod. I repeat to the right. They also repeat the bit. We chuckle. I look towards Doc 2. FC: Hey Docs, I didn't catch your names. I'm Will. Will Hayden. Doc 2: George, George Rodriguez. FC: Good work there Dr Rodriguez. Thanks for helping out. Doc 2: We're doctors. It's what we do. Doc 1: Hiya Will, I'm Charlie Fong. FC: Nice work today Dr Fong. Thank you for showing up. We start walking back to our seats as I snort out a laugh. FC: So, Dr Fong.....I guess it's safe to say that United has successfully smoothed things over with the Asian physician community? The doc's have a two Mississippi awkward pause as they begun laughing hysterically. Please, tip your waitresses. Try the veal. I'm here all night. Tactless millennial asks me to return phone, and I hand it back as we walk back to our seats. EMS clears the plane, captain tells people that they can now leave and a cacophony of seat belt buckles pierces the high pitched drone that is a 737 sitting at the gate without engines running on shore power. I ask Bitchy if I can see the captain on the way out as she once more thanks me for my service. She stuck her head in, got a nod and let me pass. I asked the captain why we landed on the north side of the field with an onboard medical and why we didn't get priority handling from the ground controller and why the hell it took so long to get to the gate. His response was staggering. CA: We didn't even know there was an emergency in the galley until the FA told us. By then we were almost to the terminal. FC: Are you fucking kidding me? CA: Nope. By the time we knew something was going on we were already on the ground and almost to the gate. We talk airplane briefly about the 737 Max, the new jumpseats and I wish them a good rest of the trip. I secretly think he's got to be shitting me. Being a good aviation nerd, I made mental note to check his work after I got back to the hotel. I head to the lounge in LAX for a bite to eat, a sprite and some very boring time to myself. Just as I walk into the terminal there's a voicemail from my uncle. My plan for LA was to see my family - and my cousin and his wife who's pregnant with their second kid. I crash at my uncle's house in Pasadena and walk around old town and shop at Vromans Bookstore and enjoy all that Southern California has to offer. It's a good way to spend a weekend. If you ever get a chance, do it. It's fun. I can pay United a shitload of money to fly into McCarran on Monday or I can spend 1/3 of that and go into LAX a few days before and hop over for $45. I love LA. NEW VOICEMAIL FROM UNCLE LOU: Family emergency, we all have to head to Chicago because Lisa's mom is in the hospital and we can't see you this weekend. You're on your own. I'm on my way to Burbank to catch the last flight to Midway. Talk to you later. Fuck. Time for an FC adventure. I order some food in the lounge and crack open the laptop. One of my customers works for LAFD. I find his personal cell phone number in my sales records. ring ring 1: Go for Smith FC: Chief Smith! Will Hayden here! How's that M110 running? 1: Will...holy shit long time no talk. What's going on? FC: Family bailed on me for this weekend, gotta make my own adventure. You working tomorrow? I'd love to see how LA does things. 1: No, but I have some friends on C shift that are. Let me see who's gonna be around. Let me call you back in 10. FC: You got it Chief. I eat and drink and relax and the phone rings back. Chief smith says be at station 9 at 0800 hrs Sunday morning. I say no problem! Thanks! He tells me to check in with the captain of the truck crew and he'll show me around. While I'm on the laptop I book the marriott in Torrance. It's near the airport and a 25 minute ride to station 9. Little did I know it's next to a goddamn oil refinery and the housekeeping staff have left all the windows to my room open. Ugh. I kick back and take a shower. When I get back, I pulled all the ATC tape from LAX tower, from landing clearance to touchdown to the ground controller handoff to the checkpoint, to the request for medical assistance and timestamped all of it. The request to LAX ground for EMS was made somewhere on taxiway bravo after passing papa (TBIT) but before Charlie-6. (T7). By that time we were already on the south side of the field and terminal adjacent. Cabin crew didn't tell the captain to request EMS till we got to the other side of the fucking airport. From the moment I walked up, I had assumed (incorrectly) that prior to the request for medical assistance they would at least have told the captain what was going on. They didn't and he was flying blind. When you do a CPR class the first thing you do is call 911 and ask for an ambulance because it does not matter how much CPR you do if an ambulance never shows up to take you to the hospital. There's a lesson to be learned here. When seconds count, the request for EMS is waiting for the plane to get to the terminal to be called. I knew United wasn't great, but this is to use a southern california term - no bueno. The Westchester In and Out Burger has a 4x4 with my name on it and it is DELICIOUS. After I finish eating I hop on the hangout with the guys. Since I've got no plans till morning I decide that it's worth the crazy time and I call u/gunexpert69 and we make plans to hang out at his local watering hole. We then try to pick up some flight attendants at the Doubletree. We fail miserably and call it a night. Sunday, January 20th. Two days before SHOT show. My alarm is set for 727AM. It rings, I wash up, jump in the car and put free fallin by Tom Petty on the radio and hop onto 405 south to pick up 110 north. The freeways are empty and I make incredible time downtown. I look down at the address and wonder where the fuck I am going. 7th and San Julian St? I drive around and there are tents on the sidewalk everywhere. This is the closest I have seen to life in a WROL situation. Eventually I find a spot on 7th street, bang on the door and the guys tell me to pull my car into the back lot. I do so and the guys are having breakfast and invite me to sit down and grab a bite. When in Rome...... I grab some eggs, bacon and a biscuit and the truck captain comes by and says oh you know Smith? Apparently they came up in the same academy class and are old friends. He sticks his head out the door and yells at one of the guys and pantomimes some instructions. I don't speak ASL so I just nod and take it in. He runs down what they're doing today. LA tradition is that weekends are for the boys so they do training on weekends. It's 820AM and they've setup a training scenario and are gonna run it. This looks cool. One of the guys comes back and hands me a headset, saladbowl and turnout coat. Captain says you're with me in the truck. Gear up. Uh. What? CA: Yeah, Chief Smith said you'd be riding along with us today. Right? FC: LOL! I thought he was just gonna do a station visit. Sure, I'll ride with you guys. CA: You ever see a TDA before? FC: I used to be on the engine or the quint so this is gonna be new. CA: Well, jump in. Lets go. My ride to LA was a 737 max made in Renton that just came off the line January 17th. My ride to Skid Row was a 100' Pierce Arrow XT Tractor Drawn Aerial that was three years old. I hopped in and we drove around to the training location where the guys were to setup the ladder and pretend like they were venting a roof on a 5 story building. I was told to go shadow the command post as they'd be evaluating the guys and they had a good training day. LA has a good group of people and it shows. They did a post training debrief, simulated a dry hydrant and talked about everything they did, everything they did badly and everything they could do better. LA has some fantastic people there that are very talented. The guys started putting tools away and rolling hose. I find the captain over on one of the engines and ask him if they need help with anything. He says if you want to help out, we're breaking down that attack line you can drain it. FC: You guys straight roll to a flat load right? CA: Yeah. You know hose? FC: Drivers do it with hose. CA: LOL! Hadn't heard that one before! Here's some gloves. He gave me some gloves, I straight rolled three sections of three quarter line and hauled it all back to the engine where I found the truck captain loading hose with his guys. If anyone wants to see where real leadership is, it's helping your guys load hose and pack up tools. I hook up and look up as I notice their technique. LA flat loads all their attack line, no preconnects. Two guys in the bed dressing and dutching it, one guy on the ground, straight roll between the boots pulling hose straight up into the engine. Gets any residual water out and they can check the gaskets every length. Never seen that done before but it looks like a smooth technique. I hook up the last of their attack line as the guys finish packing up. The bells come in and there's an automatic fire alarm tripped. First call of the morning. We hop over there and its' a false alarm. The rest of the day is spent with station 9 watching the various indigenous folks of Skid Row do their thing. Station 9 is the busiest fire station in the nation. Before lunch they ran 3 overdoses, 2 stabbings, and a cacophany of crap. I went with them and their ambulance drivers and EMT's really earn every dollar they make working this area. After a quick break for lunch, they start watching the Rams game. Just as it got good, bells came in for another few calls and next thing I knew - the Rams were going to the super bowl and the dinner bell was ringing. I decided it would be overstaying my welcome to hang out for dinner so I packed up and bought a shirt and told the guys if they ever needed guns to shout at me. Drove over to Grand Central Market to get a bite to eat and then grabbed some in and out burger on my way back to the hotel. txgi is sloshed and in no position to travel after watching the patriots destroy KC. It's been a crazy day and the beginning of a crazy trip. And it's just getting started. Monday, January 21st. One day before SHOT Show I wake up late, grab lunch at the Del Amo mall and do some shopping. My flight to McCarran leaves at 7PM and arrives just after 8PM. Knowing rush hour traffic in LA I decide to leave early and get to the airport at 430. I hightail it to the lounge in TBIT and grab a bite to eat and relax. I'm on an Alaska A320 to McCarran all the way in the back but at least I got a window seat. I stop in on the way to talk to the captain and he asks me a bunch of gun questions. I tell him the VP9 is good to go and he should buy it with his ATP credentials. The 320 ride to LAS is entirely filled with moderate chop. The airplane is literally banging the side of the plane into my head. It is a miserable flight. We land on time and I am unable to stop at the Centurion lounge for a bite and a drink because it's closed for renovations. I grab my bags and pick up my badge for SHOT Show at the airport and jump on the shuttle bus to Hertz. I reserved a compact knowing I'd need to be in and out of a tight parking garage. I get to my assigned spot, spot 13 and there's a fullsize Chevy Suburban there. What the fuck is this? I throw my bags inside, jump in and drive right up to the Gold Member service area. FC: The lady on the phone asked me compact, midsize or fullsize - WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? Hertz: That's the Hertz Love Wagon! Think of all the ladies you can drive around in this! FC: DO I LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN LYFT FOR WORKING GIRLS? It is at this point where I learn something. The best part about Vegas is anything crazy or unbelievable can be explained or justified by shrugging your shoulders, opening your palms upward and saying "It's Vegas!" Hertz: It's Vegas! FC: I am not driving (gesticulates widlly) THIS into the parking garage of the Palazzo for 4 days straight! Hertz is not impressed with my pantomime. They find me a brand new 2019 Honda Pilot with 19 miles on it. I hightail it up the highway to Circus Circus. Check in line is totally deserted. I am able to haul my bags up and get keys in 3 minutes flat. That's gotta be a fucking record. Just as I arrive at my room I decide to send Rusty Shackleford a picture of me looking grumpy in front of the hertz love wagon. RS: ARE YOU IN VEGAS?!?!?!??!?!? FC: YES!!!! WHY ARE WE YELLING?!?!?!??!? (image of Rusty coming down the escalator with the sign behind him that says WELCOME TO LAS VEGAS in the background) FC: Oh dear god. I just got to the hotel to dump off my bags, you want a ride? I can be there in 20. RS: Nah man we just landed a few min ago I was gonna take an uber FC: By the time you get to the rideshare area it'll be 20 minutes. I can be there by the time you get to the curb. Seriously. RS: LOL okay head over! I look at my watch. Las Vegas Blvd traffic on a monday night? This isn't gonna work. I grab my coat and run back to the parking garage and tear out of the CC garage tires squealing all the way down. I bang a left onto Sammy Davis Jr Drive and haul ass to Spring mountain where I jump on 15 and get the car up to 100MPH between mandalay bay and 215. McCarran Airport SUCKS in many regards and the airport pickup is one of them. It's not laid out well at all but it makes the cabbies plenty of money. I find it kinda funny because this year I'm picking up Rusty. Last year I was picking up a coworker of a buddy of mine who needed his SHOT show pass and there was no way to get it to him that night so I just said fuck it, give me the pass and I'll get it to him and drive him to the hotel. The year before, I picked up u/fluffy_butternut. I guess I am the world's worst uber driver. I like doing the same bit over and over again like beating a dead horse so I can pickup Rusty one of to ways. A: The classic Las Vegas Airport pickup. Drive to airport and park car on curb. Wait for metro PD to start yelling at you for parking on the sidewalk. Message Rusty to tell him I'm the one parked on the sidewalk. B: In my best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression: COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE My calculations were rough but I figured rusty should get to the curb right at the same time as me. If he's there already, we do B. If he's not, I'll do A. The speed limit in the tunnel under the airport is 55. I'm doing 90. I fly up the ramp to Terminal 1 and tell him that I'll grab him at the American arrivals level. Just as I pull off to the curb to tell him I'm here he tells me he's just walked outside and I look up and see a classically hawaiian shirt standing at the curb. I pull the car forward, stop quickly and do my best Arnold. He laughs and hops in. I take him to his hotel and dump him off at registration as I park the car. I spend 20 minutes parking the car and I walk over to registration to find him still in line. The hotel is packed with people for the convention. Behind us is a beautiful blonde engineer in town for what I'm guessing is World of Concrete based on the blueprints she's brought with her. I chat her up a bit until I see that she's got a wedding ring on her other hand. We head up to rusty's room where we find a king size bed and a hot tub 5 feet away. You don't even need to leave your bed to drown a hooker if you don't want to. It's Vegas! Rusty says lets go down to the casino and lose some money. We head down to the casino and lose some money at the craps table. This trip is not treating me nicely. I tell him I gotta tap out. Show in the morning.
Alright, this is a fairly comprehensive list of all the active launch sites on Earth as of the year 1999, in Overheaven’s alternate history timeline. Realistically, most of these only launch satellites, and the ones that do shoot people into space are probably doing so with capsules, though the more developed countries have fleets of reusable space planes (both manned and unmanned). The overwhelming majority of launches are going to be routine unmanned, reusable rockets sending up supplies or satellites or space station construction materials, and then touching back down on the launch pad like SpaceX's BFR (we get that level of reusable launch vehicle by the mid/late 70's, rather than the late 2010’s - amazing what you can accomplish when two superpowers feel the need to put thousands of nukes in orbit, because the 1967 Outer Space Treaty never happened). Many are run by the military or public-sector space agencies like the ESA, NASA, the Commonwealth Space Program, or Soyuzcosmos (the USSR's NASA counterpart), but I'm willing to bet that at least half (perhaps even two-thirds) of these are private-sector operations, and most non-military public-sector launch sites do private-sector flights as well. Rockets like the Sea Dragon theoretically don't really need launchpads, and while there might be launch facilities which specialize with Sea Dragon-type rockets, I think that the smaller spaceflight companies would just buy one of these rockets, strap the payload on top, and tow it out to sea near the equator for launch. And there's also air-launched sub-orbital vehicles (stuff like Virgin Galactic's White Knight), which I wager could take off from regular old airports on the backs of Boeing 747's or Antonov 124's. Some of these are existing rocket launch sites (mostly for sounding rockets), which I've turned into full-on Cape Canaveral/Baikonur-type facilities, while others are proposed locations for launch sites, and some are just good ideas I figured would work but never appeared in our timeline. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is enough space infrastructure to serve as the basis for a smoothly-running interplanetary civilization by 1999, with the Internet still in its infancy. In Overheaven’s alternate timeline, the lack of an OST leads to a more aggressive and ambitious space race. Men on on Mars by 1976, men on Venus by 1978, and the construction of huge nuclear missile platforms in orbit by both superpowers. By the late 70’s, space industry was just getting started, and by the 80’s, the “Space Boom” was in full swing, baby. Experimental atomic research, rotating space hotels, medical and chemical research labs in orbit, space manufacturing, solar power satellites, mining near-earth asteroids, space tourism, orbital fuel depots, telecom sats, space casinos, offworld banking, and so much more. By the late 1990’s, the idea of people working and even living in space is still exciting, but it’s also pretty damn normal now. With all these launches, plus material being extracted from Luna and near-Earth asteroids, I think it's perfectly feasible for there to be a few Stanford Toruses, and at least one O'Neill Cylinder, under construction in Earth orbit by '99. And as launch costs continue to plummet, expect the scale of humanity's ambitions to only escalate. And these are just the launch sites on Earth. I don't even know how many orbital launch facilities there'd be by this point - huge space stations building truly-massive vessels in zero-g with all those resources we're shooting up on what I imagine is a daily or even hourly basis; ships like those, built and fueled in orbit, would undoubtedly be able to reach Mars, Venus, Mercury, the Main Belt and Jupiter with relative ease. And everything I've stated here will only continue to grow at a geometric rate as more of the Solar System's resources are harnessed, spaceflight costs continue to drop, and technology continues to improve. And we’re not talking about Overheaven’s current year, which isn’t actually 1999. It’s 2185. Oh, right. Here's the list: United States of America: Cape Kennedy Space Center (Merritt Island, Florida) Mid-Atlantic Regional Spaceport (Delmarva Peninsula, Virginia) John Glenn Memorial Spaceport (Matagorda Island, Texas) Southwestern Regional Spaceport (Roswell, New Mexico) White Sands Launch Center (White Sands, New Mexico) Datil Launch Center (Datil, New Mexico) Yuma Spaceport (Yuma, Arizona) Keweenaw Spaceport (Keweenaw Peninsula, Michigan) John Bardeen Memorial Launch Center (Sheboygan, Wisconsin) Mojave Spaceport (Mojave, California) Vanderberg Space Center (Lompoc, California) Oklahoma Spaceport (Burn Flats, Oklahoma) Kodiak Launch Complex (Kodiak Island, Alaska) Stockton Space Center (Stockton, Arizona) Lone Star Space Center (Van Horn, Texas) Coleman Launch Center (Sea Dragon launch facility located between Tutuila island and Manu’a island, American Samoa) Johnston Space Center (Johnston Atoll, Pacific Ocean) Sarigan Launch Center (Sairgan, Northern Marianas Islands) Reagan Launch Center (Kwajalein Atoll, Republic of the Marshall Islands) Poseidon (privately-operated mobile sea-launch platform in the Gulf of Mexico) Ocean Odyssey Launch Complex (privately-operated mobile sea-launch platform in the Pacific Ocean) Union of Soviet Sovereign Republics: Baikonur Cosmodrome (Baikonur, Star City) Tereshkova Cosmodrome (Zapovednoye, Primorsky Krai, Far Eastern SSR) Vostochny Cosmodrome (Tsiolkovsky, Amur Oblast, Far Eastern SSR) Okhotsk Cosmodrome (Okhotsk, Khabarovsk Krai, Far Eastern SSR) Sarishagan Cosmodrome (Priozersk, Karaganda Oblast, Kazakh SSR) Nyonoksa Cosmodrome (Severodvinsk, Archangelsk Oblast, Russian SSR) Plesetsk Cosmodrome (Mirny, Archangelsk Oblast, Russian SSR) Kapustin Yar Cosmodrome (Znamensk, Astrakhan Oblast, Russian SSR) Isakov Cosmodrome (mobile sea-launch platform in the Indian Ocean, currently 960 miles off the coast of Sri Lanka) European Space Agency/European Union: Guiana Space Center (Kourou, French Guiana) Archimedes Launch Center (Syracuse, Sicily, Italy) Nuka Hiva Space Center (Marquises, French Polynesia) Touamotu Space Center (Rairoa, French Polynesia) Fort-Dauphin Space Center (Tôlanaro, Republic of Madagascar) Borglio Space Center (offshore platform off the coast of Kenya, administered by Italy) Koroni Launch Center (Messenia, Greece) Salto di Quirra Spaceport (Sardinia, Italy) Cuxhaven Launch Center (Cuxhaven, Germany) Ile du Levant Launch Center (Iles d’Hyeres, France) El Arenosillo Spaceport (Mazagon, Spain) Svalbard Space Center (Ny-Alesund, Svalbard, Norway) (northern-most spaceport in the world) Andøya Space Center (Andøya, Norway) Esrange Launch Center (Kiruna, Sweden) Oberth-Barre Launch Center (Bangoli, Orientale Province, Zaire) OTRAG Launch Center (North Sheba, Katanga Province, Zaire) (privately-operated spaceport, under German/EU jurisdiction) People’s Republic of China: Dongfeng Aerospace City (Ejin Banner, Inner Mongolia) Hotan Aerospace City (Hotan, Xinjiang) Xichang Launch Center (Liangshan, Sichuan) Wenchang Launch Center (Wenchang, Hainan) Taiyaun Launch Center (Xinzhou, Shanxi) Taiwan (Republic of China): Sanxiantai Launch Center (Sanxiantai, Taitung) Haiqian Launch Center (Manzhou, Pingtung) Republic of Bulgaria: Smrikite Cosmodrome (Varna Province) Republic of Hong Kong and Macau: Stanley Ho Space Center (Tai Chau Island, New Territories) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Islamic Republic of Pakistan: Sonmiani Launch Center (Las Bela, Balochistan) Tilla Launch Center (Jhelum, Punjab) Federative Republic of Brazil: Barreira do Inferno Launch Center (Parnamirim, Rio Grande do Norte) Praia do Cassino Launch Center (Rio Grande do Sul) Alcântara Spaceport (Alcântara, Maranhão) Belém Spaceport (Vigia, Para) United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland: Sutherland Spaceport (Caithness and Sutherland, Highland, Scotland) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) South Uist Space Center (South Uist, Outer Hebrides, Scotland) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Newquay Space Center (Newquay, Cornwall, England) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Ascension Launch Center (Unicorn Point, Ascension Island, South Atlantic) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Diego Garcia Launch Center (Diego Garcia, British Indian Ocean Territory) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Federal Republic of Romania: Costinești Space Center (Constanta County) Republic of Colombia: Soledad Launch Center (Caquetá Department) (jointly-operated with the United States) Commonwealth of Nations/Commonwealth Space Program: Mount Kenya Space Center (Nyeri County, Republic of Kenya) Kilimanjaro Space Center (Kilimanjaro Region, United Republic of Tanzania) Gan Launch Center (Gan, Addu Atoll, Maldives) (jointly-operated by the Commonwealth and India) Commonwealth of Australia: Woomera Space Center (Woomera, South Australia) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Darwin Space Center (Darwin, Northern Territory) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Carnarvon Space Center (Carnarvon, Western Australia) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Manus Space Center (Manus Island, Admiralty Islands, Papua New Guinea) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Weipa Launch Center (Mission River, Cape York, Queensland) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Christmas Island Space Center (South Point, Christmas Island) (jointly-operated by Australia and Japan) Spaceport Valhalla (offshore privately-run launch platform off the coast of East Timor) State of Japan: Tanegashima Space Center (Tanegashima Island, Kagoshima) Uchinoura Space Center (Kimotsuki, Kagoshima) Akita Satellite Launch Center (Akita, Tohoku) Obachi Satellite Launch Center (Rokkasho, Aomori) Okinotorishima Space Center (Okinotori Reef) (a very large launch platform built atop a coral reef, mostly so Tokyo can thumb their nose at an EEZ dispute with China and Taiwan, increasingly growing into a small city in the middle of the Pacific Ocean) Ryori Space Center (Iwate, Tohoku) Watatsumi Launch Platform (very large mobile sea-launch platform in the south Pacific Ocean, currently 100 miles off the coast of Baker Island, USA) Asada Goryu Space Center (Wuvulu Island, Bismarck Archipelago, New Guinea) New Zealand: Birdling’s Flat Launch Center (Canterbury, South Island) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Mahia Launch Center (Hawke’s Bay, North Island) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Federal Republic of Yugoslavia: Morava Spaceport (Lađevci, Republic of Šumadija) Imperial State of Iran: Qom Space Center (Qom Province) Emamshahr Space Center (Semnan Province) Semnan Spaceport (Semnan Province) Republic of Algeria: Hammaguir Space Center (Hammaguir, Abadla District) (originally built by the French, abandoned in the 60’s, brought back online by the Algerian government in the 80’s) West Indies Federation: Barbados Space Center (Kitridge Point, Barbados) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) St. Margaret Space Center (St. Margaret, Trinidad & Tobago) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Mabaruma Space Center (Mabaruma, Barima-Waini, Guyana) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) State of Israel: Albert Einstein Space Center (Hasna, Sinai Peninsula, Israel) (recently launched a Palestinian-designed satellite into orbit as a sign of goodwill) Socialist Republic of Vietnam: Phạm Tuân Launch Center (Hon Khaoi Island) (jointly operated with USSR) Malaysia: Riau Space Center (Padang, Riau Island) Ahmad Shah Space Center (Larapan Island, Sabah) Republic of India: Vikram Sarabhai Space Centre (Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala) Satish Dhawan Space Centre (Sriharikota, Andhra Pradesh) Abdul Kalam Space Centre (Bhubaneswar, Odisha) Canada: Churchill Space Center (Churchill, Manitoba) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Primrose Lake Launch Center (Cold Lake, Alberta) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Maritime Launch Center (Canso, Nova Scotia) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Cape Breton Spaceport (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Grand Turk Space Center (Grand Turk Island, Turks and Caicos, Canada) (part of the Commonwealth Space Program) Dominican Republic: Las Terrenas Space Center (Las Terrenas, Samaná Province) (jointly-operated with the United States) People’s Democratic Republic of South Yemen: Qahtan Muhammad al-Shaabi Launch Center (offshore platform off the coast of Socotra) (jointly-operated with the USSR) Republic of Ecuador: Puerto Quito Launch Center (Pichincha Province) (jointly-operated with the United States) Republic of Poland: Łeba-Rąbka Spaceport (Pomeranian Voivodeship) Blizna Spaceport (Podkarpackie Voivodeship) Republic of the Philippines: Clark Freeport and Special Economic Zone (Clark Field, Metro Manilla) Lambajon Launch Center (Lambajon, Mindanao) (built with Japanese investment in the 1970’s, recently came under joint Japanese-Filipino administration) Republic of Cuba: Juventud Spaceport (Cayo San Juan, Isla de la Juventud, Cuba) (operated jointly with the USSR) Republic of Chile: Isla San Felix Launch Center (Isla San Felix) Socialist People’s Libyan Arab Jamahiriya: Libyan People’s Space City (Sabha, Fezzan) Korean Federation: Tonghae Spaceport (Musudan, North Hamyong) (originally built by the DPRK in the 80’s) Anhueng Spaceport (Hoengseong County, Gangwon Province) Naro Space Center (Goheung County, South Jeolla Province) Iraqi Republic: Babylon Space City (Al-Anbar region) (jointly operated by the Iraqi and Syrian governments; operates Tammouz rockets for manned launches and Project Babylon super-guns for satellites) United Mexican States: Sierra de Jaurez Launch Center (Sierra de Juarez, Baja California) Alcubierre Spaceport (Laguna Tamiahua, Veracruz) Puerto Bravo Launch Center (Puerto Bravo, Quintana Roo) Republic of Singapore: Changi Spaceport (Changi, Singapore) Republic of Zaire: Mbandaka Spaceport (Bamanya, Equateur Province) Republic of Indonesia: Motorai Launch Center (Motorai Island, North Maluku) Biak Launch Center (Biak Island, West Papua) Enggano Launch Center (Enggano Island, Bengkulu) Republic of Argentina: CELPA (El Chamical, La Roja Province) Felix Aguilar Launch Center (Pampa de Achala, Cordoba Province) San Martin Launch Center (Mar Chiquita, Buenos Aires Province) Marambio Launch Center (Marambio Base, Antarctica) (southern-most spaceport in the world) Kingdom of Saudi Arabia: King Khalid Spaceport (Tabuk, Tabuk Province) Al Haddar Spaceport (Al Haddar, Riyadh Province) Apartheid South Africa: Denel Overberg Launch Centre (Agulhas, Cape Province) Walvis Bay Launch Centre (Swakopmund, Southwest Africa) Aquarius Mobile Launch Platform (mobile sea-launch platform in the Atlantic Ocean, 894 miles off the coast of Liberia) Jan Smuts Launch Centre (St. Lucia, Natal)
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[Debate][Opinião] Para onde vai o dinheiro e para que serve a formação?
Este texto foi retirado diretamente de uma publicação do facebook do Bruno Costa Carvalho, ex-candidato à presidência do SL Benfica, e levanta pontos muito importantes, gostaría de saber o que acham. "PARA ONDE VAI O DINHEIRO E PARA QUE SERVE A FORMAÇÃO? No verão do ano passado (16 de Junho de 2016), lia-se no financefootball.com que Vieira tinha atingido a meta dos 600 milhões em vendas em 13 anos de presidência. Esse valor tinha sido atingido com a venda de Gaitán. Só na época 2014-15 o Benfica vendeu mais de 100 milhões, destacando-se as vendas de Markovic e de Enzo Pérez e, claro, de Bernardo Silva, João Cancelo e Ivan Cavaleiro que o Presidente do Benfica jurava, no verão de 2014, que tinham sido apenas emprestados e que regressariam todos ao clube. André Gomes também saiu do Benfica em Janeiro de 2014, conjuntamente com Rodrigo, sendo a venda do André oficializada, apenas, no verão de 2015. Na época passada, Renato Sanches foi vendido por 35 milhões ao Bayern de Munique e o já referido Gaitán por 25 milhões ao famoso Atlético de Madrid. Nesta janela de mercado sai Gonçalo Guedes por 30 milhões, mas podia, ao que transparece, ter saído Lindelof ou Raúl Jiménez, este último, num verdadeiro negócio da China. Mesmo retirando daqui as comissões e percentagens de passes de jogadores que não eram do Benfica, são, ao todo, muitos milhões. É bem verdade que há um grande mérito do Benfica em ter encontrado, e em alguns casos formado, bons jogadores com indesmentível valor de mercado, mas os sinais são, para quem os souber ler, sobretudo, preocupantes. Muito preocupantes. Se não formos autistas, nem tivermos a mania que não devemos olhar para o lado, este foi o modelo usado durante anos pelo FC Porto. O FC Porto fartou-se de vender, mas com o Passivo do clube sempre a aumentar. O FC Porto facturou milhões, mas eles esfumaram-se. Pensem bem, não é isso que se está a passar no Benfica? Vendemos como nunca, assinamos contratos milionários com direitos televisivos e patrocínio das camisolas, entra mais dinheiro do que nunca, mas o Passivo ronda os 500 milhões e o nosso endividamento bancário ultrapassa os 300 milhões enquanto o do Real Madrid se fica pelos 80 milhões. A questão que se põe é a seguinte: para onde vai tanto dinheiro? O estádio foi construído há mais de 13 anos e tinha um “project finance” que permitia que se pagasse a si próprio. O Seixal foi pago com o “naming”... Estas infraestruturas que custaram juntas, cerca de 100 milhões, não explicam o derreter de 600 milhões de vendas (deduzidas de comissões e partes de passe que não nos pertenciam). A sustentabilidade do Benfica preocupa-me muito, já o tenho dito muitas vezes. Preocupa-me, ainda mais, os evidentes sinais de que o Benfica tinha que vender agora, neste mês, fosse quem fosse, apesar das antigas promessas de Domingos Soares Oliveira de que o Benfica já não precisa de vender jogadores para ser viável. Este modelo de despesas insustentáveis, de gastos desmedidos não sei bem em quê, já provou ser desastroso no FC Porto e o mesmo mal bater-nos-á à porta, mais tarde ou mais cedo. Há que parar com um despesismo sem limites. Estou cansado em ouvir falar de hotéis ou rádios. Qualquer dia podem ser casinos, supermercados ou até uma fábrica de naves espaciais.... O Benfica tem que se centrar no seu “core business”, no futebol como principal negócio e tem, sobretudo, que usar bem o seu dinheiro. Um Benfica sólido e bem gerido podia, sem dificuldade de maior, ter Gonçalo Guedes a jogador com Renato Sanches, André Gomes, Bernardo Silva, João Cancelo e Ivan Cavaleiro. Se algum saísse seria porque nós queríamos e não porque estávamos sedentos de dinheiro. Isso, sim, seria apostar na formação e ter uma política desportiva clara e muito elogiável. Assim, a aposta na formação não passa de uma treta e apenas uma fábrica de milhões enquanto durar. Somos, na realidade, o centro de formação dos grandes da Europa e não nos assumimos, nós, como um verdadeiro grande da Europa que poderíamos e deveríamos ser. Os Benfiquistas, muitos deles bem esclarecidos, julgam que o actual caminho é o único possível. Mas, estão enganados. Um Benfica forte financeiramente podia ter outra capacidade de segurar jogadores, de subir patamares no seu nível europeu e gerar muito mais receitas do que gera actualmente, sem olhar para a venda de jogadores como a única tábua de salvação. Com tanta venda deveríamos ter o Passivo a zero e transpirarmos saúde financeira. Mas, não. Quanto mais vendemos mais parece que precisamos de vender. Porquê? Pergunto de novo, para onde vai todo esse dinheiro?" Por Bruno Costa Carvalho.
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