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First of all, I condemn myself for my own foolish and naïve stupidity. Why? Because I already knew that god had forsaken Russia, however somewhere in my heart, I wanted to believe that it was a good deal, and a good deed. Turns out however, that even if the brochures says it's somewhat cheaper, it's far from the truth.

Landing in Russia, I felt uncomfortable and confused because they would all stand there screaming in Russian to me, pointing around with guns and what not. Not to mention that I was just about to use my camera as I see a japanese guy taking a picture and getting dragged away by the staff (who seem to have the same authority as the security office). That's fine however, but when they say that my flight ticket is invalid, and asks me to go through 4 passport controls, you really start wondering if you will get to see sunlight again. I also felt somewhat uncomfortable with the body scan and huge guy with big muscles touching me all over (but I guess that's normal on most airports nowadays).

I find it funny though that you need a visa even if you are only going to transit with a 1-3 hours waiting time (of course I didn't have the visa, and they were all shouting that I should be aware of it next time). The plane was nice, the seats were broken, and the emergency exit door were broken (-2 degrees celsius during the flight with a heavy pressure of air blowing at my feet).. Oh, and the food were swell, it tasted like it were farmed over at Chernobyl. I also found a lot of pleasure to the broadcasts, because they were at least trying to speak english but the only apparent word that actually were correctly pronounced were that "if you break any rule of the Russian federation, you will be transported back to Russia and set in a Russian prison". Ahh, not to mention that all movies were dubbed to Russian with no subtitles. (on the flight back, there wasn't even movies because the electric system were broken). Oh, oh! and the turbulence! constant turbulence from start to finish, both ways.

Actually, come to think of it, the ONLY thing they were good at were the landing, and they were really good at landing (compared to all other flights I've taken over the years)... but that doesn't quite earn them the Nobel Price, really.

So I went to Japan and are to head back to Sweden. Of course, since I went with Aeroflot, I had to pass through Moscow one more time. This time however, my ticket seemed to have magically been converted to "valid", however that my luggage was not to be sent with the airplane due to lack of time - what I find funny is that it was only me and my friends luggage that didn't get on the flight, while everyone else were able to get their luggage from the luggage terminal.

So, I have to wait a day until I actually get my luggage. Inside my luggage I had all of my cloths (except the ones I were wearing), my eeePC, my Camera, my PVC, my iPod Touch, my sake set with a genuine sake flask, a Suntory Blend Whisky, External harddrive with all the pictures and my blog (there were no internet on the hotel), my hygiene wares, and last but not least some very fine Grön Gotlands Snus.

Sorry, went cleaning my cats litter box.

Where were I? Oh yes...

fucking russians... Fucking dumbtwat retard emokid-wannabe cunts with the combined IQ of 2 (and that's generous), with all the personality and sex-appeal of a deer which has been hit by a car, torched, then put into a modern art museum, and charged 15 bucks.

I say we actually attack them with a hydrogen bomb! I swear to god, the entire world would cheer on us, and pay us billions of dollars in charity money. If the government is reading this, I hope you will provide me the required equipment.

What I mean is, they stole everything, except my clothings. I got an empty bag back, and that really really makes me angry. Not to mention all the paper work and phone calls I've had to do to get the insurance covered. I've actually called over 20 involved companies and written 3 forms and I still haven't been able to acquire the right connection for the insurance. I'm beginning to believe that I might never actually get the stuff back (new or old, I don't care, though, over 1000 photos is quite harsh, but at least all the stuff that costs over 10.000SEK would be nice to actually not having to "buy" again with my hard earned cash).

What's more is that the luggage terminal said "well, since they adopted the new system, there hasn't been any theft for over a year, I'm not sure if I should congratulate you or pity you - ha ha ha"... and my banks Visa insurance said "We only cover lost luggage from when you fly out of country, not for when you come back." OK? so the insurance really doesn't benefit anyone but themselves? good insurance.

All in all, I give Aeroflot 5/5 in quality points, for doing such a great job in ruining my vacation.

I hear God saying that light has come.  Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.  Yes, Light has come.  Revelation has come.  And glory has risen upon us.  But there is some hidden glory in places that we never expected.  It's time to listen with open ears, to see with open eyes of the spirit realm, because the natural ears and natural eyes would have never listened or looked upon the places that His glory is NOW arising upon!  Our natural eyes and ears have taken stock and said, no, they don't measure up, they aren't ready, and dismissed the word of the Lord from them.  We've spoken it for years, that He will use even a donkey.  and yes, these are donkey's speaking, but don't think they are the dumb one's that God uses. For the donkey discerned, the donkey heeded the angel from the Lord and dared not move forward when the angel stood in the way.  The man, the prophet, now he was the one who was walking in dumbness.  Blind to the Lord, deaf to the Lord, yelling at the donkey and telling the donkey to stop hindering his plan!  But we have spoken so many times..."even through a donkey God can speak!"  Yes, He can and will speak through His donkeys, for they see Him, they hear Him, they heed His direction and word and they declare what He says! Yes, to be a donkey in the Kingdom right now, how glorious it is!!  Oh, the one's you have called donkeys!!  The one's you have looked upon as those just good for "carrying" the prophets, carrying the "man of the hour", you will hear them speak, you will see them stop when you think they should go, you will see them go when you think they should stop.  You will say left, they will go right, you will say right, they will go left! Because they see Him, and they hear Him!  They may crush your foot against a wall, they may cause your plan to be crushed that you have mapped out, they may lay down and stop carrying you where you have determined to go, because they see the angel of the Lord and because they fear the Lord in His awesome power they refuse to move forward.  And you may be tempted to strike the donkey for disobeying, for not working according to it's use for your plan.  And the donkey says "what have I done to you that you strike me?" because the donkey was not concerned about the man, the donkey was submitting to the Lord, but the man took it personally.  The man saw that what the donkey did was all about him.  To hinder him.  Man sees the donkey as a tool, a resource to carry out his plan, and so takes all that he does personally against him or for him.  And even after hearing the donkey speak, even after the one speaks that you thought shouldn't speak because they are just a donkey, and the word of God comes from their mouth, even then you will not marvel that he spoke, the man still has his eyes on himself.  He says "If I had a sword I would kill you, because you abused me, if I had a sword, I would hold you accountable for your actions!".  It was still all about the man, and the abuse he endured.  And the donkey speaks and says, "am I not your donkey that you have ridden since I first came to you?  Have I been disposed to treat you this way before?  Why are you not believing the best, because Love believes the best!"   and it will take a supernatural manifestation, because of your blind eyes and your deaf ears, for you to see that the donkey did indeed heed the Lord.  The donkey did indeed heed the Lord over the man of the hour.  And because of the donkey, the life of the man is saved.  The angel spoke and said, if the donkey had not turned aside, if you had driven that donkey further, I surely would have killed you and let that donkey live.

Oh to be a donkey in the Kingdom right now.  Lord!  Make me like the donkey!  To see You even when others don't!  To hear you even when others don't!  To obey You even when it means going against earthly authority!  To know to stop when one says go, to know to turn aside when one says go forward, to love so much that I would save a life even at the expense of crushing the very foot of the one who has ridden me for so many years.

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Jüri Ehlvesti "Taevatrepist" aga siin.

Boris Viani "Päevade vahust" hoopistükkis siin.

Praegu loen Bukowskit ("Naised") ja see on minu meelest täielik ajaraiskamine. Tegelikult jõudsin selles selgusele juba 25. lehekülje paiku, kuid nüüd, mil mind lõpust vaid paarkümmend lehekülge lahutavad, on nagu imelik pooleli ka jätta. Pornotsemist võib ka mõtlema panevalt kujutada (vt nt Houellebecq) ja joomisegi kirjeldused võivad kaasakiskuvad olla (vt "Moskva-Petuški"), aga no see... Selge see, et autori eesmärk polnudki lugejas kauneid tundeid tekitada, aga sedasorti dirty realism mind ei paelu.

Plink Plongist järgmisel korral, kuigi kirjutama hakkasin ma sellest juba pühapäeva varahommikul kella nelja ajal.

Thirty-three Years in a Workhouse

John Neal, son of Mrs Neal residing in High Street, Skegness, and who is now dangerously ill, died on Sunday last, at the age of 58 years, in the Spilsby Union Workhouse, in which institution he has spent thirty-three years of his life in consequence of a serious affliction.
The mortal remains of the deceased were taken here and interred in the Skegness Churchyard [St Clement's] yesterday.
Neal, we understand, was the first man who introduced donkeys into Skegness and the first to use them on the sands.
The first donkey he had was a black one and which died about seven years ago at a good age.
It was purchased of the deceased before he went into the workhouse by Mr Parker, of Burgh, in whose possession it remained until the animal's death.

We decided to find out more about John Neal the first donkey man in Skegness.

John was born in Skegness in 1844 to Enos Neal and wife Mary. The parents can be found on the 1841 census with John's elder brother, Henry, living in Great Hale, Lincolnshire. Enos was an agricultural labourer. The family moved to the Parish Houses on High Street, Skegness just before John was born.

The family continued to live at the same house for a long time. But looking at the 1861 census, John, now aged 17, was classed as an 'idiot' (look at the extreme right-hand column of the image below). There was no mention of employment for John.

We are told in the news article that John was institutionalized in 1864 and he appears on the 1871, 1881 and 1891 censuses in Spilsby Union Workhouse. John did not marry.

So, we can draw no evidence from the censuses of John or the family ever operating a donkey on Skegness beach. We shall have to take the word of the Skegness Herald newspaper.

But if John did, and he was the pioneer of the, to this day, ever popular Donkey Rides on Skegness Beach, then maybe he wasn't such an 'idiot' after all!

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Como um grupo mais organizado (e cada vez mais britânico), o Cansei se saiu razoavelmente bem e, mesmo quase esquecendo de seu país nativo, segue no topo da [minha] lista de bandas brasileiras.

Quanto mais escuto às novas composições do CSS, mais me apaixono por elas. E, depois de ouvi-las meia dúzia de vezes, passei a valorizar certas faixas que ainda não haviam chamado a minha atenção. Believe Achieve, por exemplo, passou despercebida nas minhas primeiras ouvidas e, depois de certo tempo, comecei a identificar alguns elementos do antigo CSS nela. Gostei. Give Up é mais uma dessas, é até hoje tenho certa dificuldade em associar ela ao seu nome. Nela, os backing vocals de Adriano tiveram uma química semi-divina com a doce voz de Lovefoxxx (que consegue ser bem mais selvagem quando quer) nos refrões, que são tão cativantes quanto os da faixa de abertura, Jager Yoga. A propósito, de um modo geral, faixas costumam ser boas, mas Jager é fora de série.

Rat Is Dead (Rage) foi a primeira música que chegou à maioria de nós, já que foi disponibilizada oficialmente para download no site da banda. Assim que fiquei sabendo dessa história fui correndo no CSS Hurts e viciei poucas horas depois - mesmo sendo mais pop do que de costume. O curioso é que ela soou muito mais CSS quando ouvi Left Behind, que parece ter exagerado nas influências de pop music.

Let's Reggae All Night, diferentemente das citadas no início desse post, ganhou minha atenção logo em seus primeiros segundos, antes mesmo da raposa do amorrr entrar com sua voz, já que seu baixo tem uma presença mais forte (assim como acontece no reggae) e, como um todo, é bem menos apressada do que sua antecessora, (Rage).

Já Beautiful Song tem uma melodia que parece ter sido feita no auge de uma paixão (Lovefoxxx e Simon?), embora seja cantada de forma ligeira. A voz de Adriano, que aparece mais uma vez no final dessa música, marcou uma presença vocal masculina mais ativa do que no álbum de estréia do Cansei, aquele homônimo.

Na sequência vem How I Became Paranoid, uma música que é especialmente interessante por seu instrumental cativante nos primeiros segundos, que parecem convidá-lo para um ambiente mais wild. Minha expectativa por um pouco de selvageria, como já podia-se prever, foi quebrada - mas não declarei total perda para a música que se revelou uma espécie de Left Behind menos pop e, amo mesmo tempo, algum tipo de Move (uma outra brilhante canção do Donkey) menos moving. Depois de escutar ao CD, repare bem: How I Became Paranoid, Move e I Fly (que também é ótima) modelam uma curta (mas agradável) sequência que começa super pra cima e vai ficando cada vez mais dançante, ao passar dos minutos. Uma combinação perfeita.

Com 11 faixas, Donkey é finalizado com Air Ponter que, mesmo não sendo tão boa quanto Rat Is Dead, I Fly ou Move, faz seu trabalho muito bem.

Ouça o disco completo no MySpace da banda

Autor: Alex Correa

Bom, pra quem já conhece e curte, e pra quem ainda não conhece, mais abaixo tem os links para o Donkei, novo CD das garotas. As músicas são as seguintes:

01 - Jager Yoga
02 - Rat Is Dead (Rage)
03 - Let's Reggae All Night
04 - Give Up
05 - Left Behind
06 - Beautiful Song
07 - How I Became Paranoid
08 - Move
09 - I Fly
10 - Believe Achieve
11 - Air Painter

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This Bastard reporter traveled to Austin, Texas, to get the scoop on the new wind power project to bring much needed electricity to sprawling urban areas.

I met with Patrick Woodson, vice president of E.On Climate & Renewables North America, who had this to say:

“Ya know, folks think ‘bout the Dallas Cowboys and the Texas Longhorns and all the ‘Big Oil’ in these here Southern parts, but, in ‘round 10 ‘er so years, they’ll be stewin’ on the new ‘lectricity this here plan is gonna have for them.  That orta put a bee in their bonnets!”

Not speaking ‘Texan’ myself, I simply tried to follow every other word and piece together a reasonable understanding of what he was saying.

I also wrote down the exact words used in this conversation to let you try as well.

If you are a Texan, it should be especially easy for you.  If you are not, then your guess is as good as mine.

When I asked him what the plan is for this new concept for creating electricity, he gave me this answer:

“Well, ya see young man, we’s gonna take all them Congress folks, Demicrats an Publicans alike, long with all the other big wigs and the no count Presydent hisself, and put ‘em all on top those two hills.

Get the Demicrats and whatnots on one hilltop and the Publicans and their whatnots on the othern.  Then, we gets them to start bickerin’ back an forth at ones nother ’ bout gay marriage or sums such, and they’ll power them big windmills out there.

Ain’t nothin’ more powerful than the wind comin’ out the mouth of the evil bunch from Worshington!  Ain’t no winds blow any harder than what they’s a spewin’!”

When I asked what all this means for the sprawling urban public, he smiled, spit out some of his chewing tobacco, lifted his cowboy hat, scratched his scalp, and turned to look off into the distance for a short while, as he said, “Well….”

After nearly 10 minutes, when he finally turned back to face me, he completed his thought as such:

“I guess it means they’ll be a drawin’ ‘bout somewhere ‘round 18,000 of them there megeewatts.  That’s a gonna light up 4 million ‘er so homes ‘round here, ya know?  I think that’s a good thang, don’t you?  Perty fancy ‘rithmetic, though.  Perty fancy.”

“Shore is,” said Drew Thornley, a policy analyst for the organization, as he sat down next to Mr. Woodson.

“But, ya know what?,” Mr. Thornley continued, “The wind don’t blow an the sun don’t shine all the time!  We’s gonna hafta still make use of natral reserces.  We can’t has perfek weather all the time.  Even in Texas!”

“But we sure got the purtiest bluebonnets ya ever did see,” added Mr. Woodson.

I thanked them both, borrowed a handkerchief from Mr. Woodson to wipe his tobacco spit off my shoe, and made my way to the airport.

All in all, this Bastard reporter is truly amazed that inbred southerners can be creative while mentally incompetent at the same time.

No mesmo dia, o trabalho chega às lojas brasileiras. Em outros países, a SubPop/Warner é a responsável pelo lançamento. De acordo com a Trama, o download poderá ser feito em qualquer lugar no mundo (seria possível restringir o acesso de acordo com a identificação da localização do computador). 

"Donkey" é o primeiro disco feito sem a participação da baixista Ira Trevisan que anunciou sua saída para se dedicar a projetos pessoais. O disco do Cansei de Ser Sexy foi produzido no Brasil por Adriano Cintra e mixado em Los Angeles por Mark "Spike" Stent, conhecido por já ter trabalhado com Madonna, Bjork e U2, entre outros.

Sem referências à cultura pop como no disco de estréia e declaradamente inspirado em rock dos anos 90, "Donkey" vem dividindo a opinião entre fãs e a imprensa, principalmente a britânica.

Atualmente o Cansei de Ser Sexy (que usa agora CSS de forma oficial) está em turnê pela Europa. Ainda vai passar por Estados Unidos e Japão nas próximas semanas.

Fonte: Rádio Agência

CSS (pictured above in a photo by Roberta Ridolfi), the five-piece power-pop band from Brazil that is forging great success on both sides of the Atlantic, have released what is probably their best single yet. The song is called "Left Behind," and it will also be available on CSS's album, Donkey, which is due to be released in America next Tuesday, July 22nd. "Left Behind" can also be heard in the music player on CSS's MySpace page.

"Left Behind" is an excellent, catchy piece of music. It reminds me a great deal of the 1980s band Missing Persons.

To watch the video for "Left Behind" by CSS, click below:

For additional information on CSS, go to:
http://www.csshurts.com
http://www.myspace.com/canseidesersexy

Every night they would go together to the cucumber farms and sumptuously feed on cucumber. At dawn, they would go home after they had their fill. One day, in a happy mood, the donkey told the jackal, “My son, look, how pleasantly serene the night is. It inspires me to sing. Tell me what raaga would you like me to begin with?”

The jackal said, “Uncle, why do you unnecessarily invite a peril? We have come here to stealthily rampage cucumber crop. Pimps and thieves must always observe silence. Haven’t the learned said:

“He who cannot control cough
Or cannot keep sleep at bay
Or cannot resist good food
Should not burgle a house.”

“Your music has no melody. One can hear it like a trumpet from a mile. The watchmen here are asleep. If your music wakes them, they will either impound us or kill us. So, give up that bright idea and let us eat these sweet cucumbers.”

“You stupid child, you live in the wilderness. That’s why you don’t know to enjoy music. It is only the very lucky people who are destined to listen to music sung in moonlight,” said Uddhata.

The jackal replied, “True. But you do not know what is music. You know only to bray loudly. So, please give up your foolish idea.”

The donkey was angry and retorted, “You are an idiot to say that I don’t know music. Sage Bharata was the author of music, which is regarded as the fifth Veda with hundred and eighty-five notational patterns. To Gods, nothing is dearer than music. It is through music that Ravana won favours from Lord Shiva. “

The jackal said, “All right uncle, let me first get out of this farm and keep a watch outside to alert you if anyone comes this way. You can then leisurely sing to your heart’s content.” The jackal then left the scene quietly.

The moment the donkey began singing, one of the watchmen woke up and struck it with a stick till he dropped to the ground. The watchman then brought an old millstone and hung it to the donkey’s neck. The donkey soon recovered from the blows the watchman showered on him and managed to run with the millstone around his neck.

The jackal saw his plight and said, “You haven’t paid heed to my advice. See how you have got a millstone around your neck.”

Moral:
He who has no wits of his own or does not heed advice of friends Perishes.
(This Panchatantra story is from Imprudence)

O álbum, que já corre solto pelos torrents da vida há pelo menos um mês, poderá ser baixado pelo site Álbum Virtual, da Trama, a partir do dia 25 de julho, data em que chega às lojas brasileiras.

Political cotton fabric!

I snatched it up, listed some on Etsy, and my brain is spinning with all of things I can make with it. 

Any suggestions?

clipe do css para "left behind". tem uma história engraçada por trás deste vídeo. a menina que fica dançando no clipe é uma dessas "celebridades do youtube". ela é a autora e protagonista de um vídeo sem-noção chamado "no limit" onde fica fazendo dancinhas bizarras, a lá lovefoxx, ao som de uma música poperô mais bizarra ainda. parece que a banda gostou tanto da coisa que convidou a coitada para protagonizar o clipe de "left behind" (botei "parece" porque não sei se esse clipe é oficial ou não. é oficial). impressionante como a cada dia que passa o css se aprimora no quesito "coisas toscas".

E o CD novo deles, Donkey, vazou ou não? Uns dizem que só uns trechos de músicas, outros garantem que dá pra fazer o download dele inteiro, mas aqui ficamos com uma divertida versão que eles fizeram, nos bastidores do Rock Am Ring deste ano na Alemanha, para um clássico dos anos 90.

Adriano Cintra (alguém lembra dele no Butchers?) introduz a música dizendo que é do Sepultura! Então confira CSS com "Inner Self"? Não! "Arise"? Também não! "Territory"? ih, passou longe!  "Roots"? tsc, tsc! Desisto! Clique na imagem abaixo, e veja o vídeo! Periga eles emplacarem mais um campeão de vizualização no YouTube!!

pelos chifrinhos a sigla CSS não quer dizer Cansei de Ser Satanista!

He acted on his plan and the donkey would go to the wheat farm every evening, have his day’s fill and return to his master’s house in the morning. This went on for sometime. The donkey became so strong and sturdy that it became difficult for the washerman to pull him to the peg and tie him to it.

One day, when he was happily grazing at the wheat farm, the donkey heard the voice of a female donkey and began to respond to it in ecstasy. Then the watchman and others at the farm at once recognised him as a donkey in a tiger skin and killed him.

Moral:
Never betray your origin.
(This Panchatantra story is from Loss of Gains)

“You know my plight. I cannot move out of this place. However, if you manage to lure some animal to come here, I will kill him and both of us can have a good meal,” said the lion.

So, the jackal set out in search of some animal and saw a donkey feeding himself on weeds. The jackal approached him and said, “O my friend, please accept my regards. I have not seen you for a long time. You have become very weak. What is the reason?”

The donkey said in sad tones, “How shall I tell you my suffering? The washerman is tormenting me by placing too much weight on my back. He does not feed me at all. I exist on weeds. That is why my body is weak.”

The jackal said, “If that is the case, why don’t you come with me? I shall show you a place where you can have your heart’s fill of green and fresh grass. We can happily spend our time there.”

“You have given me good news. But there is a problem. We are domestic animals and you are all wild animals. One of them will certainly kill me,” said the donkey whose name was Lambakarna.

Allaying his fears, the jackal said, “O uncle, don’t say like that. This place is in my control. Nobody can enter this area. Just like you are suffering at the hands of the washerman, there are three female donkeys in this area, which are waiting for a suitable husband. They are all young and told me, “If you are really our uncle, go and get a suitable husband for us.” It is on that mission I have come here and seen you.”

The donkey replied, “If that is the case, let’s go now.”

That is why the elders have said,

“If the very thought of a woman
Brings ecstasy to a young man
How thrilled would he be?
If he actually is in her presence.”

In the end, the jackal and the donkey reached the forest and came to the lion. When Lambakarna saw the ailing Karalakesara, the lion, he began running away from him. The lion made a great effort to reach him and strike him with his paw but failed to get the donkey.

Angry at the lion’s failure, Dhoosaraka, the jackal protested, “O my lord, you are useless. If you cannot tackle a foolish donkey, how can you fight an elephant? I have now realised how powerful you are.”

Ashamed, the lion told the jackal quietly, “O my friend, I was not ready for attack. Otherwise, even an elephant cannot escape my strike.”

Satisfied, the jackal said, “All right, let us forget the past. I will bring the donkey here again. You must be ready and strike him this time.”

“But how can Lambakarna forget his experience and come back here again,” asked the lion.

“You leave it to me,” said the jackal and set off to look for the donkey. Lambakarna was there on the bank of a lake feeding on grass.

He came to the jackal and said, “Friend, you have taken me to a nice place. I escaped death by inches. Who is that animal who had nearly killed me?”

“You are mistaken,” said Dhoosaraka, “It is, after all, the female donkey I promised to take you to. She was getting up to come and embrace you. You ran away in scare. She cannot live without you and so was trying to reach out to you. She told me that if you do not marry her, she would commit suicide. So please come and spare me the sin of causing the death of a woman. The God of Love will punish you if you do not heed my word.”

Beguiled, the donkey followed the jackal. The lion was prepared for the attack this time and when the donkey came; he fell on him and killed him instantly. The lion asked the jackal to keep an eye on the donkey’s body and left to take a bath in the river. Unable to resist the temptation of fresh flesh, the jackal snipped off the ears of the donkey and scooped his heart out and made a good meal of them. When the lion returned, he noticed that the ears and heart of the donkey were missing.

The lion angrily asked the jackal to tell him what had happened to the ears and heart of the donkey. Dhoosaraka told him that the donkey had no ears and heart. If he had, he would not have come again. The foolish lion believed every word of the jackal and shared the donkey with him.

Moral:
Idiots invite death knowingly.
(This Panchatantra story is from Loss of Gains)