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Now we think ... as long as they think they know. The nature of God

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.

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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To a mixture of tenderness, simplicity and modesty, or perhaps because of the embargo is not always self-imposed cultural and inveterate now to the point of making himself the weak erupt earthquake of modernity, for lack of resources, the lack of capacity, attitude mixed and composite (unusual mix of indifference, selfishness, and silence) in short for all of the reasons previously expressed, and perhaps never ingnoti others, I share the fact that in those early Sardinian villages, clusters of houses scattered in the mountains and villages by strange beings from gibberish, male and female attributes, and figuratively to the relentless pace of foul language, are now on everyone's lips at various title of "cazzofigaculotette", always in the language of the barbarians (CINI) were uniformly called "Nature," the Italian word.
the doctor stationed every 500 inhabitants which would describe a situation such as gynecological uterine prolapse, dysmenorrhea, or so they said only "I have a problem with Nature." If
appeared in the wake of the troublesome adhesions balanopreputial or a sudden and excruciating orchidoodinia, same stuff, "I have a problem with Nature." And the doctor knew.
"Nature" for the tradition of the place, something more than a bucolic or wildlife and beyond goliardic parallelism with the forest or the bird was in fact the definition that was used to indicate the genitals a man or a woman, nothing more.

But you know, the traditions, including language training, especially when established, are unlikely to exceed the boundaries of the country of origin, let alone specifically: BEYOND the remotest villages, "Nature" and along the Sardinian coast particularly in cities such as Cagliari, however, continues to be what is commonly understood, namely the fusion of flora, fauna, orography and Town and surrounding river or rather is defended by man and is them, until a few western industry decides they can do without, and her descendants.

Imagine then that faces were seen in church one Sunday morning, especially among the desks of women, young priest when a small pupil of the Archbishop of Cagliari, steeped in theosophy seminary and sent no one knows why in a village barbaricino to be among the shepherds the shepherd of souls, from the pulpit began to say how beautiful it was beautiful-really-good nature of God

So welcome to this blog, which in effect would never speak of God's nature here in Italy today. Its nature is talking about wiretapping, director of coprolites that Tg, that condom full of piss that organizes parties at the villa in Costa Smeralda and even if you do not speak, are in fact in many that the nature of God can be said to always have in your mouth.
I wish this blog if you could not do information, at least to talk about what happens in the world beyond the Italian shame, I would spend some of my time to spread the word that they are like mice: do or tenderness as are small and ignored, or they suck and nobody wants to talk.

really, anyway-and then stop talking about the sex of the angels-a wonderful article by Giuseppe d'Avanzo appeared today on the Republic, which for convenience can be found here .

soon!