猪通过勤劳致富有5元钱存在老鼠开的钱庄里。猪打算拿这5元钱建一个小窝，大盖要花2元卖地，花3元搭窝。王八是搞工程的，他想在猪身上挣更多的 钱，于是找来当投资顾问的狐狸想办法，狐狸说：这好办。于是找来管地盘的狼，开钱庄的老鼠一起来商议，结果王八从老鼠那里借来200元，用100元买了狼 的地，花了3元把猪窝盖好，花了50元给了狐狸咨询服务费，猪没有地，只好求王八把窝卖给它，王八要价500元，老猪说只有5元买不起，这时候狐狸说服猪 去向老鼠借钱，老鼠答应借500给猪，前提是要他连本带利还600元，可以分10年还清，并且产权证拿来抵押。结果成交。猪到最后花了600元买来了猪 窝，比他原来的计划高了11倍，猪努力了十年去挣钱还贷。在这场交易里面，狼，老鼠，狐狸还有王八都挣了钱。

以后他们就如法炮制。更多的猪去贷款买房子了，这时候，当商人的驴看到有机可乘，到老鼠那里贷了好多好多的款，把王八盖的房子都买下来，然后以更高 的价格卖给了猪。猪的还贷期就越来越长，吃的越来越差，小猪崽子也不敢生了。由于猪的数目越来越少，狼觉得这样下去自己没有猪肉吃了，非饿死不可，于是开 始调控，不让老鼠再借钱了。但是王八还没有停止盖房，把自己挣的钱和贷的钱全投入生产了。

驴手上的猪窝囤积的很多，卖不动了被套牢了。结果，老鼠，王八，还有驴都挣了好多的猪窝。钱到最后集中到狼手上。如今，谁都等着狼把钱拿出来救命。

1.         狼应该是土地的垄断者地方政府、王八是开发商、老鼠代表银行、狐狸是投资顾问，驴是炒房者、猪肯定就是广大购房者了。

2.         从这个故事里，我们很清晰的看出，在房地产的暴利里，谁是最大的受益者、谁是最大的受害者。狼永远要吃猪，而猪永远只能被宰割；

3.         在房地产江湖里，狼是老大毋庸置疑，而老鼠、王八都是狼的最佳合作伙伴，此三者是地产江湖的统治者；

4.         中国的猪在肥，也经不起房地产这把屠刀的宰杀，因此猪永远都处于被统治的地位，一代人甚至三代人积累的财富也会被房子一夜之间抽干；

5.         房价不停上涨就是地产江湖的最佳稳定剂，房价上涨就意味着财源滚滚，狼、老鼠以及王八们各取所需，而狐狸和驴子也乘机沾点荤腥。而一旦房价停止上涨，树倒猢狲散，没有钱了，老大的地位岌岌可危，这是老大最可怕的；

6.         所以一旦楼市崩溃，房价暴跌，你们说狼会救谁？我想分析到这里，答案就不用我说了吧，从来救的都是自家兄弟；

7.         当然为了平息广大“猪们”对房价暴涨的怨声载道，狼也时常站出来洒几滴同情的“眼泪”，但是那一定是黄鼠狼给鸡拜年。尤其每年召开猪大会的时候，这种眼泪格外的多，但几天这后，这种承诺就会被抛弃在九霄云外；

8.         记得我说的一句话，狼即使让猪养的膘肥体壮，最终的目的是为了吃更多的猪肉。我们要时刻做好躺在案板上的准备，这就是猪的命运。

聪明的你，如果你是狼，你会拿钱救哪个？

I am no hero. I just acted as an Iraqi who witnessed the pain and bloodshed of too many innocents --Muntazer al-Zaidi

I am free. But my country is still a prisoner of war. There has been a lot of talk about the action and about the person who took it, and about the hero and the heroic act, and the symbol and the symbolic act. But, simply, I answer: what compelled me to act is the injustice that befell my people, and how the occupation wanted to humiliate my homeland by putting it under its boot.

Over recent years, more than a million martyrs have fallen by the bullets of the occupation and Iraq is now filled with more than five million orphans, a million widows and hundreds of thousands of maimed. Many millions are homeless inside and outside the country.

We used to be a nation in which the Arab would share with the Turkman and the Kurd and the Assyrian and the Sabean and the Yazid his daily bread. And the Shia would pray with the Sunni in one line. And the Muslim would celebrate with the Christian the birthday of Christ. This despite the fact that we shared hunger under sanctions for more than a decade.

Our patience and our solidarity did not make us forget the oppression. But the invasion divided brother from brother, neighbour from neighbour. It turned our homes into funeral tents.

I am not a hero. But I have a point of view. I have a stance. It humiliated me to see my country humiliated; and to see my Baghdad burned, my people killed. Thousands of tragic pictures remained in my head, pushing me towards the path of confrontation. The scandal of Abu Ghraib. The massacre of Falluja, Najaf, Haditha, Sadr City, Basra, Diyala, Mosul, Tal Afar, and every inch of our wounded land. I travelled through my burning land and saw with my own eyes the pain of the victims, and heard with my own ears the screams of the orphans and the bereaved. And a feeling of shame haunted me like an ugly name because I was powerless.

As soon as I finished my professional duties in reporting the daily tragedies, while I washed away the remains of the debris of the ruined Iraqi houses, or the blood that stained my clothes, I would clench my teeth and make a pledge to our victims, a pledge of vengeance.

The opportunity came, and I took it.

I took it out of loyalty to every drop of innocent blood that has been shed through the occupation or because of it, every scream of a bereaved mother, every moan of an orphan, the sorrow of a rape victim, the teardrop of an orphan.

I say to those who reproach me: do you know how many broken homes that shoe which I threw had entered? How many times it had trodden over the blood of innocent victims? Maybe that shoe was the appropriate response when all values were violated.

When I threw the shoe in the face of the criminal, George Bush, I wanted to express my rejection of his lies, his occupation of my country, my rejection of his killing my people. My rejection of his plundering the wealth of my country, and destroying its infrastructure. And casting out its sons into a diaspora.

If I have wronged journalism without intention, because of the professional embarrassment I caused the establishment, I apologise. All that I meant to do was express with a living conscience the feelings of a citizen who sees his homeland desecrated every day. The professionalism mourned by some under the auspices of the occupation should not have a voice louder than the voice of patriotism. And if patriotism needs to speak out, then professionalism should be allied with it.

I didn't do this so my name would enter history or for material gains. All I wanted was to defend my country.

曾经看过这样一则报道：1994年9月的一天，在意大利境内的一条高速公路上，一对美国夫妇带着十岁的儿子尼古拉斯?格林正驾车向一个旅游胜地进发。突 然，一辆菲亚特轿车超过他们，车窗内伸出几支枪杆，一阵射击之后，他们的儿子中弹身亡。这对夫妇本该痛恨这个国家，因为在这块土地上他们失去了爱子。可 是，悲伤过后，他们作出一个令人震惊的决定：把儿子健康的器官捐献给意大利人！在意大利，即使是正常死亡的本国公民自愿捐献器官的也很罕见。于是，一个 15岁的少年接受了尼古拉斯的心脏，一个19岁的少女得到了他的肝；一个20岁的妇女换上了他的胃，另两个孩子分别得到了他的两个肾。5个意大利人在这份 生命的馈赠中得救了。这件轰动一时的事足以令所有的意大利人汗颜！1994年10月4日，意大利总统斯卡尔法罗将一枚金奖章授予这对美国夫妇，为他们的容 纳百川的胸怀以及悲世悯人的情操，还有以德报怨的人生境界。

当为一些生活俗事斤斤计较是退一步想想，是不是原来是因为我们还不够宽容。