Sassari, July 18, 2010. Fire in Serra Secca. (Arson, someone we can believe?!?) I wonder if the report really liked, anonymity Sassari. Was it a joke? Boh! But I take this opportunity. To say that in addition to ants, I think there's something to be dealt with in Italy. They are the only ones, along with spiders and grasshoppers, are worthy of note, giving a minimum of satisfaction. What else? What else remains to be said?
that Italy is for a fall? But we already know all, without exception, and nobody gives a shit. The money of the taxpayers that were intended for roads, schools, hospitals, transport, energy, water, etc etc, appear and disappear as the color of litmus test, to reappear in the pockets of politicians and their friends, but nobody gives a shit . There are countless politicians, of whatever affiliation, deputies or senators, investigated, extorted them and their relatives and friends, but nobody gives a shit. The important thing is that Belen and Corona, and Clooney or some other whore friends with powerful rejoice our days with their carousels.
burns again Sardinia, in Cagliari, Sassari, Olbia, unstoppable. To hear many, is good for the earth ... .. With this being said, someone cares sapere che non è così? L’importante è tenere la gente, il popolo, nell’ignoranza. A quei pochi che vorrebbero salvaguardarla, bruciano l’auto, o la campagna, consapevoli dell’impunità.
Se l’impunità ce l’hanno tutti i nostri politici, arraffoni spudorati come mai nella storia, vuoi che non l’abbia un incendiario, un benefattore della terra?
Le ingiustizie della nostra epoca non si contano più e diventa difficile parlarne senza tralasciarne qualcuna, tutte importanti, ma di cui non frega niente a nessuno.
Si vivacchia, si tira avanti. Si fa un reportage su qualcosa di leggero, innocente, perché la gente non ne vuol sentire di liti tra Soru e Cappellacci, could not care less!
The important thing is to wear the uniform of wool in summer sarda!
This is what people want.
better appearance, the form rather than substance.
What a disappointment this Sardinia, which is celebrating April 28, expulsion of Piedmont and Savoy to the title of streets and squares. What a disappointment, an island which could be great resources by tourism, or burn to see it as an alternative to strive for a chemical pollutant. What a disappointment, to feel the Sardinians speak with affection and trust Berlusconi, after his faithful friends have taken away many millions of resources and continue to do, so we are all fools.
What a disappointment the CGIL, the only union still on the side of workers, which to my requests, legitimate, sacrosanct, is a deaf ear. Why, incidentally, the managers of public and private companies (especially the schools) are all on the left, convinced communist, complete with a party card, the most zealous activists.
But how much are classist?
What a disappointment to realize that you are a card number, a resource, but you're no good. Make number, need to get a quorum to approve things that do not concern you! And while you're there, trying to figure out who I am and where I (what am I doing here), plays a lot of big words and useless intellectuals. Who am I doing this to waste any more time to listen to shit? I do not care anything about the news of fruitless meetings to decide how many regional secretaries, three, eight, one .... And while they will meet to decide on this bloody and extremely important for union democracy, listening even more. For example, in the new contract not yet in force, it asks teachers to record attendance, like any other worker, and some institutions have already arisen, prepare appeals and legal loopholes. Never be a teacher from falling and punch! Freedom of teaching!
And that has to do with freedom of teaching? Did you hear those records the presence slave? Timbrare un cartellino quattro volte al mese è chiedere troppo? Ma qui si scivola facilmente nella guerra tra poveri, un altro tranello berlusconiano.
Facendo i conti, a me verranno sessanta euro di aumento, lordi, il che equivale a uno stipendio minore di mille euro mensili; meno di quanto hanno tagliato agli onorevoli: mille euro al mese. Che, immagino, saranno presto coperti da rimborsi e quant’altro. Tanto siam tutti fessi. Ma dopotutto che può pretendere una bidella? Non fa nulla tutto il giorno, seduta su una sedia a osservare chi va e chi viene, chi fa cosa e chi dice cosa. Ah… tutti al di sopra d’ogni sospetto, corretti e ligi al dovere. Offrono pure il caffè, per dimostrare che sono in torto quando ciancio of classism. But is not the coffee that interests me. As the great speeches on security, on the obligations and duties. On the money spent because we are all safe. All of them? If my place is as unsafe to be there .... how many times I hit my head on that wall .... The copier in the nose .... The current noise ... .. Not to mention that thing hanging over my head ... Maybe someday I'll finish this size to break the Maronites. Meanwhile
Sardinia burn .... Sicily, Calabria, South ... All the burns. Where there is more poverty and, no offense, where there is more ignorance, which goes hand in hand.
We hope that the fire ants, those savings, the only, ultimately, worthy of attention.
that Italy is for a fall? But we already know all, without exception, and nobody gives a shit. The money of the taxpayers that were intended for roads, schools, hospitals, transport, energy, water, etc etc, appear and disappear as the color of litmus test, to reappear in the pockets of politicians and their friends, but nobody gives a shit . There are countless politicians, of whatever affiliation, deputies or senators, investigated, extorted them and their relatives and friends, but nobody gives a shit. The important thing is that Belen and Corona, and Clooney or some other whore friends with powerful rejoice our days with their carousels.
burns again Sardinia, in Cagliari, Sassari, Olbia, unstoppable. To hear many, is good for the earth ... .. With this being said, someone cares sapere che non è così? L’importante è tenere la gente, il popolo, nell’ignoranza. A quei pochi che vorrebbero salvaguardarla, bruciano l’auto, o la campagna, consapevoli dell’impunità.
Se l’impunità ce l’hanno tutti i nostri politici, arraffoni spudorati come mai nella storia, vuoi che non l’abbia un incendiario, un benefattore della terra?
Le ingiustizie della nostra epoca non si contano più e diventa difficile parlarne senza tralasciarne qualcuna, tutte importanti, ma di cui non frega niente a nessuno.
Si vivacchia, si tira avanti. Si fa un reportage su qualcosa di leggero, innocente, perché la gente non ne vuol sentire di liti tra Soru e Cappellacci, could not care less!
The important thing is to wear the uniform of wool in summer sarda!
This is what people want.
better appearance, the form rather than substance.
What a disappointment this Sardinia, which is celebrating April 28, expulsion of Piedmont and Savoy to the title of streets and squares. What a disappointment, an island which could be great resources by tourism, or burn to see it as an alternative to strive for a chemical pollutant. What a disappointment, to feel the Sardinians speak with affection and trust Berlusconi, after his faithful friends have taken away many millions of resources and continue to do, so we are all fools. What a disappointment the CGIL, the only union still on the side of workers, which to my requests, legitimate, sacrosanct, is a deaf ear. Why, incidentally, the managers of public and private companies (especially the schools) are all on the left, convinced communist, complete with a party card, the most zealous activists.
But how much are classist?
What a disappointment to realize that you are a card number, a resource, but you're no good. Make number, need to get a quorum to approve things that do not concern you! And while you're there, trying to figure out who I am and where I (what am I doing here), plays a lot of big words and useless intellectuals. Who am I doing this to waste any more time to listen to shit? I do not care anything about the news of fruitless meetings to decide how many regional secretaries, three, eight, one .... And while they will meet to decide on this bloody and extremely important for union democracy, listening even more. For example, in the new contract not yet in force, it asks teachers to record attendance, like any other worker, and some institutions have already arisen, prepare appeals and legal loopholes. Never be a teacher from falling and punch! Freedom of teaching!
And that has to do with freedom of teaching? Did you hear those records the presence slave? Timbrare un cartellino quattro volte al mese è chiedere troppo? Ma qui si scivola facilmente nella guerra tra poveri, un altro tranello berlusconiano.
Facendo i conti, a me verranno sessanta euro di aumento, lordi, il che equivale a uno stipendio minore di mille euro mensili; meno di quanto hanno tagliato agli onorevoli: mille euro al mese. Che, immagino, saranno presto coperti da rimborsi e quant’altro. Tanto siam tutti fessi. Ma dopotutto che può pretendere una bidella? Non fa nulla tutto il giorno, seduta su una sedia a osservare chi va e chi viene, chi fa cosa e chi dice cosa. Ah… tutti al di sopra d’ogni sospetto, corretti e ligi al dovere. Offrono pure il caffè, per dimostrare che sono in torto quando ciancio of classism. But is not the coffee that interests me. As the great speeches on security, on the obligations and duties. On the money spent because we are all safe. All of them? If my place is as unsafe to be there .... how many times I hit my head on that wall .... The copier in the nose .... The current noise ... .. Not to mention that thing hanging over my head ... Maybe someday I'll finish this size to break the Maronites. Meanwhile
Sardinia burn .... Sicily, Calabria, South ... All the burns. Where there is more poverty and, no offense, where there is more ignorance, which goes hand in hand.
We hope that the fire ants, those savings, the only, ultimately, worthy of attention.
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