zio ha scritto:Io uno che in un articolo pubblico e in Tv appella il presidente di una repubblica occidentale democratica "napo orso capo" lo denuncerei per vilipendio alle istituzioni.
ma a certi figuri é permesso tutto.
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Quindi puoi capire cosa farei a chi scatena guerre per uccidere il presidente di uno stato non occidentale.
Il "compagno" Napolitano è talmente scafato che a sentirsi dire Napo orso capo si sarà fatto una risata.
Non seguire le orme degli antichi, ma quello che essi cercarono. (Matsuo Basho,1685) -fa caldo l'Italia è sull'orlo di un baratro e non scopo da mesi (cimmeno 2009) -...stai su un forum di segaioli; dove pensavi di stare, grande uomo? (sunday silence,2012)
I renziani fanno la voce grossa e rivendicano i posti da capogruppo in Parlamento. Se Renzi diventa segretario non so come farà a controllare i gruppi parlamentari che sono formati in maggioranza da non-renziani.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
zio ha scritto:Io uno che in un articolo pubblico e in Tv appella il presidente di una repubblica occidentale democratica "napo orso capo" lo denuncerei per vilipendio alle istituzioni.
ma a certi figuri é permesso tutto.
cibatevi pure dei delle sue produzioni escreziali
Quindi puoi capire cosa farei a chi scatena guerre per uccidere il presidente di uno stato non occidentale.
Il "compagno" Napolitano è talmente scafato che a sentirsi dire Napo orso capo si sarà fatto una risata.
Amen fratello!
Sogna una carne sinteticanuovi attributi eunmicrochipemozionale
Sogna di un bisturi amico che faccia dileiqualcosafuoridalnormale
Il fantoccio di D'Alema Gianni Cuperlo è l'espressione suprema della sinistra più antiquata, retrograda, parolaia, logorroica, inconcludente, miope, che indossa vestiti degli anni '70, pseudo-intellettualoide, "fuffologica" (cit. Helmut). E' da quando sono nato che a sinistra sento parlare di primavere, rinascite e rivoluzioni culturali, senza peraltro aver capito cosa significhi.
Mi sembra un brav'uomo e mi fa pena e compassione. Anche Renzi è il nulla che avanza ma a differenza del bimbominkia Cuperlo è vistosamente impacciato sul palco e a disagio davanti alla telecamera. E' una macchia d'unto di un mondo che non esiste più.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Ma l'avete notato Civati con la barbetta che assomiglia in modo impressionante a Nanni Moretti?
An idle mind is the devil's playground/Si, ma la NATO? "Nel lungo periodo saremo tutti morti" John Maynard Keynes Membro dell'ala intelligente del forum dal 07/02/22
Quando una decisione non piaceva all'Apparatčik arrivavano le telefonate da Mosca (Linea rossa Mosca-Napoli, "Pruont' Gromyko? Sittù? Me senti bbuono?")
Oggi se non piacciono all' Apparato arrivano le telefonate da Roma (del Migliore)
e di Gigio
Hanno iniziato a telefonare molto prima che Renzi andasse alla Ruota della Fortuna
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)