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25 November: DAY TO COMBAT VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. ENORMOUS COCKS!

Newsflash: named after the egregious bullshit " March 8 - we women can now congratulate each other on having snatched another day in the calendar of those bumpkins with pea between his legs also known as men. But the goal is distant and the disparity is still too overwhelming, however, are other 363 days of difference between us and them.

Yeah, that's right, November 25 was chosen to celebrate the fight against violence against women. The news - I will tell you - left me puzzled because I was trying to figure out if there was a timetable in the same damn same day that celebrates the fight against violence on men. I checked, and that date does not exist. Shit, right there ... and this is wrong.

We have always been certain of violence by men, but I wonder why this same awareness we do not invest as bearers of an equal or perhaps even more brutal violence ... the men. Maybe because there's always been that we natural predisposition to feel victims of everything, the male cellulite, the double work, responsibilities, rip-affective depression. Maybe ... but I believe that this day does not exist for two outstanding reasons: the first has to do with the fact that men do not go around complaining like little girls .... The second concerns the particular nature of female violence.

psychology explains that men are certainly more direct expression of aggression: a healthy slap you give up, you mess up your make-up false-hooker, but then all things back into line. The point against them is obviously the visibility of their "wrong." That eye black is not in fact escaped the gaze of any cross-eyed idiot Vattelapesca center of social protection of defenseless women, who, with interviews and eye examinations are limited to noting the effects rather than investigating the causes. Result of the whole operation? An Oscar for Best Actor for his career after that of absolute Dellera Francesca in "The Liar". We

girls, conversely, not just the usual we are always talking about the monster that is out of us without even having the minimum wage of self-criticism that we can sgam "the killer that is in us," but even the critical capacity to understand the reason for that eye-in-style panda extinction. No, none of this. The reason - as the remaining theological virtues imprinted in our DNA by default - it is always our only option ... and we certainly do not miss the chance to assert in any situation. It's a bit 'like when the blacks are becoming and always wrong to be their victims of discrimination, even when things are different. And since our creativity has no limits, even when we are in the wrong, let us invoke self-defense.

The point is, dear friends and bad friends, which in the reality of things our aggressiveness is characterized by the noise of his weapons and to act indirectly. Yes, it is true, it is a violence that produces visible effects, but it is violence ... and some of its effects have a "lasting" much longer of a hematoma. And we know this. We know, for example - and that we experience every day with our friends and colleagues of-bitches - that what hurts is not a direct action, clear and obvious, as a mezzuccio, tease, un'angheria, a wrong word at the moment right. Look no further.

And maybe then, when viewed in this perspective, the question takes on an entirely different and unexpected significance: violence we are capable is the only thing that we really need to defend themselves. The load of hatred and resentment that we bring in is often the main cause of feeding and exacerbate tensions. The fact that we are not able to land a punch does not mean nothing, but it just means that means that we will know even more sharp and destructive of any of the weapons used in a frontal collision.

And so we return to this story of the November 25, and all the other crap that our dear Minister Carfagna champions. Oh, by the way, if we can defend ourselves from some of stalking - even if it's just us women who suffer it (all be verified) - what will defend us from the evil tongues, by those micro-behaviors that just on my nerves, by the insinuations made off with a smile, attitudes affecting the pride and dignity, he put the bitch who know present ... and horrors all the remaining flow of silence that we know necessary to create with careless or false innocence?

The answer is one and nobody.

So let us stop creating false myths: that of all female victims is something I believe (maybe) only men.

It is time to evolve dear friends, mewing and moaning could probably fool anyone, but I think we should just stop. I just do not do it più!!! E voi?

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AS SARAH SARAH ... A global failure

Il 2008 non è un anno che sarà facilmente dimenticato. Mai, infatti, avevamo assistito ad una serie perfetta di fallimenti clamorosi. E se è vero che s’impara più dalle sconfitte che dalle vittorie, allora possiamo dirci prossime ad essere le più erudite creature di tutto l’universo. Buco nero incluso… con buona pace di Naomi Campbell.

La prima della fortuna serie dal titolo “come mi suicido pubblicamente” è stata Miss-perfezione Ségolene Royal: abitino da professoressa, moglie perfetta, vocabolario aulico perfettissimo… tutto perfetto. L’unica imperfection was that monolith twenty yards on a favorite stand-style Bernadette. The men voted, hoping I could do to her what Lewinsky did to Bill Clinton, but women boycotted the French, should be good to put your feet on a man (we used to, no?), But a couple of those high heels ... no just could not bear it. What can I say? Sego has fully understood the lesson, otherwise it would explain the new look Samaritan barefoot faux-Joan-Baez-in-full-Woodstock. My sister - the one with Alzheimer's - is dressed the same way, and from which she stopped to break the boxes around, she found herself. It is not the only one: a year ago, a patrol anti-vagrancy has brought it back home after a long pilgrimage to the fair and confused white. Two weeks after the tragic event was elected mayor in the town of Petralia Sottana.

The second was in chronological order instead of "miss-blind-to-Sorrento-made-in-USA", aka Hillary Clinton. In his long life he pretended it did not see anything, much less that of her husband slobbering Vestino blue stain to the painfully sweet Monica by promising ... speaking skills and how to overcome her oral examinations, it did not. This year, ten years after blowjob most successful in history, the sweet Hillary began to walk between a convention and the other (together with a German shepherd cross on the back) in search of personal redemption. But you know, when things are already bad, often continue to get worse: blinded by ambition to make him see that spinach paunchy has forgotten that while they would also view all hypothetical voters. Results of the whole operation: a collective effort of a tsunami-like proportions of modest size, a bored husband and a daughter stops before (put some more not seen since the last catalog of Postal market). On the personal side, however, Hillary has not "seen" even a vote. Talk about the fate
... But I will tell you, I would be magnanimous, I cast my vote gliel'avrei given ... I would have voted for Braille.

In the race to the White House (some cultural legacies die hard in terms of domestic ambitions) is then checked her, Miss-pork-with-lipstick Palin. Until a few months ago no one knew ... except for a handful of frozen brain from neuron, which had made of sticks Findus governor of Alaska. Read by the social worker syndrome Romanian, has thought that his future could be in the arms and legs dell'incartapecorito-ultra-septuagenarian McCain, hoping to enjoy the "well deserved" power after its rapid demise.

Embraced warm affection for a machine gun Shoot-election of bullshit and a rouge-gloss dell'Avon No. 16 that gave her an air of both skilled nursing homes for sado-masochistic gay catchy name that's located in Via-Gra, our woman-woman-uoma from the vagina deadly U.S. has presented to the public in order to balance the smell of formaldehyde emanating from the Jurassic McCain toupee. After

how fragile the obvious enthusiasm for the new couple emerged from the "rack-pornoinfermiera stoned" that would be secured at least a vote of all the carers of America, things started to go wrong ... so much so that after the 'nth-power vagina and externalization of prima donna of the piece - McCain thought trumpet in progress, trying to limit the damage of an image just authoritative and successful. The fact Palin was hoping to convince us that it was time for the remake of Wonder Woman, but it was enough to fly above the binomial Mitra-vagina to win the undecided and cover up the extent of his political inexperience.

The day before the primary, taking leave from the stage of the last convention, Miss Piggy has mumbled a feeble " I hope I wake up at the White House . Prediction was never more apt: the house white was ... all right, but unfortunately there were a couple of red crosses on the outside and nailed a huge written statement " padded for bedroom, this way ." The people closest to her have confirmed that all things considered, "he took it well" (Vaseline offered by the Republican Party has had its effect) and that has put a mortgage on the 2012 elections. I do not know, but I think in four years, in addition to the mortgage must also make a nice adjustable rate mortgage ... for the amount of lipstick that will serve to restore the slop that has served up this year.


These are the facts. Now on to comments.
History has taught us - are now very erudite - that something is went the right way. From France to the U.S. bringing with it an echo spreads the good news: the cultural model produced by our grandmothers in the last century, proved unsuccessful. Very. Too.

Urge therefore a reflection, or rather a reorganization of the cognitive map, in short, after we walked in search of treasure, the only treasure we found was a peremptory message from the male world " baby, do not break my balls , the rings are there and the broom is in the closet! "

Metaphors aside, we could not convince anyone ... or any better. You this fact, our biggest mistake. In short, men, boys, do not believe in us was very clear from the primordial soup, but I do not believe even the women here ... we discovered this now. It is unclear whether this is just the absence of solidarity among women, what is certain is that we are ready for any passing culture. And this mainly because the model of girl power not only enchants, but does not embody any new ideal ... it's just aggression and desire for revenge, but in itself is a blank image that crumbles at the slightest hint of rationality: feminine noun, but only in the dictionary.
is no longer time for excuses and false identities.
way, do not call me more than Amanda ... my name is Nash. John Nash