Sunday, October 31, 2010
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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?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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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.
Friday, October 29, 2010
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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.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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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.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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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.Monday, October 11, 2010
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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.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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Bersani will never win an election. Never ever. And after all is not then such a bad news.
Next another.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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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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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.
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?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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Another starting point for analysis by cazzoduro on universal suffrage.
In 2008, the year of the historic U.S. presidential election which saw winner Barack Obama, a few weeks before the vote there were still millions of Americans, "undecided". This after two years of ceaseless campaigning, whose malmostosi reverbs have not failed to arrive even in the little Italy. Before the Democratic primary (Hillary Clinton vs. Barack Obama or milf vs. black), then the Republican. Then the duel itself, that melts on Bush himself, the reflux of eight years of war criminals and expensive with the addition of a villainous tax cut (in time of war!) - All little things that never fail to impoverish Member States today. And Guantanamo, the environment, civil rights, a president who nearly choked on a pretzel, Bin Laden still free as a Priebke any . McCain, the Republican candidate, who chose Sarah Palin as a vice (still far from the sad annals of the Tea Party), which in a few days reveals an inability to unfit to lead America (cited). Issues large, not just kidney stones in the U.S. system but from the fiery boulders eject from his dick to the stars and stripes.
Parallalelamente this quagmire neo-con, a president-as-liberal enough, African American, a star adored by the world, with a clear plan and written hope to follow him like a shadow.
primary choice, you say: to perpetuate the bad habit Republican Dick Cheney made in (a tipino that hunting shot in the face of his friend and claims to be able to create an "enduring freedom" overall) or change, hoping for a better future?
whole world had already decided, well my grandmother used to say "that nigger there, we hope to win, downstream" .
Yet after ten months of discussions, programs, scandals, successes and promises, 14% of voters U.S. had not yet a clear idea of \u200b\u200bvoting. The point is not indecision or doubt, which are salt and pepper logical and sound like kryptonite to the attempts of various dogmatization and possible, the problem is the feeling that many feel about politics.
What feeling? What de 'and' Sticazzi? " , namely the sense of lightness as the right to vote for all, that instead of filling up with pride for the citizens (all citizens), makes sure that we can peacefully put a cross on the symbol anyway, anyhow.
The right to vote, my dear, is not a commodity that we deserve. Vote, elect members of the community, should not be a matter of course. It must be a burden, a burden that does not make you sleep better.
Wondering "what happened to my vote?" is right and holy. But I often wonder: what do we do our votes?
me once I asked myself, chinotto stoned when I voted Udeur expired.