After surgery on Monday ( Civic Consciousness ), perhaps I started to take myself too seriously. The world needs a rule, that's for sure: human beings must be shaken and groomed for good!
In this regard a few minutes ago I dedicated myself to a thrilling pastime: reading of "L 'Espresso" in the chair cacatoria (also called commode or toilet, which then would be the vulgata ).
pass the course headings Signornò, satirical cartoon by Altan Preventive and there is little left to read. Already thinking, "But what this shit?". Lot, a lot. The rest is the best way to maintain a perfect state of mind. The pages fly, turn themselves. And then M'illumino of immense and I understand why even the most left-wing intellectuals have left.
clear: they are snobs, the radical chic (definition only say that is horrible because of the sound) of people who, despite being educated and left unable to speak to the left of the people, for manual workers, students, teachers and charlatans gooders like Petrelli Greg .
Good Eugenio Scalfari wrote a beautiful article in which disperses nicely Quartet Cetra and how it would be nice if our politicians had the honor to compete with cold (and to play Russian roulette with all the shots, I might add) in a blaze of old stuff and old-fashioned satire (I can think of the word strambotti, but that has nothing to do shit like that to young people and makes the idea).
Going forward, a good service on Dario Fò that sends some to say, the church, the power, the TV boobs and butts. But little old me, I love you, I respect you. You are intelligent and diligent, but you are gone. They should invite you to drinks in honor of the inauguration of the museum caryatids. Now do not talk about tits and ass has more the taste of the forbidden, you know only the trivial (and this comes from someone who speaks of tits, ass, anomania, farts and caesaropapism). The new frontier of "putting it in the ass to right-thinking" is to tell it like it is . E 'to say that our leadership sucks, and document it. Do not be softened, my old folks, for years and years of television, "elegant" and the Sanremo Festival. Everyone likes her tits, also Gianni Vattimo, but "there's more than the boobs! Do as the old country, who curse every time a politician appears on television. Then come back to the glass of red cards, oblivious to what happened shortly before and shortly before that, and yet the moment before.
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