While all media national media spread out their forces on the case of Nature of God, there is no political voice that has not been lifted. To the right is practiced apologetics more creative and desperate-like, while missing the excellent Santanchè falls into utter prudery; from receiving invitations to sedation, can be heard by the very smoky appeals to a moral lost in each is a little 'what he wants.
A voice rather makes all its heavy silence.
The Northern League is silent. One might think that legalism forcaiolo fifteen years ago has lost in the padding of the chairs ministerial, but not everything is there.
The League is not totally absent: it repeats a single word, like a monk repeats a mantra.
The mantra of federalism is not just to cash in now that the closing of the cabin seems always on the horizon, in fact. First
securing "the base" that sit there in parliament are up to something, a part of the premier personal care of cocks (and never was closer phrase), because any bubble told long enough becomes the truth. So The League is unquestionably producing federalism, as obsessively repeats that this is the priority. And no matter if the ANCI (National Association of Italian Municipalities) ball in the trunk decree on fiscal federalism, because they would not know in which pocket most of the residents put their hands to take the money missing: Calderoli says that all is well, Bossi spernacchia-stroke perhaps definitively undermines the Broca's area and is unable to articulate sounds, and poof. The problems are gone. Federalism is the priority. We are doing Federalism.
The league has figured out how to scrub his own electorate. Intercept masterfully that tendency all'omertà declined in green sauce that is the indifference of the ego until it touches my interest, I would not cale. The inclination of the peasant Po wonderful to keep your head down like mules and lead straight to the road have taught him, and did not see nor hear anything that goads him firmly in the hindquarters.
So Berlusconi can do what they want - it is only the useful idiot who sold the country to Senatùr the pot of lentils for a reform that was never made (the judiciary) and, as End of proof was thrown to the sea at the first creak of the boat-while we work. We bring home the results.
This, in addition to creating a cunning campaign in advance to strengthen the kind of fetish patched that Po is the identity of the electoral base, which loves to feel the best part of the boot, Italy is the only working, producing, they do: the rest are southerners, slackers and idlers. Constructs an identity too: the silence, make all the profit and the particular.
Meanwhile, under the dust of them sorts of things happen, and here are a couple again by the league that does that bring home results, always a winning combination with the useful idiots of the late PDL.
The Province of Padua (PDL junta / League) gives a nice calendar for children, on the occasion of the Epiphany. Colorful, well illustrated, full of rhymes in a unified unlikely Venetian dialect, a kind of Esperanto local. Among the celebrations is the batimarso , almost not even my father would know what to say so far had already forgotten the war. Missing Liberation Day, the feast of the surrogate Bocola of San Marco. Imagine what of that which is the anniversary of the Communist Labor Day May 1: does not exist.
One common and have been known, he bravely returned to the sender. But you know, partisan junta was composed of those mangiabambini Pd.
Spend some 'time, and the memory of goldfish dell'italiota middle right of the matter is the schedule: Elena arrives Donazzan, regional councilor for education. Before sbagassa public money in a Bible to each student - for God's sake, the great book the Bible, but beyond the respect for those who do not share the religious viewpoint, there are schools that really lacks toilet paper and when the walls fall physically apart, then writes a letter. The write today, so we do not know exactly what's inside, but he anticipated, just not to miss anything.
In this friendly letter inviting all schools and libraries in the region not keep books of authors he considers "bad masters ", that those authors who have signed the appeal to the former Baptist Br. The story is very well followed by the collective Wuming , but there's one thing to be condemned loudly, to shout from the housetops.
This is the wolf in granny's bonnet.
This is the wolf in granny's bonnet.
Behind this there is the 'humus muddy the alleged identity of the Po valley, where the culture is, at best, a strange animal dangerous to domesticate the chair and the whip but is almost always a useless trinket, something that wears out those who have it, it perverts, while in the valley there are mythopoeic calluses farmer's well defended by its third year.
Along with this there The Berlusconi, who in thirty years of telecrazia has now finally inoculated into the Italians the idea that reading is not needed, since the women you give it, however, that one becomes rich because you go on TV and do-nothing idiots as much as you do in your living room. That basically is not a crime to be ignorant, not a bad thing, we're all a bit 'well, a bit' worse. Let's get a pat on the back and console ourselves.
Add to this a fascist use of media power and the legislative language and Nazi genocidal heralded a big scream and then ponder if it is indeed the case that we think Bossi.
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