Piazza Pulita, due secondi fa: Ma perché invitiamo a parlare il leader di Casa Pound, cioè di un partito neofascista?
Perché siamo giornalisti, perché non facciamo politica.
Ille ego, Blif, ductus Minervæ sorte sacerdos (ბლუფ)
Dopo Pisapia il nuovo Messia della sinistra è Piero Grasso
è in atto una processione con annessa giacchetta tirata per implorarlo di accettare la candidatura...Gesù come sono ridotti
a proposito:
“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)
spero che Grasso non si presti a questa buffonata, già è stato un grande a non fare il candidato unitario in Sicilia
“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)
ampiamente riscattato dal rifiuto di fare il "papa straniero"
“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)
conclusa la maternità questo squallido individuo (che nel 1998 votò per far cadere il governo Prodi spianando la strada a Berlusconi, è bene ricordarlo) tornerà ad esibire il suo famoso eloquio in pubblico
lo ha annunciato a Telenorba: «Torno. Io non sono mai fuggito dalla politica. La politica è una malattia da cui non si guarisce».
e sarà tutto un florilegio di "narrazioni egemoniche". la sua creatura "SEL" è durata appena 7 anni e non ha mai raggiunto il 4%. anche se la Boldrini è diventata terza carica grazie a lui e perfino Pisapia era stato benedetto dal Nichi
Nichi che ha lasciato la carica di governatore della Puglia con una voragine nella Sanità pugliese di 1 miliardo e 400 milioni
ma a differenza del suo antico maestro Fausto Bertinotti ha almeno rinunciato all'idea dell'abolizione della proprietà privata
“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)
attendiamo il ritorno di Fernando Rossi e Franco Turigliatto
“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)