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Fantastic news has been home of many television news today: Dr. Joan Massagué and his team of oncologists, based in New York has made an important, perhaps crucial breakthrough in breast cancer, so much so that after five years mortality from this cause could, almost, eradicated.
But the beauty of the news item has a counterpoint. Dr. Massagué works, as was said in New York. As most of our Catalan and English "universal", have had to flee honking of choking smell feet in this country as much as science and technology. But this is still not what I meant.
In do not know what I think chain-TV3 have interviewed him in his office and there, right next to the renowned doctor was the image reproduced here, a graphic that Miro painted for the flag of Spain at Paris Expo 1937, calling for international aid to the English Republic.
thought I had made a grace for the life of the placard. He has produced the very headwaters of sarcasm current appeal for help to a technologically and scientifically Spain made a fox, ruled out of ignorance, illiteracy, mediocrity, the shamelessness, corruption and bullshit, which, as we see precisely these days in the network, nothing desperately not to drown in shit.
There it was: the doctor who had to emigrate glorious to reach the top, asking allegorically to help to the country eaten by the lousy and infamy.
In one of those entries I have for back there, saying that these big birds of good vibes and political correctness are perfectly capable, among their language tiresome, ridiculous and obtuse, and his stubborn machaconería to convert into something more just hateful cause. Really, this guild you still drink less than the $ EAG and see that it is difficult (though not as alien to each other and vice versa, but, well, that's another matter.)
As is well known even to the blind, deaf, now have taken on climate change.
I, the truth, I have enough knowledge to take sides on an issue as difficult and complex. There are important scientific centers of human guilt categorically say climate change and cores, not least, to deny with equal severity, at least as a factor. Of course, each accusing the other (and the other to some) to be sold to such and such interests, so that very few ordinary citizens are trying to get the water clear despite our astronomical distance academic a simple first year physics, we were fast on the issue.
But if we find that criminological principle beneficiary of the crime to reach the author ... then pass the questions to be large.
First question from head to toe portrays the stupidity of political correctness: unanimity. When there is unanimity, no cheating, for sure. If the dissent is muted because they fear and if fear is because most likely be armed with compelling reasons that should prevent enunciate. Consider, for example, in the unanimity of politicians on the issue of intellectual property. Unable to agree even in the most serious and most disturbing to the public, when it comes to the interests of the $ GAME, go to God, man, you do not, or to negotiate: the unanimity comes smoothly and with that stinky smell axiom Fair around a hundred.
second question: it seems that climate change has come suddenly. For two, three or full stretch, four years, climate change, Greenpeace and that only spoke only when they were bored while cleaning the bottoms of boats. And suddenly, it seems that climate change is something slightly less than Al Qaeda. Sometimes I lie on the couch and think that things look from the Middle East is going to Yankees inevitably hands, so that oil is becoming more elusive (and not its price, but its control) and more likely to be used as a weapon than it was in 1972. Meanwhile gets nuclear fusion, it will come, but long way to go, and shown that the energy sources called "renewable" may be interesting alternatives to the local level but are unable to sustain a permanent or indefinite, in fact, are unable to even trying to cope with massive industrial-supplies or large concentrations of people ... How can we do for staff to swallow with nuclear fission? Well enough that the "scientific reports" raise sea level by 2075 at a rate of one meter per week and for next year, to citizens greener and greener volunteered to turn rusty Ascó artifacts with their own blows. Be achieved negociazo revive nuclear power plant (very cheap electricity charged to the user as if it were gold jet) and neutralize as collective danger, a Middle East that Islamic fundamentalism has been out of control. If oil were to be only necessary to manufacture cheap synthetic materials, the West could amply self-sufficient (in fact, has always been said that although were inexhaustible, using oil as fuel is an animal equivalent to light cigarettes with banknotes of 50).
Third question: the weather, and the scheme is very recent. The statistics with which barely works in a short-or exceed-the couple of centuries. Moreover, old and documented observations we have made clear that the climate undergoes cyclical changes for reasons that are not magic, that will have an explanation somewhere, but as yet unknown. But it seems that there was a global warming in the Middle Ages and then to the eighteenth experienced what is often called small glaciation. So much so, I've read, and more than once, the famous retreat of Arctic ice masses would be but the fact that they are returning to the level they were in (more or idiots) 1700. It turns out that we live on a planet (with a core temperature scrotumtightening very dense) and to pass certain things no human hand is needed. On the other hand, you sit to contemplate a world map, a globe, so to speak, and tries to scale emissions, and even confessed to ignorance, it seems that human activity is enough to all that dynamic loading. The world is very large, much, much, much it hard to believe that, for millions to be, a Foul strollers can alter your balance.
top, go UN tinkering on the invention and when the gang goes unpresentable Hottentots tinkering on something, bad business. Those foul everything they touch (if this mob him to get something clean at all).
I do not know why, but, well, a pure instinct, I will recommend to my daughters do not hesitate to get out of Spain to the minor but good-chance, but I say that not in a hurry for booking ticket Mars
That comes as no detergent river.
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If one takes a liter of exquisite perfume mixed with one liter of shit, it is clear that nobody is going to apply this lotion because, obviously, will not smell anything right for more that 50 100 of Gluehird is composed of aromatic ambrosia. The same thing happens when you take a few truths and mix to coat with a few lies: the result is unpresentable, if over, the mixture is not a bag but somehow, with some forethought and intelligence, ie, under the formula, and if, above, the formula does not mix truth and lies at 50 100, but the proportion of the latter is higher, as we more than a simple lie: we have a pure and simple handling. It can also be handled with as general truth which is true, at best, partial or sector. If both manipulations are fused into one, we then face the summum the matter and then not call it an abomination but roundly, hijaputez.
These are the thoughts that come to mind after watching tonight, last night, for readers, the program "Second Citizens" issued by Telemadrid a few days ago. The fit here for the reader who wants to see it as I have seen.
Well, develop, saying that ...
In Catalunya we have a serious language problem, but that has nothing to do with the false linguistic problem that the bastards of certain bands and of some other bastards want us to see.
Our language problem has two projections, two vectors: the exterior, consisting of a historic stupefaction by the majority of the English to the fact that a portion of [here put country, state, nation, region or As you exit the cataplines] you have and habitualente used as their own, other than the common language of the common understood in both senses of the most widespread and used between citizens of different native language to understand each other, the astonishment, long, real substance history does not diminish with the passage of time and occasionally have "peaks" up (almost never down) and the internal vector lies in a bunch of hacks, bitter-with good reason, really eye-for miserly a stinking Spain, there is nothing new under the sun, which one day they could think of nothing more than establish that the language-a clear lack of anything else-was the defining element of a nation and as the course not too long was showing every minute that was not sustained, apart from exercising a kind of paroxysm language, began to make a cartoon of the entire environment of the alleged nation from ancient customs to the same daily routine of this happening, missing no more, by the very history that made the victim and slave of a neomitología there to shit.
and ordinary citizens to walk, we walk as we can in our own-there-normal ancestral language that in the past nearly six hundred years-that is, just yesterday, "is the coexistence, in changing proportions according to the historical moment two languages. Because there may be remembered, namely, would the whole world know that having no children in 1410 breaking Martí l'Huma (English notation, Martin R The People, also called Ben Sira), the last king of Aragon direct descendant home county of Barcelona, \u200b\u200btook the Crown of Aragon Trastámara house in the person of Fernando de Antequera, first in the Crown (Ferran I, Catalan notation) was born in Medina del Campo (today the province of Valladolid, Castile and lion) as a result of the Compromise of Caspe. Of course, the accession to the throne of Trastámara Fernandito friend had no linguistic effects immediate Catalan society, but that opened the first hole through which penetrated the first molecules (virus, for the Taliban language) of bilingualism, despite many asshole, Catalunya would make one of the [here put countries, states, nations, regions or you exit the cataplones] culturally rich part of Spain and abroad.
From a little later, and I say that in different proportions, there has always been here two linguistic communities (which is also true that not always gotten along, but this was not authorized to say that I always have been wrong) today, subject and with the permission of the sons of Allah, go half and half, but the growing number of children of Atahualpa seems to forecast a future of true prevalence English linguistics depends on how it occurs, if it occurs, its absorption language in terms of generations.
is right therefore to say that Catalan is the language of Catalonia, but it was not strictly true also deny this property into Castilian. And that may not like many, indeed, among them perhaps, and with many nuances, to me, especially since, when two languages \u200b\u200bcoexist, the prevalence of means, this is the drawer, the decline of jodería another and I lost a lot that Catalan, but in this world everything is moving, I think I told Santa Teresa, who did not understand Catalan middle cake but had plenty of wisdom.
From there, we enter the realm of tacky and pissed off politician.
a canary based in Sitges from early 80-or who has been here, at least, a quarter-century with a daughter who, being in school age will be born [living parents] here, complain that classes do not give entirely in Castilian and continue complaining when he offered to talk to the girl because then you feel Castilian discriminated against (what to do? deported from Logrono to fifteen children to the baby you can mount a differential circuit in Castilian?), what can I say, it smells bad. Smells like politics. Like the forger of education by the Government, when he says so quiet that asking school in Castilian, given that the law is fulfilled, when everyone here knows that this is false, that such failure to the truth by blatant and deliberately. Moreover, as a parent, you must be stupid to deny a child the privilege of bilingualism (if home is in Castilian language immersion, nothing happens because he has at school in Catalan, one place Moreover, where there is in that language), but the canary in question has already struggled with her daughter when it grows up and see what has been lost gaining nothing. Then that man (and if not him, someone else like him) will spend three or four thousand euros to bring the child to Ireland to immerse linguistically in English is that language immersion is not evil.
What happens is that television pamphlet explains this problem as if it were widespread, and not true. not true, I insist. There are some cases, it is true, but very few, very exceptional. It is also true that they have been given properly and nationalist fear that the example be extended if agreed to their demands (in fact conform with the law) has done that, stupidly, is bolted any alternative. But no-repeat: no - widespread conflict in the Catalan School in the linguistic field, although that may mean nothing: yes you should be conflict-and severe-in terms of quality and structure content (whether in any language) nor any. That same night, at dinner, I told my daughter that the general of his generation burrez only be surpassed by that of their children, if it is not severe remedy this situation (and I do not speak the language now.)
Nationalism has done many stupid things. Some really outlandish, parochial and improper of its protagonist: it is hard not to remember that a law unnecessarily harsh language policy exists because one night grabbed a balloon Jordi Pujol wanting to go to the movies and do not find a single film in Catalan. I'll talk about why movies are not public Catalan, which is not for political reasons or for general abomination to the Catalan language. But the language law itself will recognize a virtue that no one in Catalunya, can refuse to understand me if I speak in Catalan and this is a sport (the you speak the language of the Empire ) that was long time since practiced here and have risen by golly, a certain English speakers, precisely, not English. And it does not pass there. As no step because an Italian lady complain, as in the libel-immersion in Catalan language, if you do not like, you know, Florence is lovely this time of year, European citizenship is not given for both on and off home, the law is the law and fuck san fell on that day. One of Burgos or Salamanca, it is, one that has no ID, no. Radically, no.
Anyway, my daughter would say, and grated (I imagine that will come from "scratch", which seems more abrasive than "scratch") have to be a Catalan laps every few minutes. Still have much to say, but I refer to other pans in which left and the subject.
Incidentally, a note of demagogy priceless thing that telemadrileña: it is intended that the court also forces children to speak Catalan, as if to say they were not allowed to speak in Castilian. Incidentally, this is rigurosísimanente false, so much so that the language Talibanism (barretina sector) is tearing their hair out because in his view, "Catalan has earned in the classroom but has lost in the yard," which fits ill with his obligation in the latter. The nice thing is that to illustrate the repression anticastellana in the courtyard, TV peper the question asks about children who, indeed, plaintiffs respond that the court prohibit them from speaking their language and forced them to do it in Catalan. A testimony incriminating ... not be because such children have an accent or Arabic urdu scrotumtightening. And no, speak Urdu or Arabic in a public school is not a constitutional right.
feel.
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Long paella is today. Maybe a little stick to my brave, but the demagoguery that vomits Catalan theme both inside and outside Catalonia is outrageous. I know it's a lost war, the existence of the Catalan never be digested, in general, in Spain monolingual and any excuse, reasonable or not, it's good to throw the cavalry weapon rare in a country that, at the time , went down in history, among other things, by their infantry.
have been many things in the pipeline, because three Thursday without paella is very fast and abstinence but, well, I go catching up.
On Thursday, my dear, is 19, the feast of St. Leo IX, pope during whose term of office was consummated the schism of the East. Alsatian and almost certainly was germanohablante. If you come to speak Catalan, the poor lion, half Spain is now the Greek Orthodox and canonize him rather than have given him a kick in the butt.
Quosque tandem, Catilina, abuteris patientia nostra? This spoiling the filthy Cicero said his constant maneuvering Catiline conspiracy, and both Catiline abused the patience of many who, finally had to get the hell-a coltsfoot, they say, to save their cataplines to be cut into thin slices. Or worse, because the Romans of that time went with no fuss at the time of reckoning with the traitors.
long ago that we are repeating this phrase rather than to the $ EAG-also-as the Government is, and beyond doubt, the unconditional service of the mandates of the silly soup. It happens that the patience of composure, rather, of the English itself gives a lot more than that of Cicero, but everything has a limit. And the bad (how awful, rather) of the English is that these payments do not usually experience a warming progressive it possible to see the fireworks come the end, no. Here the anger is so bajini mumbles, in taverns, brothels and gossip, some even experiencing anger itself: just go by as he does not know. And one day, without warning, bang, pop. Goes wrong a bullfight and burned convents. Damn! What happened? Well, that's what happens, that even the most mansurrón Halter swells unnamable one day and starts to spread horns, but also to bad blood, not the bull that goes from the front and right.
breakfast dirty tricks the very day of Passover rentrée (we have made Easter never better, actually) to learn, Association of Internet via , that if we do not stock, two cups and that if we did not want censorship of websites, now we will have and private hand supported by the machine guns of the Civil Guard ("the commander Salom front SUPOS I? ). So the Committee of Secretaries will propose to the Council of Ministers to read as LISI (Law to Promote the Information Society, touch your nose) which requires service providers to block or disable allegedly contained illegal ... Mandated by the $ EAG and other entities Similar!
is to be seen to be believed .. and not even seeing it. Moreover, as usual, have done surreptitiously, on the sly to see if we are lucky and when we came to find out we were already sold fish.
As I said in my previous post, about the million signatures has worried many. We know, moreover, that some years ago in the $ EAG sparking the torrential flow down from the Internet against him, initiated precisely by the Association of Internet, but followed an almost mass and that it now begins to transcend beyond the network. Politicians serve the soup are stupid shit scared at the price, nothing improbable and yes very palpable-they will have to pay if they continue with full support for the medieval and feudal tribute depletes the city and has managed to put in place including, industry and society civil. What that "we must stop this as" is a phrase constantly repeated, daily, almost hourly, in the local management entities money-grubbing copyright rights. The last straw had to reach them now, when politicians have seen their jacket for the first time and making repairs to their mandates. Few objections, but some, no doubt. Otherwise, no explanation of the Clos and Comedieta Dixie. Milk, guys, is that these people bitten hard and now also have teamed up with powerful sectors ... and we have elections just around the corner first and then municipal and regional general. Solution: we have to silence these people as is.
First try: administrative censorship. No school. The electronic assholes ride the big fight and from prosecutors and some sectors of the judiciary is warned that it will not brew its collision against the Constitution is so obvious that any attempt to exercise the pop will fall at first instance . Second attempt: the skid. What if censorship, rather than administrative, private? Ah! It has fewer risks: if it works, all happy, does not operate, the which will be shorn censorious private entities, the parties do not know, do not answer. Total to benefit Autism Teddy Bautista. What cuckoos are! Or at least that is what they think ...
Of course, we must stop this second attempt. As expected, we are in the same dynamic that software patents, have been proposed for censorship at all costs and will not hesitate to play as dirty as necessary to exercise it.
From the Internet Users Association has warned that if this text is approved by the Cabinet, be touch beheading. Of course, we could reach that far. And see if the city from outside the network is giving account, between one thing and another, which you are riding without his being aware of it (within the network, we know too well: for that they want to cover our mouth).
The attempt, like the previous one, will die in an instance or another. If you have to reach the constitutional, it will come. And in any case, the same way that ignored the ominous buying canon Luxembourg, Andorra or Portugal (does anyone, by the way, has seen what is the case in Gibraltar?) Circumvent the leading English private censure our content to foreign servers. And another sector of the industry that will go to hell, so if you do not want to pass them as their prime manufacturers of CD and DVD, and can put the batteries and start to rock before that Brown is irreversible, they are not going to happen as others doing the Boabdil walk the seven seas.
You will not need to come to that, however. We have a Title 8 th in the Constitution which clearly goes beyond any possible interpretation. And, at worst, there is always Strasbourg (and will not hesitate to go, if necessary: \u200b\u200bno need to ask Victor Domingo to know.)
And this is the real challenge and the true conclusion will come any day, if they have not arrived, which surprised me that they had not arrived. We have to tread gingerly because not be surprising that one of these days to prepare an attack on our constitutional rights and the freedom of expression, that so much now that we can burn them to exercise and the much laughed at us when we had to hand it means, of indeed, ours. Any day on the pretext of arranging the thing for a princess not left behind a princess might try sneak in a reduction rondón fat, blend easily into four or five positions seemingly innocuous terms as well, the air in a additional provision, which gives the same administrative powers disciplencia at that time a captain of the Dolls authority granted to the military, of course. They have no scruples and are seeing each day as far as the insanity, venality and teasing.
Anyway, let it be known: the enemy is very powerful, much more, even, than we suspect (and I suspect overwhelming) and only a strong and massive civic action can stop it. We can not trust any party ( have betrayed us all at one time or another) and we have no friends in this war. Only we, the citizens, the teeth and the belt tight, we can stop the mob.
Two weeks long. Long, or have been a few days over 14, and long, because there have been endless. But in the end, we're here with a brand new connection to the old Timofonica by a three-megabyte connection that is less than one, as usually happens in this fucking country, which cost me shouting, anger, screaming and, well, have had to finish solving the sad old procedure calls to the buddy.
migration also server and CMS has made me and I have water stuck in a war trench that leads nowhere. I hope that when the reinforcements come back from holiday to go ahead with the case and finally bring it out.
And I've been made and disconnected in a couple of weeks already, and ... Let's see what has been and catch up ...
Som a military
" All Against Canon " presented in Parliament a million signatures against the brutality of the silly soup. By now, more than one million but, well, at that time were one million sixty-odd thousand. And there was fucking, of course. Too much, a million firms, and is much more like a Hexacostés of local and regional elections. Consequently, the river has declined media these days that no confederation basin contain it and to any political party seems to want to capitalize on a very poor brass medallion hung from the burladero-and the bull well tied by an almost unanimous " when things went by Parliament. Banter is the thing. Just yesterday I read out there who is curious how the parties are divided to kill in extremely serious issues such as terrorism, foreign policy or military intervention in areas of English conflict, but as soon as Teddy Bautista plays the whistle, firm, ar, and vote as one man, but one or two senators who serve as playing to the gallery any mental reservation and ask, well, that just the tip, I would say Perez-Reverte. Rinse often.
The ball is on the roof of Clos and Dixie who staged an operetta of disagreement more false than three euros a ticket because when two members of a government there is a disagreement on something concrete, there a guy named president charged, among other things, resolve the issue. But the canon is not, as they say in these cases, a hot potato but a toast from a bottle of vitriol and one of nitroglycerin and everyone wants to be away if any of the bottles were broken, it will break.
The incredible chutzpah exercise conducted by two ministers, after which skirts the other encoder, the President is not the front but behind all-skipping Act flagrant and inexcusable to delay the issue until after the election, we must see to believe. But that is not what we see now, simply beating around the bush until it passes the current electoral process, is that some say could be waiting until late July for the stabbing endin fully exodus holiday, you know, out of sight, raincoat stolen. There would be nothing new under the sun, remember that in the summer of 2003, so now weeping and $ EAG ASIMELEC endin us his knife to veintitantísimos July.
What I wonder is: if the term expired, less than a year, the polls predicted a good time to sociatas election in October, for instance, and early elections this month (almost no would not advance) ... Would he have to wait for the decision on the fee to the government resulting from the new elections? Would they pass Clos and Dixie deadly vials, and the subsequent brown- to their successors? "The final decision was to wait until Christmas or maybe even Carnival? How can one another, the law passed by the lining of the etcetera?
canon This is a very serious issue. grave per se, but very serious, perhaps even more-for all that holds: what happens behind the scenes for a government (and opposition toooooda), instead of sending to hell in a small well-fed bunch of bums, turn a deaf ear to more than evident clamor of the citizenry, and virtually the entire play, because it plays, there is no to see which are mounted for sideways through thick and thin?
What kind of real power are actually $ EAG and the rest of the gang? What else control it? What other decision centers dominate? How and why?
is very, very, serious.
The other canon: card points
seemed, thought so, that would work. This past summer, all the cars going by highway with the automatic set at 130 km / h speed limit almost (132) of theoretical radar activation punitive. Some, well, isolated, perhaps dared to get to 140 or 145, in despair at the syndrome-dangerous, moreover, the "formation flight" caused by the circular firing millimeter distances and invariable total, up to 152 km / h there is no danger of losing points and the risk is called "100 euro fine." A bitch, but bearable.
On the positive side of the case, the grace that made me move in the left lane and take back the cagabidets an "Audi" quiet as a lamb and without resorting to headlights or anything (I've never understood why they have the " Audi "or what type of clientele is yours, 'Mercedes' and "BMW" behave, in general, civil law, while the phantoms of the four-rings also function as a general-highway hogs, find out the reason as rare as some association Gylippus ... I mean, man-mark .)
But the joy would not last long. In a couple of trips this fall and winter, I could see that the national sobrancia had lost their fear and I circulated to 130, more than once was slow even for the middle lane of a three-by-track direction of travel, while the left by four-wheel fighter bombers passed without seeing them almost time to color.
Normal: the panic the first time, the paralegal market (Internet) is full of anti-radar devices and laser inhibitors, even without being at 100 by 100 effective the latter, reducing the chances of being caught a line segment so low that it negligible. And, of course, cracking legal issue: the family of points common pot (including the card's grandfather, who ten years ago does not take a flyer), and more than enough for holding and without grandparents, action for refusing to testify who was driving the car fired, leading to a multazo 2,000 euros (I think it is 2,000) but not the loss of points.
All these measures have left reduced to rubble, and eye, which was predictable, the enormous waste sociata, beret beret and in electronic arsenal of repression.
And sing numbers: the second time in a year of out-return operation, the number of deaths in road-to eight-twenty in the afternoon of day 9, this writing-already exceeds by two or three to the same occasion last year in which, remember, the card was not in place on points. Great
failure because of the system, which is not surprising the political illiteracy of its supporters, and perhaps raising success in fines, but would have to subtract the cost in "electronic warfare" of all the junk useless riding in their car Poly countless bodies of this country.
in Victoria and it is doubtful if "Pyrrhic.
The week [before] Santa and the city is
If not out of the city, almost never leave home for the holidays. The possibility of encountering any tacky show prepared by the mayor in office is depressingly high, and at home with the TV off or remote ready to zapping the less aggressive propaganda political in origin, one is at your leisure comfortably.
Easter was an exception to this rule. It was the only time when this unfortunate Cábila was bearable and I could enjoy a level of exercise of citizenship. Herds of compulsive idle starts with a fresh wind to give the ass a peaceful inhabitants of the coast or the mountains that had caused them no harm (the hospitality trade and much of the tourist areas are not "peaceful inhabitants the sea or mountain "but, in general, import personal domestic or international) and in the city four and stayed out all our quiet city, quiet, relaxed and peaceful disposition.
But no more. No we were lucky that a good car accident offal material became the son of a bitch who, seeing Barcelona Good Friday, said, "there's gold in that quiet." And, for about five or seven years, our export of idiots turned the importation of barter flight guiris shop around a hundred and Nordic churrasco cruises.
Every day I load more tourism, actively and passively.
For active every day but I feel like, I hate starting to hate African-deep, visceral-terminals of large airports (if that can be called "great" that crap infect Madrid and Barcelona with his "T" for included), and also, once loaded, the plane is what it was before: it seems a common bus line (uncomfortable, dirty, narrow and smelly) with the particularity that rises from the ground. The road is disgusting since the idiots have taken it with speed, and for good, and travel is eternal, inexhaustible and encabronantes. Not even the air conditioning and adjustable seats for twelve thousand points finish the fucking prevent painful journey, dubbed a four, with the skin greasy, dirty and bad temper. And crew Boat less than I trust a cloud on the mountain in late August, ho, brave guild (as have other newspapers one week and forty below as well). Only the train remains more or less with its old charm: in it, the filth, the sweltering heat or cold, annoying, intrusive employee, travel companion pig, part of their tradition and their ancestral color, but not A proposal is comfortable for a family outing.
Tourism we receive, however, is getting what he failed to achieve the Islamists and aunts with a cloth on the roof: I go back could not be more xenophobic. Xenophobic really, not in the sense given at the end of meavallas of good vibes. The individual is foreign to me, and every day more so, a rompehuevos is fucking me in my own house, packed my walks, that keeps me quiet access to my market, which will not let me enjoy my monuments of my architecture, my urban landscape (fortunately, I can still enjoy my museums, provided they are not fashionable this crap as Nordic is functionally illiterate as the local crap we sent them there, but museums are not everything.) A I rompehuevos high prices, who mistreats my flowerbeds, vomiting and pees at the door of my house. A few-very few- make a killing with fucking guiris and, like the ETA, socialize suffering: they are lined and citizens are the ones who endure the disgusting filth. Caterers we steal, we steal, because the facilities-and beer-serving meadillos be yours, but the city, the country is mine, is ours. And we have taken with the complicity of a nefarious mayor that if there is no remedy, and there will be, "will one heir who will go for them.
It has been six or seven weeks holy that I never leave home. Why?
And tomorrow, today, for the reader, the rentrée this quarter. We have charged the batteries, they say (although I'm not sure who the downloads or what, but anyway ...) and we're ready for combat. So much so that tomorrow will be travel agents crowded booking tickets and hotels for the bridge on May 1. But we stay here we should not worry (well, I'm not going to worry at all): the illustrious heir and Pontius of this unfortunate city, we have prepared some underwear to add to the cooked guiris rivers that fill the city we shit.
is what it is about the panem et circus: when there is one, you swallow it endin-to-another.
