Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Could Lump On Abdomen Be Gallstones

Autumn Reflections

I finally decided to return, if only to convince myself that it is not yet time to close the blog ...
not for lack of argument, of course. Things to say there would be too many. What's really puzzling me lately is that the arguments at the heart of the Italian socio-political debate is precisely nothing interesting. Placing an Or we dwell, to skip the things that serve the country. The starting point for this reflection gave me a service in which the news strip Staffelli tried to deliver the golden tapir architect Fuksas. I will not explain what is happening (for those who want the Internet is the video, HERE ) I would simply point out the response of Fuksas: "The Tapir give it to your master, give it to the Popes."
Behold, here I dropped my arms. There can be no political debate, there can be no dialogue, there is no comparison, if the other is considered a kind of dictator. No need to list the reasons for inconsistent to support this thesis, we certainly think some liberal bloggers in the space reserved for comments (of course, unaware that as far as is widely expected ...). Obviously if the other is reduced to a subspecies of the dregs of society, to be killed a caiman, a perverted satyr, is loooong easier afford the luxury of not respond. Obviously, without realizing (again, Is he not aware that the so-called progressives just about anything Italian?) That the real reason is lack of counter arguments by which proposals can not be shared certainly is much better.
If you destroys the other person does not need to go in search of an answer. That probably do not know, why do not exist.

Here, these are the issues that block the debate in Italy. The problem is those who think of the Latvian electorate without thinking of others really. Who should look at 5000 photos taken with a telephoto lens or listen to audio files of very poor quality recorded by maximum age of a bitch out. I could no longer find clients that the fund appointments at the hairdresser dyeing gives you (literally) set to gossip in the palaces of the policy.
Again for the avoidance of doubt for the newcomers among the few readers of this blog: I've never been and never will be Berlusconi. I find it a circus animal, the kind that can go in and see them back in their cages. From this point of view is all in a circus juggler and the magician, the clown (unfortunately) and the presenter, the lion tamer and trapeze artist. I admire him and I hate it, the Pres.del.Cons. I know that could do the same things he does not being able to stand on the jewelry prpossimo and it does not. Deliberately. And this would be to slap at times. But all in all it is better to keep it close, given the alternatives. Long-time Democrat, Communist or cleaned up the name but never repented or, worst of all, a bizarre combination of both. If this is the other pole of the bipolar Italic, forget it. Especially if one thinks that the opposition, the real (albeit with questionable content) makes it a newspaper of national circulation. Come to think about, are not even able to oppose, let alone take over the reins of the country.
The cdx is not to be made, but the CSX has made much worse. Ally with a sample in embarrass them. And they were convinced that he had dropped the radical left. But if the alliance were found. The wolf in sheep's clothing ... And yet they all agree to call into question the pact signed before the 2008 elections. These are suicides. And I really hope that the country will follow? They did not understand anything.
They are imploding and shouting the now impending downfall of the "regime" (which are 15 years if they tell). The usual story of the mote in others, and the beam in their own. Before I said things were happening under their nose and not even realize it.

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