E perché si dovrebbe battere politicamente una persona che è entrata in politica solo per non finire in carcere?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Words Of Congratulations On New Arrival
The Prime Minister is defeated politically?
E perché si dovrebbe battere politicamente una persona che è entrata in politica solo per non finire in carcere?
E perché si dovrebbe battere politicamente una persona che è entrata in politica solo per non finire in carcere?
Friday, February 11, 2011
Soap For Cartlage Piercing
of Indifference - Antonio Gramsci
Parole di una bellezza ed attualità sconcertanti scritte da Antonio Gramsci nel 1917.
Odio gli indifferenti. Credo che vivere voglia dire essere partigiani. Chi vive veramente non può non essere cittadino e partigiano. L'indifferenza è abulia, è parassitismo, è vigliaccheria, non è vita.
Perciò odio gli indifferenti. L'indifferenza è il peso morto della storia.
L'indifferenza opera potentemente nella storia. Opera passivamente, ma opera.
E' la fatalità: è ciò su cui non si può contare; è what upsets programs, which brings down the best built planes: the brute matter strangling intelligence. What happens, the evil that befalls everyone, is because the mass of men abdicating to his will, leaving only enact laws which will repeal the revolt, leaving the men who come to power only then will a mutiny to overthrow.
between absenteeism and indifference few hands, not supervised by any control, they weave the fabric of community life, and ignores the mass, why does not care, and then seems to be the fate to overwhelm everything and everyone, it seems that history is nothing but an enormous natural phenomenon, an eruption, an earthquake which all are victims, those who wanted and who did not want, those who knew and who knew, who had been active and indifferent people. Some whine pitifully
other obscene curses, but none or very few people wonder: If I did it myself my duty if I tried to assert my will, would have happened what happened?
I hate even indifferent to this because it bothers me to be their eternal whining innocent.
calling to account of how each of them has played the role that life has placed and places every day of what he has done and especially what did not. And I feel I can be relentless, not to having to waste my pity, not having to share them with my tears.
am partisan, I live, I feel in the consciousness of my hand already beating the activity of the future city that my part is building. And it does not weigh up the social chain short, everything that happens in it is not due to chance, the fatality, but it's intelligent work of citizens.
There is no one who is in it to the window and watch as the few sacrifice themselves, he fainted.
Vivo, are partisan. So do not hate those sides, hate indifferent. 
Parole di una bellezza ed attualità sconcertanti scritte da Antonio Gramsci nel 1917.
Odio gli indifferenti. Credo che vivere voglia dire essere partigiani. Chi vive veramente non può non essere cittadino e partigiano. L'indifferenza è abulia, è parassitismo, è vigliaccheria, non è vita.
Perciò odio gli indifferenti. L'indifferenza è il peso morto della storia.
L'indifferenza opera potentemente nella storia. Opera passivamente, ma opera.
E' la fatalità: è ciò su cui non si può contare; è what upsets programs, which brings down the best built planes: the brute matter strangling intelligence. What happens, the evil that befalls everyone, is because the mass of men abdicating to his will, leaving only enact laws which will repeal the revolt, leaving the men who come to power only then will a mutiny to overthrow.
between absenteeism and indifference few hands, not supervised by any control, they weave the fabric of community life, and ignores the mass, why does not care, and then seems to be the fate to overwhelm everything and everyone, it seems that history is nothing but an enormous natural phenomenon, an eruption, an earthquake which all are victims, those who wanted and who did not want, those who knew and who knew, who had been active and indifferent people. Some whine pitifully
other obscene curses, but none or very few people wonder: If I did it myself my duty if I tried to assert my will, would have happened what happened?
I hate even indifferent to this because it bothers me to be their eternal whining innocent.
calling to account of how each of them has played the role that life has placed and places every day of what he has done and especially what did not. And I feel I can be relentless, not to having to waste my pity, not having to share them with my tears.
am partisan, I live, I feel in the consciousness of my hand already beating the activity of the future city that my part is building. And it does not weigh up the social chain short, everything that happens in it is not due to chance, the fatality, but it's intelligent work of citizens.
There is no one who is in it to the window and watch as the few sacrifice themselves, he fainted.
Vivo, are partisan. So do not hate those sides, hate indifferent.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dozen Hurricane Lamps
Berlusconi resign! On the ring road with a sign in the rear window
The initiative apparently is una coppia di due simpatici sessantenni.
Una bella forma di protesta che dovremmo mettere in atto un po' tutti.
Via il Post Viola 
The initiative apparently is una coppia di due simpatici sessantenni.
Una bella forma di protesta che dovremmo mettere in atto un po' tutti.
Via il Post Viola
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Conveyor Belt In Solidworks
Better just say nothing or pretend? The desire for good politics.
In every great reportage we see an Italy that dies. He died on the territory and died that we too, in the heart and vital organs, is now affected by the crap we breathe and eat every day.
The Bay of Naples to become sversatoio of all things, the Calabrian land damaged by illegal construction and waste, whole country poisoned by trash buried in secret, on which the animals to eat with great gusto, before finishing in our stomachs, chewing their cud.
mills, factories and even factories from north to south. Under the progress of a mesothelioma. That work while pretending to ennoble the man kills him every day.
How can my executioners to be like without thinking about who will be victims?
How do they not think of the children on which, after giving birth, will transfer all the poisons that are absorbed (both in the scientific sense and metaphorically)?
How do they precede the logic of the party (whatever that is) to know that you would want for his fellow man?
How do they think only of today, the immediate economic gain, without thinking of the riches contained in the little things?
The wealth of a flower that grows, in a sea that, by reason of Freedom, becomes jail for fish and for whom, after a bath, leaving the body abraded and poisoned.
How do they govern small towns, treasures of a country founded on tourism and the beauty and do not have any foresight? A vision that would still vote and work.
What keeps them on those chairs?
And how do those chairs to make people forget these people that the only meaning inherent in good governance should be aimed at the common good, and better air, sustainable architecture and the happiness that comes from living in conditions respectable and dignified.
I do not want to be afraid every time he shot a breath of fresh air in my city.
I never want to cringe at the thought of what will be at sea every time I make a bathroom.
I can not depressed at the thought that the only purpose of a human being is an illegal construction that mars a beautiful area (which we could enjoy together) or worse, the excessive growth of bank account.
I must not think that any politician who smiles at me and shakes my hand no longer has a soul and it is only the bearer of the interests of others voted for the good and evil of a few of many.
Perhaps missing the state, but citizens together form a state.
I also say to his fellow citizens and administrators of the small town where I live:
Do not throw trash in the jewel you have in your hands. If you do not do it alone get help to those who are more experienced and willing to help you understand what kind of diamond to present to the world was treating it as a simple stone to put under a rail. 
In every great reportage we see an Italy that dies. He died on the territory and died that we too, in the heart and vital organs, is now affected by the crap we breathe and eat every day.
The Bay of Naples to become sversatoio of all things, the Calabrian land damaged by illegal construction and waste, whole country poisoned by trash buried in secret, on which the animals to eat with great gusto, before finishing in our stomachs, chewing their cud.
mills, factories and even factories from north to south. Under the progress of a mesothelioma. That work while pretending to ennoble the man kills him every day.
How can my executioners to be like without thinking about who will be victims?
How do they not think of the children on which, after giving birth, will transfer all the poisons that are absorbed (both in the scientific sense and metaphorically)?
How do they precede the logic of the party (whatever that is) to know that you would want for his fellow man?
How do they think only of today, the immediate economic gain, without thinking of the riches contained in the little things?
The wealth of a flower that grows, in a sea that, by reason of Freedom, becomes jail for fish and for whom, after a bath, leaving the body abraded and poisoned.
How do they govern small towns, treasures of a country founded on tourism and the beauty and do not have any foresight? A vision that would still vote and work.
What keeps them on those chairs?
And how do those chairs to make people forget these people that the only meaning inherent in good governance should be aimed at the common good, and better air, sustainable architecture and the happiness that comes from living in conditions respectable and dignified.
I do not want to be afraid every time he shot a breath of fresh air in my city.
I never want to cringe at the thought of what will be at sea every time I make a bathroom.
I can not depressed at the thought that the only purpose of a human being is an illegal construction that mars a beautiful area (which we could enjoy together) or worse, the excessive growth of bank account.
I must not think that any politician who smiles at me and shakes my hand no longer has a soul and it is only the bearer of the interests of others voted for the good and evil of a few of many.
Perhaps missing the state, but citizens together form a state.
I also say to his fellow citizens and administrators of the small town where I live:
Do not throw trash in the jewel you have in your hands. If you do not do it alone get help to those who are more experienced and willing to help you understand what kind of diamond to present to the world was treating it as a simple stone to put under a rail.
Bud Light Sausage Dog Type
Better to say or just pretend nothing happened? The desire for good politics.
In ogni grande reportage si vede un'Italia che muore. Muore il territorio e decediamo anche noi, nell'animo e negli organi vitali, ormai intaccati dalla merda che respiriamo e mangiamo ogni giorno.
Il golfo di Napoli che diventa sversatoio di ogni cosa, i terreni calabri intaccati da scorie e costruzioni abusive, intere campagne avvelenate dall'immondizia interrata di nascosto, sulle quali gli animali che con grande gusto mangiamo, prima di finire nel nostro stomaco brucano l'erba.
Mills, factories and even factories from north to south. Under the progress of a mesothelioma. That work while pretending to ennoble the man kills him every day.
How can my executioners to be like without thinking about who will be victims?
How do they not think of the children on which, after giving birth, will transfer all the poisons that are absorbed (both in the scientific sense and metaphorically)?
How do they precede the logic of the party (whatever that is) to know that you would want for his fellow man?
How do they think only of today, the immediate financial gain, without thought to the riches of small things?
The wealth of a flower that will not grow, a sea that, by reason of Freedom, becomes jail for fish and for whom, after a bath, leaving the body abraded and poisoned.
How do they govern small towns, treasures of a country founded on tourism and the beauty and do not have any foresight? A vision that would still vote and work.
What keeps them on those chairs?
And how do those chairs to make people forget these people that the only meaning inherent in good governance should be aimed at the common good, and better air, sustainable architecture and the happiness that comes from living in decent conditions and dignity.
I do not want to be afraid every time you shoot a shot d'aria nella mia città.
Non voglio più rabbrividire al pensiero di cosa ci sarà in mare ogni volta che faccio un bagno.
Non posso deprimermi al pensiero che l'unico scopo di un essere umano è una costruzione abusiva che deturpa un territorio splendido (del quale avremmo potuto gioire insieme) o peggio, la smodata crescita del conto in banca.
Non devo pensare che ogni politico che mi sorride o mi stringe la mano non ha più un'anima ed è solo portatore di interessi altrui votati al bene di pochi e al male di molti.
Forse manca lo Stato, ma i cittadini insieme formano uno Stato.
Lo dico anche ai concittadini e agli amministratori del piccolo comune in cui vivo:
Do not throw trash in the jewel you have in your hands. If you do not do it alone get help to those who are more experienced and willing to help you understand what kind of diamond to present to the world was treating it as a simple stone to put under a rail. 
In ogni grande reportage si vede un'Italia che muore. Muore il territorio e decediamo anche noi, nell'animo e negli organi vitali, ormai intaccati dalla merda che respiriamo e mangiamo ogni giorno.
Il golfo di Napoli che diventa sversatoio di ogni cosa, i terreni calabri intaccati da scorie e costruzioni abusive, intere campagne avvelenate dall'immondizia interrata di nascosto, sulle quali gli animali che con grande gusto mangiamo, prima di finire nel nostro stomaco brucano l'erba.
Mills, factories and even factories from north to south. Under the progress of a mesothelioma. That work while pretending to ennoble the man kills him every day.
How can my executioners to be like without thinking about who will be victims?
How do they not think of the children on which, after giving birth, will transfer all the poisons that are absorbed (both in the scientific sense and metaphorically)?
How do they precede the logic of the party (whatever that is) to know that you would want for his fellow man?
How do they think only of today, the immediate financial gain, without thought to the riches of small things?
The wealth of a flower that will not grow, a sea that, by reason of Freedom, becomes jail for fish and for whom, after a bath, leaving the body abraded and poisoned.
How do they govern small towns, treasures of a country founded on tourism and the beauty and do not have any foresight? A vision that would still vote and work.
What keeps them on those chairs?
And how do those chairs to make people forget these people that the only meaning inherent in good governance should be aimed at the common good, and better air, sustainable architecture and the happiness that comes from living in decent conditions and dignity.
I do not want to be afraid every time you shoot a shot d'aria nella mia città.
Non voglio più rabbrividire al pensiero di cosa ci sarà in mare ogni volta che faccio un bagno.
Non posso deprimermi al pensiero che l'unico scopo di un essere umano è una costruzione abusiva che deturpa un territorio splendido (del quale avremmo potuto gioire insieme) o peggio, la smodata crescita del conto in banca.
Non devo pensare che ogni politico che mi sorride o mi stringe la mano non ha più un'anima ed è solo portatore di interessi altrui votati al bene di pochi e al male di molti.
Forse manca lo Stato, ma i cittadini insieme formano uno Stato.
Lo dico anche ai concittadini e agli amministratori del piccolo comune in cui vivo:
Do not throw trash in the jewel you have in your hands. If you do not do it alone get help to those who are more experienced and willing to help you understand what kind of diamond to present to the world was treating it as a simple stone to put under a rail.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Cube Field Itouch App
BOT, tears and blood
La buona notizia è che all'asta per i BOT annuali che si è tenuta ieri, c'è stato un surplus di domanda.
La cattiva notizia è che i BOT hanno aumentato il loro rendimento.
Perché è una cattiva notizia?
Perché i Buoni Ordinari del Tesoro sono in pratica dei prestiti che noi concediamo allo Stato Italiano, il quale, alla scadenza, ci restituisce i nostri soldi più gli interessi.
Dal punto di vista di un investitore straniero, acquistare un titolo di stato è una sorta di garanzia, perché raramente gli stati falliscono. E questa garanzia viene barattata con un rendimento molto basso.
Ma se lo stato in questione is not very solid, because its securities are attractive and are purchased, alzarne performance. And this is the first sign of concern.
But there is another. Higher returns mean more money coming out of the state coffers in a year when the BOT shall be refunded. And for a country like Italy that has a frightening debt (121% of GDP, more than 1800 billion euro), this means a further increase in the deficit. And if
this article (thanks to Gea for the tip) is correct, we expect truly a three-year sting. Stuff to regret Amato. 
La buona notizia è che all'asta per i BOT annuali che si è tenuta ieri, c'è stato un surplus di domanda.
La cattiva notizia è che i BOT hanno aumentato il loro rendimento.
Perché è una cattiva notizia?
Perché i Buoni Ordinari del Tesoro sono in pratica dei prestiti che noi concediamo allo Stato Italiano, il quale, alla scadenza, ci restituisce i nostri soldi più gli interessi.
Dal punto di vista di un investitore straniero, acquistare un titolo di stato è una sorta di garanzia, perché raramente gli stati falliscono. E questa garanzia viene barattata con un rendimento molto basso.
Ma se lo stato in questione is not very solid, because its securities are attractive and are purchased, alzarne performance. And this is the first sign of concern.
But there is another. Higher returns mean more money coming out of the state coffers in a year when the BOT shall be refunded. And for a country like Italy that has a frightening debt (121% of GDP, more than 1800 billion euro), this means a further increase in the deficit. And if
this article (thanks to Gea for the tip) is correct, we expect truly a three-year sting. Stuff to regret Amato.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Gay Spots 18 And Over Gay Clubs In Nj?
101 Motivi (per non smettere di guardare Beautiful) non Bastano...
... has moved!
not lose count, I would recommend: here you will find all the reasons (not to stop looking Beautiful ) you want, and you can read them one after the other.
How? Selecting
101 reasons not enough between the labels on the left of the blog.
I turn on the coffee maker and you look under there. Giustina
... has moved!
not lose count, I would recommend: here you will find all the reasons (not to stop looking Beautiful ) you want, and you can read them one after the other.
How? Selecting
101 reasons not enough between the labels on the left of the blog.
I turn on the coffee maker and you look under there. Giustina
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Dc Tech Decks On Ebay
Vicini a Daniel McVicar
On January 3, died on 22 year old son of DanielMcVicar . A hug from
101 Reasons (not to stop looking Beautiful) is not enough. 
On January 3, died on 22 year old son of DanielMcVicar . A hug from 101 Reasons (not to stop looking Beautiful) is not enough.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Urination Pain After Taking Plan B
307 - ASTRI NASCENTI
It should be added a new year for counting the soap that, I remember him for excessive zeal, is dated 1990. Twenty-one years and not smell stale: not bad.
But what has changed in that time?
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| "Snuffer" Jamie Isenstein |
But what has changed in that time?
Brooke has slowed his rise in society just because it has virtually reached every goal it had set.
Ridge is still the blunt object of desire of the patient and his archenemy Dr. Logan: I hope not you missed the fight between the two in the pond of Forrester Creations!
Eric insists on not to accept his old age and Stephanie makes it impossible to remember: an endless dripping.
who served as a tapestry, ornaments, shoulder or cheek continues to do so, depending on your mood (and mood) of the splendid writers Beautiful .
The real novelty are the rising stars of the soap, the new generation. First of all, Steffy: summum ius, summa iniuria , the Twin Survivor condenses into a little body to scream and Brooke Taylor, Stephanie and Jackie, cinnamon and sulfur. Yes, Piagnisteffy stopped crying and went to action: in a blink of an eye and curled mascarizzate seduced Dollar Bill, he resumed the Forrester, Logan kicked by the Company of the Famigghia and is about to blackmail as blackmail with a video that captures Bridget and Owen who have sex coniglissimo. Oh, yeah ... this is the other good news: Bridget and trumpet the husband of mother-in-law. It will not be original, but it is always equal to shiver.
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