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El Gabian

One of our new songs just about el Gabian, the text of which was given to us by Maurizio Salvadori, who has also made a comprehensive presentation in the text that I'm here to propose:

Above
lines in the folds of the world becomes myth


In a world of towering cliffs and jagged someone built a character has run.
A 123 years after his death still talk about it, then they did even newspapers. The mountains were
Cimonega "paradise" for Bernardin said Mariano "el Gabian.

Let's face it: today, would not be a positive example.
But when the character becomes a story, it means that its profile is now decanted, and purified by TARE character becomes positive law. I'm glad if
Erri Deluca gave new life to Gabian, we cling like leeches the "Weight of the butterfly," because it does not slide into oblivion the memory of that example discussed cialtroneria cunning.
After all, "el Gabian" can represent for many a worthy alter ego, a fearless determination is the backdrop to a vision of life over the top, one step further, a more
hold on, something that characterizes only those who are able to design new ways.
Bubu Demenech, said scattered among the ledges of Cimonega are still items of Gabian used for hunting chamois, on top of the Piz Sagron, a bronze plaque mentions his name as the first conqueror (with C. T. Tome and Da Col -1877 -).
The memory of the country instead tells businesses, and the task now is to preserve this piece of history that brings with it a certain amount of healthy suggestion.

El flies el Gabian
el vet from afar
el mix the cards, but never know dan

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And exclusively for you loyal to our blog, text and live video of the song , enjoy!

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El flies el Gabian
el vet from afar
el mix the cards, but never know dan

El flies el Gabian
that if buta Pont alt,
the Lège it not fear it
waters tant fred

Taia sti fer
with grit el ghe dis
I finance
here tei heel

El Salto El Gabian
the folds of sass
sgrizól has it not
càier de do bas

"Olon NDA on Piz
so elo el Gabian?"
El bank not de el wily Marian


tomorrow I am ready I am ready tomorrow
me para el paradis


El Gabian!


If Snasa en el camórz
el ghe gives oio
el stuz to the grindstone and go tut
par sti viàz

Semper de race
international fora by a you n'altra
arloio a cadena
el PI time that marks him not

and Vecia spinning
Olta is intriguing if
flies el el el Gabian
flies el Gabian

El flies el Gabian
But he passes do
el dret Giaz him ciavar
camórz el el escape and

I ed him in there pì
ten that state of bëlum de
no firm butt
el vecio Marian


It is the story is true or hoax
de tut en om den toc
that el nos Gabian

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When the rabi and the fenida, under par, toca ritacàr to butàr Djo on Brombo Brombo

And so it happened . For some premises, clubs, discos bars pubs clubs were talking about this event, wondering if it was fact, fiction or imagination. No one knew for sure whether the information available is well founded, or just speculate on assumptions made based on rumors.

Well it happened. Sunday, December 26, Boxing Day, is an important date in the history of Full Brombo, a date which marked the official return of the band on stage. The occasion: the degree of Beard, which our fans to send a special thanks to the enthusiasm that has left us, and for discovering all the secrets of our record. At the Circle, of course, our cradle and playroom, who now has spent even the lavish supply of beer. It 'was a return anonymous, not announced, almost private, but still managed to stir a valley of music. Full Brombo

I pick up where they left, the little things and the usual outstanding problemucci again, beginning with "Zebo Voit," as it was then, but filled, closed and ristappata, or even saber, so that we can not more closed, with a new spirit of challenge, the desire to create and propose, and to make known to as many people as possible, a world, a language, a culture like our small yet rich, full of charm and history, a realm full of our own that nobody else sees it but we are not able to find elsewhere, charging us and our passions, Do not forget to throw in one eye, beyond the physical boundaries, orographic, politicians and individuals. Beyond our valleys and our plans, always looking for something new.

In this context we have succeeded, with great expenditure of energy due to the tyrannical shortness of time to prepare, arrange and propose some new pieces, some of which are much appreciated. Among these, I have a favorable opportunity to mention the song on Gabian, to whom I will speak later in a dedicated post, and for which we express our immense gratitude to Maurizio Salvadori for giving us a lovely text on which we then developed the music with our unique style.

Finally, some community service: It will soon be extrapolated to some songs from the movie of the concert in Sagron and will be posted on youtube, so keep an eye on our channel in the coming days. It should be thanked immensely for having attended and the merry gang Primiero for organizing this special event call anyone had some good pictures to send to e-mails will be posted on the site and made available in this way across the globe.

A greeting and a hug to all the fans, and a self-best wishes to all of us back home Brombo. Remember that time the beer is finished. It 'time again Brombo, Full Brombo.

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At like Putin and Berlusconi whores (I do not believe in that order)

It seems you've been doing a laugh. While heads of state from all over the world succumb under the huge hole in their private correspondence triggered by Wikileaks, Silvio Berlusconi, made a laugh. And this is not fake happiness (except for his smile, so enduring, so inadequate) or simulation of security. The Italian prime minister has every reason to enjoy a day of peace, forgetting for a moment to spare the majority, whose crisis evolves from day to day. In fact, it is true that pain shared is a joy, it is even more true that the joy is doubled when the pain is common for others.

clear: the revelations of the group Julian Assange Berlusconi on the Italian government and remain of a severity unprecedented for a country of G20: "wild parties" of a sexual nature until late at night (much to sfiancare too late by Mr. Berlusconi, it is stated in the documents) and obscure relations with Putin and Russia, based on affectionate and business meetings more or less shady, with the Italy-US axis that slowly falls apart, dragging more and more beautiful country to the east of the former Iron Curtain.

chilling scenario, of course, to which the Italians are, however, prepared for many months. A sort of reflection of perverse and reverse the contrary, the "vaccine" which, according to Indro Montanelli Italians have developed after Berlusconi. In the mind of the great journalist, the vaccine would protect Italy from a new government made in B, but it seems that is making it unable to react. It happens often, nell'epidemologia: indeed every part of the vaccine contains viruses that would kill.

In fact, as the leak of Wikileaks made in, or "the September 11 diplomacy" with the words of Minister Frattini, has shattered the West becoming a very special event-watershed, Italy seems to have heard everything. Everything that transpires from the files is yet another confirmation of customs "lively" and "savages" of the tycoon-statesman, the man who combines barzelette, prostitutes and business now in the sunshine, only to brag about in public. Nothing new and striking, capable of ending for a career or a government.

And even the foreign countries can intervene to "disturb" the shunter Italy as in other cases because other governments are just the real targets and victims of cablegate . Too busy in their own home front (and external, with regard only relations with the United States), it will leave the border patriotic and B. can relax. The only exception is the question of the relationship with Russia, and serious international element that has already influenced by the U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

All in all it's gone well. The Italian people, the figure of the monstrous and the so-called Italian Medium (IM), the envy too shocked to for things that would willingly instead of Premier. It is the mechanism of projection, which ensures that when Berlusconi was "caught" in flagrante, the average Italian feel sorry for him: indeed it is as if they were to be in trouble themselves. The version of themselves which, in the IM, has done it.

Berlusconi laughs rains in the wet, and then laughs. From tomorrow can start thinking about Fini and all the tricksters in chorus. But not tonight, you can celebrate. To find out how he does, we must wait for the next Wikileaks.

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Emilio Fede makes me laugh

common opinion, that the alleged comedy of TG4 Emilio Fede, which portrays itself as well blatantly biased as to be not credible and, sometimes, "cute". Perhaps there are thousands of young men and women, fumatissimi, watching the TG4 impressed with the stupid smile on his face. And this bad habit (the watch that program, not the smoke - on the contrary, I hope good) is not helpful information in general and the perception of reality.
The fact that Faith spray servility from every pore of dirty grease paint on their backs and that his is now Guinness is no guarantee of its credibility. Looking at the data of listening to the news generalists, is known as the TG4 is one of the least viewed, together with that of RAI-3 (a network that barely covers 70% of national territory) and La7, recently revived by Mentana. But in the minority, Faith speaks daily to millions of people. They are "few" million, certainly when compared to figures of TG5 or Minzulpop, but are always fucking million.

million people.
Che.
Every day.
are informed by Faith or one of its offshoots body.
between a soap opera and another.
preparing the sauce for his grandchildren.
And fearing a Bolshevik revolution.

fediano The target of the paper is composed of: older women who do not change channels because they are unwilling; housewives casually captain for 4 and listen to the news, the old smoked as we already mentioned, Berlusconi brutal, very brutal, who truly believe that this is a Tg of Faith.

We always talk of housewives Voghera, this monster half housewife Cangurotto half, and its significant political weight. Emilio Fede speaks to this show every damn day, polish the brain slowly, like water with river pebbles. And every day Emilio Fede it fires a larger, more violent. Yesterday, for example, has given the "red" students in the struggle for their rights and future advised the police to crush them ( too late, already done ).

for this faith is neither cute nor harmless. If it were, it would not be there.
Indeed, it is dangerous and violent.
Nothing to laugh, in fact. Be Careful.

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The list of values \u200b\u200bfrom bunker to bunker Gabibbo

Hey, you remember Downloadable , magazine molestissima? Now it was a new fucking site where you can find many, many wonderful satirical sponsored by the illustrious Martufello. Recatevici.

(After the list of values \u200b\u200bof left and right to read "Come away with me", "Land" is happy to present this unprecedented values \u200b\u200bof another creed and political philosophy. For the sake of a level playing field.)

Gabibbo We love Italy and defend the punches in the face for giving Besugo they do mess with us. For us Gabibbo every Italian citizen has equal dignity and is free to the public on TV, as long as his hands fly when you light the word "applause." We Gabibbo we like her pussy and we always go around with a blonde and a brunette, to prove to everybody. We do not like the abuse of power: when they spotted one, we run it on the spot and we take everything. If it succeeds, we interview the wrongdoer. During these interviews, we Gabibbo move up and down his head to pretend to have a brain.

No one cares to know who is inside us, who moves us. It may be a dwarf or Bin Laden. The important thing is to have a funny voice and split the face of Besugo. When a

Gabibbo looks a worker, who asked him to do is to work, since it is much easier to be moved by someone wearing your skin. Besugo! When a Gabibbo see men go to war, blame them, because he knows that all conflicts can be a healthy "Beland." Or at least sending a text message to "SOS Gabibbo" - and now we go, for example, in Afghanistan.

And Gabibbo recognize that the environment is really Our house, that the Earth must be loved and respected. With new and clean technologies, renewable energy. Giving up the car, as it makes 100% Brumotti. In conclusion, every Gabibbo working for a better future, a future where Capitan Ventosa directs the DIA and Stefania Petix is \u200b\u200bforced to swallow his dachshund.

all, a good Gabibbo it beats the shit of all, because he knows that at the end of the day, is thrown in a closet and beautiful there. Until next Besugo, of course.

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Among the many things said by Saviano last, hotly contested, bet of Come away with me , there is the issue of the bunkers of criminals. Its true nonplaces ("These burrows, this unhappiness that architectural structure" as defined them as the author of Gomorra ) where the mafia expresses its leadership. Missing out on the physical presence of becoming ghosts, the invisible, without losing ability to influence and domination. Indeed, gaining in mystery and - in the eyes of the clan members - charm.

Net of the controversy over the League and the 'Ndrangheta that has dominated the post-show (as if the entire monologue was a accusations against Saviano Bossi and his - nothing further from the truth, since the Northern League is named only once), Roberto Saviano hear his description of the bunker, showing images and videos on unreleased to the public mainstream, I was very impressed. While passing the background images of the lairs of Platì of bunker built in the open country by exploiting an unexpected dry-stone wall, it seemed that the news would join the personal experience of those who for years has been forced to live in a bunker for different reasons and the opposite of that of the clan leaders.

The result was a very emotional story, with a strong moral content .

I've always wondered: how does a boss to live ten years, fifteen years with the regime of hard labor, the 41a. How does it do? How is it possible? Then I remember that before being arrested and end up in prison at hard labor, they are put in jail for only ten years earlier. In the bunker. These holes, this unhappiness that is almost architectural structure made of a waiver of a power only a headed pass.

Between the lines, one sees a strong emotional talking about bunker, people "forced" to renounce "in the light of the sun" to pursue their own sinister interests, is a young journalist who in turn is forced into the same , inhuman condition. The difference (abysmal) is in the grounds of deprivation: Roberto Saviano has been sentenced to death by the clan of the Camorra Casalesi from bosses that are probably locked in a bunker, to preserve their power by mob violence of the clash.

When you hide in this way you are willing just to maintain its market power to waive proipria existence, its soul. (...) People who have already ceased to live for thirty years, in the bunker

This part of the monologue Saviano is extraordinary for the human component to the characterization. It is not just news, information based on judicial and journalistic investigations: there is a vital additive in his words. Saviano, speaking of the bunker of criminals, he touched the ball staff. For him, the bunker is actually from 2008. Of course, it is not communicating with passages from pizza ovens, or dens of mice such as those shown during the broadcast, but the condition is similar. "I've always wondered: how does a boss to live ten years, fifteen years with the regime of hard labor, the 41a. How does it do? How possible? "

The subtext of the question seems to be:

like you spontaneously decide to give up life in the light of the sun, to lock yourself in a narrowly prison of loneliness?

a question heavy, it becomes even more weight if it is to lift a man to that condition is so constrained, but not his will . Saviano knows the bunker, known as its enormous restrictions may caged existence and will do anything to not having to live anymore. riassaggiare to life as it was before.

But it can not, he is not allowed . And the ban is that bunker by men who choose it and embrace it as a "culmination" of a career, "light" in the mafia.

There is no freedom if there is mafia : we know this all along. But since Monday we have a new trial.

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Ode to Maurizio Milani

A piece dedicated to a great summer.

Maurizio Milani lives in a parallel world. Visiting is a privilege only for those who are foolish, it always ends to bind to the Po valley and the fog that leaguers breathing. From his country of origin - Codogno, where he is an honorary citizen - sometimes opens the door for those who want a ride in a land full of festivals Unit (rip), and some frisky bulls Giuliano Rana inexplicably passing. After his last literary effort, I registered under investigation (Rizzoli, 2010) there are those who shouted the genius, and wrong. Milani, is simply a writer . A real writer, with large and complete sets of the unthinkable, a logic that in a world like ours scatafascio reveals iron, bombproof, and a unique language that makes the flat rejection of schizophrenia and actually its strength.

Until two years ago you could see it every week Che tempo che fa while trying to drive the caravel of Fazio seas towards more open, free. Mari where the craft of latrinaio, for example, assumed a heroic. Or where dogs weighing is a procedure noble, like an ancient tradition of preparing the crib at Christmas. Not any more: too strong, almost pornographic to a public used to 'comic power to probe by Gino & Michel e.

The question at this point, there is only one: its cancellation was a sin or animal Milani is a comedy that shines only niches, protected by a public that even the slightest attention to devote illuminated poster "APPLAUSE"? Just got out the video of his past stand-up comedian from ( Youtube it is sufficiently supplied ) to note that every "piece" is a window into his world . A damn real world, bucolic and wild, that risks of pollution in contact with first time. Say it might seem like surrender to the "system " but maybe it's better that it happened like this: Milani who returns to his small garden grow, to hell and retailers. Attempts to make an audience laugh mainstream him were slowly fading.

Moreover, they know that privacy of Zamorano ? Or the fact that women want love thistles? Have they ever weighed dogs, random, wandering the streets? I think not, and frankly do not know what they're missing.

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Webarmaggedon: and if nothing happened? Cyber \u200b\u200b

ll web, as we know, existed for about fifteen years, a pittance when you consider what has already changed our lives. Since 2001, instead of talking about Internet 2.0, the new Information Age , where the user becomes prosumer , or both producer and consumer of data and information. The frenzy that accompanies the development of the network causes, besides a rapid progress and confused, even some apocalyptic paranoia that primarily affects geek , lovers of new technology.

apocalypse daily. This sense of imminent catastrophe houses the web has always pushing it to innovate and to destroy not be destroyed. You then drive a positive and constructive, but has a minor side effects, a perceived insecurity, caused by the rumors about how one day everything will become obsolete and disappear.

Some examples: only in recent weeks, experts have performed a web high number De Profundis . He started Wired USA predicting the imminent death of the web , meant just as www, the network where you sail from the mid nineties, and announcing the birth of a new vision of the Web, dominated by the app and other technologies developed with the boom of mobile .

Then came a TechCrunch , announcing that the possible birth of a client by e-mail Facebook weblog (and the infamous mysterious Titan Project ) has already nicknamed "Killer Gmail" , a prelude to a near death and rebirth of the e-mail as we know it for years.

Finally, a few days ago, also said the U.S. has decreed megasite the end of the phone calls, go over and wiped out by competition from new media and text messages from friendly fire.

Vultures 2.0 Sure, it's worth pointing out that TechCrunch is a kind of Bible of the technology and the Wired article , less the tone of Armageddon, contains interesting reflections, and therefore should be taken into consideration. But there is a risk that their continuous circling of vultures around carcasses of the Web (suspected or real), then generate a slight disappointment and anger. When, perhaps in a few years, we will continue to call, use Gmail and type the www, some might remember the oracles past and ask, "hey, but in the end nothing happened?", Feeling slightly taken for a ride.

Time will tell. Meanwhile, we try to keep calm and concentrate on the real and near apocalypse.

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"Cantemir Like This?" "Canto sings"

Today is the eleventh day of the eleventh month. Maybe someone means to take years for someone to remember an event, a wedding, an engagement, the death of a loved one or the dentist appointment. For most people this day means little or nothing.
for our community but today is a day of the most important festivals of the year after (or at least was). The holy day of St. Martin, and this has nothing to do with the famous tourist destination, but St. Martin, November 11, fits more with a fairly unusual occurrence abandoned only a few years ago, and came back unexpectedly popular (though in a little differently) this year.

In our countries, and Mis Sagron, as well as the nearby villages of Gosaldo (I admit to ignore such custom if it goes further or otherwise) on this day, children and young people aged 6-7 to 13 years (usually the deadline is the eighth grade) are grouped in the early afternoon, just after a quick lunch home, and they walk home after home, after bell bell, in anticipation of their intentions with the phrase "Cantemir like?" then sing a few verses of the traditional song of San Martino and received by listeners in return a small sum of money (more or less until the 70 the fee was often in fruit or other food). After singing for the whole country and beyond (depending on the area of \u200b\u200bcompetence), the children are evenly split the proceeds, which will then be used for a dinner with friends. In essence, this was and still is, the tradition of 'Ndar San Martin to sing. "

This custom has always been particularly strong, almost obvious, and it was almost inconceivable that the only step beyond this would be completely unknown. Comrades "SOC" medium of which they knew nothing, it was virtually impossible even to explain the operation of a public holiday so obvious to us, and maybe after some vain attempt to approach, such as "sieo 'NDATA rest of you San Martin to sing?" "What that elo?", We enjoyed peace between us in the sweaty "Minella.

In San Martino, among other things, exacerbate existing bell towers in our area, and if older kids come round to Mis to cross the nearby Gosaldino (starting from the lower villages to return from Canton) and vice versa, between the boys and Sagron Mis has always been a tacit law that prohibits one to invade the territory of the other (this is probably more for timing issues, go from one to another country involves at least half an hour without homes which knock). This time has also led to the distinctions between songs and Mis Sagron, both textual and in terms of vocal tone. Among the various verses of the song exist of different types: classical (SM ... in Hungary, and the MS 'NDATA the streets ..., MS verses in palugo ...), thank you (with your legs ... we're leaving from sing while you walk along new paths), and the verse to be used in cases (rare, thankfully) in which the inhabitants which is proposed to be cheered by a small choir ignore the arrival of guests, or do not return their bid , and is the famous St. Martin Stofa Caoria from the red ... Getting to sing it amounts to a test of courage, such is the fear of a violent reaction from the addressees.

Unfortunately depopulation and (in my opinion) with the closure of schools for some years now the eleventh November is no child came to visit and cheer up the people with their singing, but this year a small group of mixed Mis Gosaldo and went on to say hello, paying tribute to "Paronzini" with nursery rhymes in prose sections Songs from the usual occasions. Never mind, the shape is changing, the tradition remains important.

I leave you with two small gifts:

1) the enlarged photo is a relic of the old verses to sing, to be honest I do lack, but the only one I could find flipping between primal cards, if any I remember other post them in the comments, I start with one that I remember right now

San Martino palugo
the pants in the co de veludo
fatty meat makes good soup
par the rest of us Cantarina

Viva Viva San Martin!

2) also will post a song that we recorded some time ago, the verse is that "la Caoria red", and although the form is imperfect (when they sing "Caoria the red" do not have to sing Viva Viva San Martin at the end) can give an idea of \u200b\u200bhow it was sung and also differences in intonation between the singers and those of Sagron Mis.

So I salute you ... I could not do it any other way than with a verse of thanks:

With We're leaving the legs and heart

to thank you for another year's season
welcomes Paronzini

VIVA VIVA SAN MARTIN!

ps: The other picture is also almost vintage, has little to do with St. Martin, but everyone here (at the time the first exit) paid tribute to "Paronzini" singing from house to house along both countries, and believe me, I chose the best photo!

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I'd nun checazzo.

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Saviano, the "pope alien" and mustache Luca Telese

We live in a unique country, where a person does not have time to reach a high professional level that is now sung by the sirens of heroism. Italians do not seek political or administrators capable of everything but the Mandrake and now: the problems are many and urgent, the rational solutions to long disdained. It prefers to wait for the passage of Providence Man of the moment (real or otherwise) for download on that rock of collective responsibility normally and feel light, out of action. An easy process, no doubt about it, but not very fruitful - to understand this, look around.

This also affects the mass heroism of Roberto Saviano, a writer and journalist who Gomorrah for his life in danger, threatened by Casale. In another country, would be an intellectual heard, respected and feared, in the beautiful country did not. Or rather, not alone. Beyond the criticism of the Journal and Free (which we have already mentioned here), the scandal is that more and more people are waiting and hoping his political commitment.

"Candidates", "Change this country!" the pleading, already feeling lighter and external to the problem. This discussion is schizophrenic

also landed today in the pages of the newspaper Done , where, two days after the program's success Come away with me writer Campania and Fabio Fazio, Sandra Amurri Telese and Luke have their say on its potential future. The first, hoping transformation from political writer, the second rejecting and criticizing some aspects of the transmission. The duel has the ridiculous sublime: not just for whiskers of Telese, but what the problem is completely misrepresented. The fallacy is all in wanting to instill in Saviano's aura as a politician, how does The Amurri, who proposed the duo Vendola-Saviano Berlusconi to win, or how does Barbareschi, always Done today ("his populism is the same, mirror image, that of Berlusconi").

And never in all this, has asked the opinion of the person concerned, Saviano. Would take a question: "Do you want to nominate?", Followed by the predictable response: "No, thank you." But that reasoning, in a country more and more like a sports bar with 60 million customers mumbling, is not tolerated. The opinion of the mass, far more serious of the notorious indifference, controls TV and print, creating unreal worlds and legitimize it journalistically. In a short time, the virtual reality of Saviano-maybe-turned-politician is substituted for the original, now forgotten and boring. That a person is limited to say his opinion successfully, there is no wall between the Italic. If you go into, you become part of - "otherwise we're to do '?".

Amurri and the juice of thought, for example, that talking about the ticket-Vendola Saviano, is moved a little:

Although their stories are very different, have much in common. Especially those capabilities, "narrative" of stirring the conscience by the power of words. (...) Two sides of a coin minted to win again the future. It's so crazy dream?

No, Sandra, is just crazy to think so. Vendola is a politician, a writer Saviano. What good is it then, committed and valuable, so much the better for his career and his life (which we hope other hard hundred years, in spite of the Camorra).

is what we have fallen down: the perennial search for Human Right, the "pope alien" who comes to town and brings joy and candy to everyone, not unlike the doc Berlusconi's speech: "Silvio I like it because it is not a politician is a man of action. " The fact that the policy can feed itself, churning out political credible and honest, in Italy it is pure fiction, for several reasons: the bad habit of the First Republic and its depredations; laws ad personam, the mess-ups and cracks in the so-called Second Republic, and especially the terrible syndrome Roman taxi driver. The disease

(STR) is named after the gay capital of taxi drivers, always so sure of their views and so close by Total Political Thought. The speech of the patient type of STR begins with statements: "I think it would be enough just to put things on purpose", followed, depending on the political, plans to build new camps or pink ruled by the Soviets volemmosebene . Our

Peninsula is sick of false hopes, too far from the real policy that is realistic and programs. The real revolution would send to hell the search for the pope foreigners "(sorry, Ezio Mauro) and enhance the good" local bishops "who dwell in secret, many parties. But it is rational thought, down to earth: to masturbate you would like to continue waiting for the coming of the Messiah, or better yet, elect one every twenty years, and then apply it to any pole, turning the supersonic gabbana?

"Happy the people who did not need heroes," Bertolt Brecht said, unintentionally summing up the history of Italy in nine, fucking, word. Italy does not only grind a false hero after another, but when it finds one, soon brought him into trouble, giving them absurd charges. It happened with the author of Gomorra with Falcone (as explained by Saviano himself), is often the case with Marco Travaglio (whose only "wrong" is to be a journalist), with Di Pietro (who discovered the mice of the First Republic), Beppe Grillo, and so on. It will happen again, perhaps with Marco Charter or the puppet Uan.

The idea that a good professional can continue to do its job until you fucking want, continuing to exercise his mind, seems to pass. If Jesus returned to Earth and wanted to preach in the Italy of 2000, would have to go to the notary in order to found his own party, otherwise nobody would listen. And we are sure, would prefer to return to the Christ on the cross.

So, just to make us a well-deserved contempt.

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I live in Veneto, where it rains every autumn in a brutal manner. If we had wine and spritz, post Scandinavian suicide rates.
This year the rains have flooded entire villages turning us into a peripheral province of Bangladesh, only with more gondolas.
The Venetians, however, seem not to understand. Acclaimed
Zaia and his crusade to taxes, perhaps Galan regret that "things worked when he was there." Yet the numbers are ruthless, tell a really fierce. Act Without that since 1950, the urbanized area of \u200b\u200bthe region increased by 324%

Yes, you read that right: 324%.

same period the population grew, of course, but by 32%.

the asphalt is not to get along with the rain, is the cement to make a crumbly and fragile marshland like ours. These rains are nothing exceptional, certainly we're not talking about the fucking flood.
Yet the Venetians do not understand.

we all come together under water, and remember how beautiful square was our warehouse.

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There were perhaps forgotten the Full Brombo?
Well, if that was unfortunately happened, I think the effort of tenerveli fixed within your crap and deep into your heart has fallen short of expectations due to the online publication of the disk. Certainly an important novelty, if not in material form, which guarantees to everyone who has a desire to get hold of our album for free (and in a totally legal, it is not a trivial matter).
Well, in those circumstances, shortly on the blog will be another innovation, another little help for those who want to approach our music and our world, but do not want to anticipate anything before the final implementation, especially to keep a bit 'on edge and make you come back every so often on this blog.

Sot de međodì to broad daylight (of course now the weather sucks and the sun does not want to know to be noticed) I wanted to spare a thought for our friends Ronco, or rather, de Ronc, with which our Pro Loco has recently twinned.
Ronco, is a country that has all the features imaginable for not having any reason to exist and to be able to boast of a certain demographic:
apart from the usual old story of the place loser, ass in the world and so on. now that we realized it does not matter much then (Who is who decides where your ass is where the heart of the world? under what parameters?) Ronco is located entirely on the banks, but not of normal banks, the banks very steep , so that a popular rumor says that the old Ronco pitas should bring a bag on your ass, otherwise all the eggs would go down in the valley, and the many efforts of the poor to feed chickens to breed and their owners would be hopelessly futile. And this is the first bad luck, say orographic, physics, in which the "pendulum" but have learned to live in harmony.

The second type of bad luck is purely political, and refers to another local legend, perhaps the best known, briefly, more or less remote in time, there were to be set up along the municipal boundaries that Brocon Canal San Bovo colleague Castle Tesino. The agreement in principle was based on the simultaneous departure from the square of Ronco a group of inhabitants of both common arrival to the country of origin, the turning point and back. At the point where the two groups would meet, would draw the boundaries between one or the other municipality. I "Castelaz" obviously, to go to return to the country had a much longer road, and the grooves, in the conviction of having a time to far greater during the trip they stopped at a tavern playing cards, and this time the residents of Castle came up to Cainer, thus removing the last of the administration of Vanoi Colmei de Ronchi, still responds to the town of Castle Tesino. Ronco presents then split into two towns, separated by what is called the Partido de Val. The third bad luck

refers to human and natural disasters, which in Ronco has significantly affected two of the three most important buildings in the country, the only one of which was never to be discussed is the church. To find the more troubled we go down to the valley for find the bridge that crosses the compartment by Canal San Bovo to Ronco, look good, because what I'm talking about no longer exists. Undoubtedly one of the most fascinating buildings and the entire valley Vanoi Primiero, was killed during the First World War, only to be rebuilt as such about the year (if not mistaken) winds. Floridi were the years where the beautiful stone bridge connects the "pendulum" to the valley until the river during the flood if devoured by digging from the bottom, dragging with it the farmer who was going through, and going back to those banks, put an end to what had in effect become the industrial center of Ronco, to Cainer, with two mills and a sawmill. These stories

goliardic deliberately, perhaps spoiled and perhaps exaggerated make me come to the conclusion that among all the difficulties and hardships, Ronco is still there and still lives, every problem has reacted and above again, and I ask if this metaphor may indicate something else, can be restricted and implemented, perhaps re-reading the first line of this post.

ps: Do not take the "pendulum" to the nonsense written here above, is only to clarify the result of an initial impact surface of the place and a summary knowledge of the events.

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Everything back. There is something morbid that holds the ranks of these mid-term elections in America. Let's start from the recent past, the triumph of Obama for president in 2008. That historic victory has gone down in history for various reasons (the post-Bush & Cheney, the redemption of the liberal and so on.) But also for the skin color of the Elect. Brown, like that of black slaves of yesterday never far enough, like that of Martin Luther King and his dream, like that of Valentino.
The victorious Obama But he saw his consent crumble in two years in the grip of crisis and reform of the much disputed.

The symbol of the anti-dissent, Barack? Sarah Palin from Alaska, a handsome woman with a few ideas but with the charm of women in middle age who disdain the sybian. A milf, if we wanted to tag them in porn that is our life. Studying the data Google Analytics, you notice how the tag black dominate the Web two years ago, a prelude to the victory of Obama. In recent months, however, we witnessed the resurgence of tag milf, cross and delight of every geek with sweaty hands.

Everything comes back, or, to quote the Scriptures, everything is already written . To Bureau of 2012, forget Glenn Beck, MSNBC and the group of pollsters with coins. Sift the web, phone calls to that friend wanker middle school, ask him some tips, browse the sexual perversions of the citizens. You will know the winner before Drudge Report - and you'll know what's true.

A Prophecy for 2012? Will greatly midjet tag. Too bad that Gary Coleman has left us.

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Greetings to all fans of the now former Full Brombo!
If someone still happen to pass on this blog, and I hope it happens to someone, I have good news. That is: a story of little interest but still nice for those who have already bought our album and put him in a remote corner of his home leaving him to get acquainted with the powder, a good news for those who have already bought but unfortunately so fascinated by the sounds of this powerful and visionary rock mountain has worn out, stolen and raped by force of plays, a good news for those who do not has never been in possession and has not yet managed to get it, or for those who have never spared much of this project.

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I announce that John Cabernet Targato Gorizia is available to listen and download absolutely free music portal on Jamendo, a really interesting site that I recommend to all music lovers. We want to thank you for the affection and support that you, our fans, you have never failed, I greet you back with this album link.

Stay Brombo!

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In the sixties, young people listened to rock music and dipped their language nell'LSD to get high and get away from the real world. Never young sixties were stupid, awfully stupid. No drug can indeed overcome the imbalance that leads to the logical follow the political debate over the war in Afghanistan. In fact, every time a soldier dies in that land so swollen opium war mantra bloom here in Italy, that immediately bounce to newspapers and television, often leading to unpleasant incidents such as the dreaded "editorial Adriano Sofri" kind of leech Paraculo can not say anything - but with great charm .

Well, these days the left (played humorously by the Democratic Party) has, in order: the idea of \u200b\u200bequipping gloat air bombs, missiles and other trinkets from traditional peacekeeping mission (Fassino), and deserted the manifestation of the FIOM in Rome.

Meanwhile, labyrinthine, the League has asked what do I need to stay in Afghanistan and is inexplicably adored by the workers. It is here that come into play lysergic drugs, including the first: listen to the League's stand against war and hallucinatory hallucinogen, like visiting a parallel universe to our alternative. Places where Stairway to heaven resonates from the disks of Drupa, Sasha Grey is the pope as the Big I, and Calderoli pacifiscmo approaches.

risk, attention is still huge: there are no studies on the effects long term these discussions. It seems that a young pacifist Varese, is no longer released from the last trip and wander the countryside falsifying votes for Cota.

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Cultural processes

make me laugh at those who do not want to celebrate Halloween here in Italy "because it does not belong to our culture." And the bukkake, then?

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live in discomfort, and are certainly not the only one, this phase of the bipolar beast. I live in discomfort reduction of political struggle and sex orgy sung, but the irresponsibility of those who offer excuses generous, confusing roles on both sides of public and private facts. The garbage grows and covers the reality.

Marcello Veneziani has clear ideas: the sequel to the Vagina gate-Berlusconi is not only the bag of flour Knight and his hormones as big as Mangano. No, here is the system not to go. Damn bipolarity, whose "being beastly" (right next to the anal, I guess) mysteriously goes the angel of Arcore bugger to many women who are prostitutes, nuns, Mother Superior or North Korean agents, when in fact it would simply remain a virgin, full only love of his people.

What's commentary today on the Venetians Journal was something inhuman, I had inferred from the title ("Better the ogre of his captors), formuletta a magical fairy-tale tradition of millennia down and lets you know that:

• Red Riding Hood, dopottutto was a slut;
• the Big Bad Wolf is a good businessman and lover of beautiful life
• the Granny doped up to crack a nymphomaniac.

But the content is even better. Marcellino, when he plays to make the intellectual, is serious and let the polemic the books in the air, where molds editorial fans typing nell'iperuranio:

Factory manure works continuously, sometimes producing artificial fertilizer, sometimes does pay ten times as much the manure that the circus of power supplies.

In this poetic metaphor full of manure is the motto of Via Negri: inspected the shit, you can not find anything, eat it.
few jokes, however: our Venice is exhausted, disillusioned. Having autoconvito that the problem is the media that speak of the scandal, not who we wallow in the scandal, our man wanders confused, forgetting the worst.

I'm thinking seriously, although I live in what I write, I retire and no longer take care of these things. (...) The fury is fierce and poisonous, and is perhaps the only reason leading to the end to prefer the ogre of his prison guards, but I'm tired of talking about it, I will no longer discuss hoes, robes and policemen.

"Prefer the ogre of his prison guards?" We are talking about or Avetrana Grazioli Bordello? And then, dear Venetians, no longer wish to discuss "socket, robes, and policemen," you should get away from a party led by a multi-pimp investigated first.
vaulting in the air for a folder or a little more, Marcello Veneziani can not tangere the heart of the matter (sex scandal) to focus on the morbidity of the media (too cautious in this case, if compared with what the Americans did Clinton for fellatio) e - ca va sans dire - the "court" Marco Travaglio and his court media Annozero .

to no need to explain that B. with or without prostitutes would Annozero , Santoro, Labor and Venetians.
But the disappointment is too great, our intellectual no longer tolerate the invective and sbraca last:

If this is democracy, I hate democracy, if that is the freedom of information, I am ashamed of and freedom of information.

Bravo Marcello, the most important step is being able to admit it.

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Sarx88 or the National Socialist doctrine? Doubts

The crisis of the left has long roots and knotted, which generate very enjoyable plots underground Natta-like profile. The best intellectual and social scientists have questioned the reason for this populist drift followed by a mysterious allergy to the welfare state.
The world is changing, we are at the entrance to a contortion politicoculturaleclimatico & media, then it is accepted that even the left (whose ideological base lodge in the nineteenth century) is distraught and suffering from the pressing of the evergreen populism vulgar - equal to itself since the days of Cleopatra .

analysis and discrete solid enough, But that does not stand the impact of a new and unexpected variable, Sarx88.

Who is this? A would-be cartoonist who rambles on Dagospia and excels on the last page of the Fact Daily, alternating with another of his bright mind, theHand. That this barbarous

of Photoshop, whose lack of sense of aesthetics, style and humor covers the province of Viterbo, make someone smile-obsession is a thought that disturbs me the nights as that of a Maurizio Costanzo in the mood for fisting. I remember his debut on Dagospia, when paraculissimo, designed ad hoc Vignacce on topics from the site, only to produce material machine is completely unnatural. Designed to be back, our self-appointed artist that succeed in a photoshopped Sandro Bondi zebra dress into a house inhabited by nomadic fond of cheese, if the newspaper were to publish a service to turn up as the Italian minister of culture is an anthropological mug funny.

But the worst is yet to come: how many members of the people they value and appreciate the Viola? Those boys of No B. Day did not have to be the new lever, the sun of the Made in Micromega (at least the dreams of Flores)? But how do you trust people laughing so bad? There can be no progress if your laugh is sick. The mere fact that Sarx88 interview with Lino Giustazzi, has boasted of being one of the people Viola would have to alert the organizers, who, zealous, would be to stretch a cold press Costetti:

"have nothing to do with Sarx88 as the beautiful and the best hope. If we wanted sarx might as well dye your soul with the colors dell'Uduer. "

must resist the banal and sarx reporters that lengthening these disconcerting, otherwise the epidemic dilagherà. And dilagherà yet. And I do not want to live in a future where sarx designs the covers of the New Yorker.

PENSACIX.

PS if a sticker on porcellum Calderoli you laugh because it is a pig in a heavy make-up, are the devil. And no, no country will improve anyone's world in any way, in fact, guess what, 'you will be complicit. Why? Why comedy is a serious thing, when you laugh for Martufello, you deserve that global warming not take it with your colon, forever.

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The logic of iron-Berlusconi League, or If Aristotle were here, would like an aspirin

Evidence number one. There's this friend of mine who hates southerners and is all happy because the trash is back. Moreover, he says, they want to put under the Vesuvius exploded as if (my friend does not use the subjunctive, and where, note) to mix the lava rubbish - and you know it's cool. When there was

Prodi government and was buried by waste from Naples, my friend (same as above) said that the usual communist rogues did not even manage disgusting that we throw away. And anyway, by the way, proved happy to see Naples submerged by the shit "more than it normally is."

Evidence number two. My friend was all happy because all this summer at the speck of drool behind and were kneeling Fini, Berlusconi's chipped enjoying the beam. Fini said that he was a thief, a crook and a fascist. It also criticized because it "has now become a Communist."

Evidence number three . Yesterday, when the prosecutor dismissed the case in Monaco, said it was expected, given that the judiciary (including the glorious Court of Rome) is pompous of communists.
I said that Fini had done something unethical and dishonest, stuff from the end of his career in some European countries, but that did not constitute a violation of any code.
He said that the laws of the judiciary are crap. I have mentioned the separation of powers but he stopped saying he does not read Grisham. Evidence

number four. My friend hates blacks, the Romanians, Roma and Indians. His grandmother, who never goes to find and crumbles in solitude, is cared for by a Rumanian. A negro sells the smoke, an Indian coca and a broom Roma's sister. But
him nothing, zero gratitude.

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That time Bruno was trapped in the plastic Avetrana

Bruno came, everything was so small and he had mysteriously shrunk. Think of a Soviet-devilry, an experiment of some terrorist act to remove him, the most famous journalist in the country, from the scene of the year. Bruno walk around the room, looked around: everything seemed to have been made by a God from the hands of meticulous long and slender. There was a table on the right, dark ebony like oil, and over a basket of apples.

"I am hungry, I will take a" thought Bruno. Bruno tasted it. It was false: he liked especially.

To see that little hut inside, from the point of view as tiny, everything seemed clearer. Bruno knew that whoever lived there were not mere puppets forced to live within those walls lies. "They were really the people! Saw the little man, stroking his right cheek, the former residence of tens of beauty spots.

"Maybe they think of reasoning Crepet so nice," Bruno wondered, remembering the thousand Paraculo friend.

There was a crucifix on the wall and under what a horrible drawer full of utensils, tablecloths, glasses and other things. "All things for the house are also great weapons," reflected the man wielding a nice toothpick dispenser shaped drone. Above it, hanging just below the Christ, the family photos. There was also the girl died, the one that had been killed. "What was his name? And then who was? "They arrested all: his uncle, his cousin, his mother, his niece. People did not know what to think and who to hate. At the bar in his house, Bruno had noticed that the girl killed and thrown into the well was slowly setting behind the horizons of cool topics, outclassed by the Camorra of GF 11 werewolf and the priest who not only children but has anal sex turns them into werewolves creating an army of monsters uses to transform into monsters and bugger the anal .

"My God, what a mess," Brown concluded, "something must be done here."

"Yes, Bruno."

Bruno felt his blood frozen in our hearts. Who had spoken?

"No, not that cii is someone" tried to convince himself. He was alone in that tiny house in the television studio of his program. He found himself imprisoned and mysteriously tiny, sure, but one thing was certain: he was alone. At least until then, the moment a glorious voice broke the silence lowercase. Bruno turned. "It must be the murderess!" Deduced, "the killers always return to the scene of the crime."

turned and saw him. "DICK!" He cried. "But then ..," the reporter stepped back mumbling, "... then it was you!"

The mysterious figure smiled, and slightly moved his right arm showing a small knife - the handle of poor quality inlaid with faux pearls.

Bruno tried to scream, to call for help or at least to remember in which pocket he had left the phone to call the police, but curiosity was too much.

"I'll be the only one to know if the rapist is also a murderess! This would be a scoop. "

He Died with a strange smile to share two thousand percent.

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My country ripped in 4 weeks! The man who calls

Silvio Berlusconi says it will do many good things. The bridge over the Strait, the Salerno-Reggio Calabria.
But do not believe him: it reminds me of one of those banners to porn sites in which claims to be a muscular man become so cool in a few weeks, while it was once just like you, little man.
Well, 'I do not believe in such people. Not after all the money that I spent without being muscular.

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In my country there is a bar, one of the bars of my country, and today I was there that I drank a cup of coffee with his elbow leaning on the counter, like the cool films in the United States. I was chatting with the bartender about this and that and how, despite the cold, my face was damn ergonomic, when he entered a madman. In my country there are many crazy people, says it is tradition that once, some five years ago, a crazy old was also mayor of my country, because all the crazy people had joined and had created this list (in alliance with the Social Democrats) who took control of the City, transforming it into a funny watering. And the crazy one Today in the bar, is famous because the country claims to know all the verses of the birds to imitate existing and whistles constantly saying phrases that do not understand well. Log in and tells the owner of the bar that is all happy because he had just seen two police cars stop, "a Moroccan and a black man" and take them away.
"Less than two!" cried the fool.

And I thought that his sentence ("a Moroccan and a Negro") was very important because it is not racism, it's color.

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mad because the man in the street, the terrible man in the street

The Democratic Party continues to rely on advertising from Mordor, it seems. Yet its leaders prate of "conquering middle class "and" clearer language. "The slogan above is certainly a little more clear, concise and explanatory, but the man in the street (half a monster half Martufello Paul Fox) feeds on hope, and - if there is Berlusconi in the neighborhood - of lies. The man in the street does not want to roll up their sleeves, that he does at the factory, office, bar.

Bersani will never win an election. Never ever. And after all is not then such a bad news.

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But if you ask me what is the most idiotic interview I've read in recent times, well, 'I say this : Charles Ross explains that Mouthpiece "tee" is not well, then it goes without saying that we are in a regime. When a
lol not enough, it takes a orcodio contextualization "orcodio Fisichella in the ass."

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Berlusconi Journalism 2.0, flower by flower

The news should have consequences similar investigation of the Watergate Washington Post. That Sallusti and Porro, director and deputy director of the Newspaper (owned by the brother of Italian Prime Minister), are investigated for "private threats" to Marcegaglia, president of Confindustria, the fact is nothing short of burning.

But I will not talk about the record, I'll leave it to others. I will go instead to do what I can do more, or read and comment (morbidly) comments to the news it ilgiornale.it . How to take the voters Berlusconi bossiani?
Evil? Well? But, you have doubts?

start (the parts in red are excerpts from the comments of the article):

1) An anonymous reader you look after the chores now calling the epic "climate of hate" para-Stalinist. Nothing of great, sure, but it is only the first. We will improve.

"... the cause is the climate of hate fomented by the left."

2) Fernando442501 is an interesting subject: his speech is thick with paranoia and totally perched on the cold hill of conspiracy based on nothing. Fernando scandal is not the fact itself, in fact. Avercene of spies like that!
Where are the guarantees of freedom of the press and on wiretapping. It 's absurd that this is done, it is true we live in a banana republic. One wonders why the search was entrusted to the NOE Carabinieri. They are experts - at least as well known - the search for evidence of environmental and non-inquinamenoi dossieraggio or paging files more or less hidden in the computer. Everything is very strange and frightening pending clarification of any citizen who believes to live in a democratic country only to find that the Police officers at the door to investigate prosecute resulted from a harmless joke and maybe chat over the phone. We hope, therefore, that this comment does not arouse the interest of the investigation by someone! Maybe there's something to do !

3) Thank God there's Aldo, 1942, who explains that there is in the air reeks of fascism. Oh no, sorry, he says in defense of Sallusti & Porro. The communist-politicized robes-who-want-but-the-back-of-fascism are already a must . Priceless. Thanks, Alduccio.
We are witnessing the return of fascism. Who does not adapt is prosecuted, convicted ee subjected to public ridicule. When will the return of 'Castor Oil? When this is scaled judiciary red poroditoriamente attacking the system of freedom and democracy and the right to information? We need to Send in the square, demanding the removal of gowns politicized and the downsizing of the unlimited power of a corrupt judiciary. Aldo.

4) Michele Lascari has clear ideas: I am not , he says, that the Marcegaglia is so important (q uindi spy might as well, so it is only the president of Confindustria) to arouse some PM, which perhaps did not have much more media visibility, the desire to rummage in the journal paper. Maybe try that other types of cards? Yes, Woodcock is looking for other cards because it wants to invoke the dragon Shenron.

5) careful eglanthyne, which is a true idol. His comment, short, sums up the whole Berlusconi with the "I know 'you and I are a fucking nun." You do not swallow the idea that the preparation was raiding as a token not Italian, it seems. It does not seem much interested in the fact itself, the idea that "his" journal is directed by disreputable people, usually to do with the moral finger raised (if Fini) invent news, or against opponents (Di Pietro, Boffo )
John Henry WHO ?????????????? , Solidarity with the director and the editor.

6) Fedele50 is the classic without sacrificing the grace made in Cologno Monzese. Very fruity on the palate a bit 'faeces.
CSM AS PRESIDENT OF THE GIA 'SI SA IL woodcook magistrate, he has no one would be apt to be dismissed on the spot and send it to dig with a hoe to the tractor with 20 kilos of Montenero.

7) Senior touches the raw nerve of Italian, crying I am sure that if he touched the newspaper "la Repubblica" there would have protest marches, but we know that side nothing happens. Perhaps because the Republic does not use intelligence resources to be diverted to take out political opponents of the brother of their boss. Maybe.

8) danspe is concise and saddened: What sad to see our Italy at the mercy of some judiciary ... Already, the judiciary!

9) marcothink is a historian from the revolutionary thinking, its the theory that Fini is the Gollum of communist magistrates. Not bad, missing only Klingon.
if attacks Fini, the Judas of the judiciary claims, risks persecution ...

10) egf is destroyed, the mourning Teleservices girding his right arm. He / she says: These are tests of dictatorship and again the judiciary has to stand out in this regard. And then make the victims feel even de-legitimized ............. And the term ends with an unspecified: but they scatter on the commitment. A comment too emotional and therefore very clear: those who must make the commitment? Purposes? Sallusti? Judges? Berlusconi? God? Pupi Avati? egf same? Damn obscurity.

11) ego ( nomen, omen indeed nickname) comments only after checking the latest writings of Jung and wisely decreed: This judge is a fanatic. Should be subjected to psychiatric examination. Do not worry, ego, all easily solvable with a little psychological test.

12) Few words to birillo110 that, as a good man of action, sums up its program in a few bars: popular election of judges and smeridionalizzazione southern gentlemen of this company as we all know settled. I do not understand, but they were not the judges in Milan (Northern Ireland) is the problem?

13) And finally, a cryptic comment that can be read in two ways: first
interpretation. silviob2, the user is an avid voter whose name is Silvio Berlusconi and is concerned about the dramatically raided the newspaper. So says Big Brother (Endemol format, by the way). or;
second interpretation. silviob2 is a nickname that recalls deliberately P2. The user is a antiberlusconiano in the mood for jokes. And maybe (maybe) that user is me, why not?