Hello everyone / and
today I did not menstruate, but the incazzatura has stopped running .... to start flying to outer space, to the country house Dr. Spock.
But What a fucking country are we?
rhetorical question these days, I know. I realize this.
short, Berlusconi on board his Alzheimer mixed with "an unusual omnipotence, God decided to make further and violent with his shitty ethics from door-to-door seller.
But who is he? What do you want?
Eluana what he wanted? What he wanted for himself, I mean? We can not know, but it seems that this Berlusca to-God did not give a moldy cucumber.
We missed only that, from its heels, we dispense these minchiatine rhetoric of respectability-bad-national-popular.
I was incredulos.
But a man so why do not you intern in a clinic lifetime trichological ... ? So finally be able to cultivate his little garden in the head without being sick to his every appearance with the greenhouse by growing hair that is, illusory as it is, that no one has noticed.
Dear Knight, come down from his horse and goes to play the harp!
Dear Mr. Englaro, if lei la smettesse di farci vedere quelle foto di Eluana (cosi bella, una volta) e ce la facesse vedere - così com'è - nel suo cadaverico pallore forse tutto sarebbe diverso.
Eluana, perdonaci!!! Abbiamo fatto fuori tutta la nostra umanità.
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