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A specter is haunting in North Africa

think that there are people who, before the riots that broke out between the Maghreb and the Middle East continues to pose the question of whether or not he had reason Bush. Do not care for Bush, sorry, and then it was Bush who, after all. Here we need new ideas. To understand reality in a fast-moving. New theories. Original thinkers. For example, this gentleman:

the revolution, has some very interesting points of view. specter that hovers in North Africa and unity. It, and who does not want to share it and comment facebook (what you have done wrong and facebook), may do so below.

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If you think I plagiarized

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Prof. Hugo

Update: Hugo has apologized on his blog and now acknowledges the sources of the post that ... borrowed. As far as I'm concerned we're good like that.

"Personally, I am satisfied when my post or at least an article posted on this blog runs on the network.
The only thing I ask is to put a link to the site.
Then there is a 'Another class of cunning that not only copying, but even posting the' article with date prior to it, passing it off as their own.
The most odious ".


The script

I know that someone will think that this is just a pathetic attempt to save for a corner. Proff Hugo is now on my trail. He Ghebreigziabiher flush, and soon will find me. A matter of days, hours, maybe minutes.

But my repentance is sincere. Yet in the bottom of my heart I always knew I was doing something wrong, horribly wrong. I copied for months its good post, getting just a little 'with my prosaccia disgusting. I looted plunder, thinking that she would not never noticed. So much stuff is on the Internet for free, I thought.

The piece in Ferrara, for example. It's time to admit, it's flour sack. You can read the blog of Prof. Hugo, on the day of Monday, February 14 . I've got to be there, including this quote from Bertolt Brecht, which I do not know who he is (a bank burglar, I think) and I have published pre-dating it, so that all might believe that I had written myself. Because I'm smart, I, in my cialtronaggine. And since I do not write as good as Hugo, alas, I changed a few words here and there (eg I removed the references to his tumultuous personal life, I am not having any real "life" actually spend time on the internet to copy parts of others). I took many a head, to conceal the elegant style of Hugo. I replaced "Berlusconi" to "Psycho-pedo-popes," the hilarious epithet coined by Hugo, who is his most recognizable trademark. And then, feeling a bit 'I did, because it is details like these that you realize that person is poor: I plagiarized also comments . Yeah, I took the comments at the bottom of his piece, I've copied them and I reglued at the bottom of mine, because I like a good one to envy even Hugo's comments, if we had two dogs envious fleas in the balls.

But I've done worse. Wikimedia Italy a few weeks ago I asked for a contribution 10annidisapere.it , the blog that celebrates the tenth anniversary of Wikipedia. I accepted with enthusiasm, e. .. Since I did not even clear what it was, Wikipedia, I went to document in one of the few Italian blogs that are worth, of course Hugo's blog Proff (who also writes the Daily Done, no one knows where, maybe between the lines) . For where I found a piece with a very interesting point of view ... copy of that pat , again changing the style here and there, stretching the tasty broth with my insipid teaching experience, because no mi crederebbe, se di colpo mostrassi di saper scrivere bene come Hugo Proff.

Vent’anni dopo è successa una cosa straordinaria. La possibilità di andare su internet quando vogliamo. Qualsiasi domanda ci venga in mente… tu digiti, e in pochi secondi internet ti risponde. E così mi sono reso conto di una cosa. Oggi i computer assomigliano molto di meno a quegli scatoloni vuoti che ho cominciato a usare gli albori cibernetici, e molto di più a quei cervelloni che sognavo da bambino.

Twenty years later, something extraordinary happened. I have installed an interactive whiteboard in a classroom, and now we can go on the internet when we want. Any questions you can think of ... you type, internet and within seconds you respond. The boys get used right away, most of the rest has internet at home, and they do seek out, if only to find the specifications for a computer game. And so I realized something. Today computers look like much less to those empty boxes that I started to use in junior high, and more to those pundits who dreamed child. Watch how they use the Kids: ask questions, and the computer responds .

And then what else is there ... ah, yes, think in September Profs wrote another piece on the time of the long and curious religion, I do not know why he did it right at that moment: I only know that in that time I was desperately looking for interesting things write, and so ... yes, I copied that time also. No mercy. But to add verisimilitude to the thing, the pre- date five months to May 2010, realize my intelligence diabolica, in modo che sembrasse scritto immediatamente dopo la sentenza del Consiglio di Stato di cui si parla nel pezzo!

Bene, la pacchia è finita. Stamattina Hugo Proff si è accorto che un altro ladruncolo come me lo scopiazzava, e ha minacciato di tirar fuori il suo nome e il suo cognome, nientemeno! La gogna mediatica! La stessa che meriterei io. Spero soltanto che questo mio tardivo autodafé possa in qualche modo rabbonirlo.

Hugo, davvero, mi dispiace. Fino a un certo punto non mi ero nemmeno reso conto. Trovavo i tuoi contenuti in giro per la rete, tutto quel ben di Dio disponibile gratis, e pensavo che non ci fosse niente di male a rubare qualcosa che è gratis.

Ora ho capito that what I did is terribly serious and stupid. Stupid, because sooner or later you would have noticed. Serious, because looting your beautiful content, getting ugly with my style, and putting them in a circle with my name, I have removed the only property that you held: the ownership of your ideas ... but no, not that in reality, the ideas belong to everyone. Your style. That's all you are. And I got, I scrambled and I have started wearing it, shamefully. I could never get something worse?

Now what will you do? My complaint (after all, I have not respected the licenses)? Publish my name and my last name and IP address on a page well indexed by google, with the appropriate account and screenshots of all my misdeeds? Well, maybe I deserve it. We all know, google, what kind of person I am. And yet I beg for mercy. They are not bad. I'm just one who began to play without understanding the rules. At the bottom are still new environment.

I mean, if I remove all the pieces that I have plagiarized and apologizing publicly to all the people that I've plagiarized, you'd give me a second chance?
[Thanks to Mazzetta , as always].

Sharp Pulsating Pains In My Foot

Maybe we should intervene in Libya

Move it, Great Proletarian

- It may be that my country is not exactly the world whole, it may be that in a world of limited resources, my survival does not involve the survival of someone else then that is my enemy. Maybe I was not able to absorb as all the pain and injustice throughout the world, because they are not omnipotent, in fact. Maybe.

But I'm not even completely impotent: for example, could be Italy: Libya then it would be a clearing not far from my house, where at the time of his grandfather had also planted some flag. I do that for ten years I sign on the calendar to remind me to cry for the Sept. 11, what I write on my address book the twenty-one, on the twenty-two, twenty-three on February? "Nothing," as Louis XVI on 7/14/1789?

So please put aside the controversy over who has the most mawkish kissed and embraced Gaddafi. They did it all, from Andreotti to Berlusconi, if the latter in particular gave us the feeling of having dropped his pants, this is not the moment to reproach him with a lack of style that is chronic. This is the time of the disaster, the moment you set aside our quarrels family out there because they are our neighbors, who cry, and burn alive.

If I were in Italy, I'd be a nation in crisis, which is a blood stagliuzzando essential services (health, education, public safety, justice), but still does not cut a strategic sector. Defense. We spend every year 2% of GDP , something like 24 thousand million euro : they are a lot of money. Here, in fact. Where am I taking them? Now there's a mad arsonist, a murderess stragista friend who is bombing a people closer to home: I should not intervene? I'm not speaking for a lot less in the past? Where are my ship, my jet, my men? In Central Asia, to teach democracy to the stones. But we are sure that it is still a priority?

And the European Union where it is? Because if I Italy I would have the nagging feeling of being treated a bit 'I treat you like Libya, the poor relation and that stupid contract a refugee camp in beautiful seashore. It is not should call the wilderness, you see that here or the Mediterranean or sinking all? Who is responsible, if not us? In ten years we could have a North African civil, democratic, exchanging its huge energy resources in exchange for food (and Europe should have in surplus) to build infrastructure that absorbs labor from Europe and Black Africa. Or we have the north coast of the Sahel, the port of despair, a huge Somalia plagued by religious and tribal strife or contracted band of pirates. Democrats of the Left, cynics right, or vice versa; leaguers, nationalists, Catholics, I ask everyone: what it should have, in the clearing not far from our house? It may be that the fate Antarctica and Haiti are not dependent on us, but we really let a madman killing our neighbors? Excuse me, I would setup a pacifist, but I can not help asking myself the question: If I do not need armed forces to intervene in situations like this, why do I need to ? So, in short, for what I pay?

If you are one of those who had good reasons for the war in Afghanistan or Iraq, then please, multiply those good reasons for a hundred, a thousand. Gaddafi has weapons of mass destruction: the Gaddafi is using now.

If the Libyans are then free themselves, the better for them, but that we will face with their new leaders? And if the murderess Instead he wins, should triumph over a wilderness of graves, we will shake hands at the next summit? Seriously is still realpolitik, but what's realistic in the idea that a fire in the clearing behind the house goes off if nothing had happened?

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Time and the Maiden

Professor, you know

"Oh, Emma ..."
"Yes, Professor.".
"I wanted to tell you that I never had your version.
"Come on glielavevodata prof.
"No, Emma. You gave me your version of the version of Martinelli, with the exact same mistakes that he did. "
"Ugh prof ..."
"And the hearts instead of dots on i, as an attempt to customize the crap version of Martinelli's, you know, it is not enough."
"Prof, must understand that it is a bad time for me."
"No, no, last year was a bad time. Then around March we decided that was over the bad time, remember? "
" Vaguely. "
"The principal had called your parents, your poor mother was crying, she said she did not know what to do with you, then you were making you cry, the headmaster had made console, then he he started crying ... "
" It was una cosa molto emozionante, prof”.
“Fu la più grossa pagliacciata a cui ho assistito in vita mia, Emma, detta da uno che da bambino al circo ci andava volentieri. E allora adesso ti chiedo: quest'anno prevedi le repliche?”
“Prof, insomma, cosa pretende da me? Il latino? Una cosa che tra cinque mesi comunque non c'entrerà più con la mia vita? Devo davvero perdere il mio tempo con quella roba? Si metta un po' nei tuoi panni”.
“Nei tuoi panni, Emma, ed è un argomento che avrei preferito non toccare, nei tuoi panni tu stessa fatichi un po' a starci, ultimamente”.
“Epprof...”
“Tanto più che la mini non va neanche più fashion.
"What does it matter, I do not follow fashion."
"Sure."
"I'm classic."
"Emma, \u200b\u200bbut believe me when I say that I'm worried about you? Seriously concerned "
" It should not, Professor. "
"But I worry."
"But when I say that it should not."
"That the discourse of the Latin I could also understand, if I were to do a serious girl, responsible, one that came here and said to me, professor, I knew what my way, and the Latin right there ' is, so I decided to focus on other things and so, here, a speech so I'd understand. "
"Well, Professor, then do that girl I am there."
"Are you telling me you've decided what to do next year?"
"I'm thinking."
"It's six months that we're thinking."
"It's just that I have to think well."
"But there will be something in life that you enjoy doing."
"Eccerto there."
"And ..."
"But if I tell you then she gets angry."
"I'm Emma I'm not angry. I'm worried that in some ways is worse. "
"Phew, and that's fine. I would like to sing. "
"Singing."
"Because I'm good, you remember a trip? And I say it all. Even my father thinks. "
"Okay, sing along, but in what sense, sorry, sing."
"In the sense that I'd like to do in life."
"By profession, you mean?"
"But yes, too."
"And have you thought about taking lessons? Because it's too late for the conservatory, I would say. "
"The conservatory? Did I do something wrong? No, for now I have these friends of mine, with a complex, but it's not just the music for me, I just find someone who understands me alone ... I put "
" Because the music that appeals to you, it would ... "
"Italian music."
"A classic."
"I told you that classic, I will."
"It all seems still very vague. Let me be frank, Emma, I really seem the classic dreams of a little girl. "
"But sometimes dreams come true."
"Yes, but I can not come true by dint of dreaming, it takes the application, study ... and also luck, of course. In short, if you think about it, to sing after high school ... is to begin a road without knowing where you will ... as you can still support your family, you've thought it? "
" Well, maybe for my beginning is a sacrifice, but then if things go well ... "
" And if you do not go well? "
" And Oh well, 'Professor, if one thinks so, does not run ever. "
"What a curious word that you used, launch."
"You just do not believe in me, eh? Do you think that fall, evil. "
"I'm concerned, Emma, \u200b\u200bthat's all. I've always seemed like a cute girl, original, and yet ... Four months after the maturity I go out with the most banal of all: you want to sing, you have a dream, then maybe what's in this dream, tell me: do you think engrave your disks? you will be successful? Sanremo win? "
" Sanremo is old ".
"Are you sure that this famous dream, Emma, \u200b\u200bis something of a refuge, a place to hide when you see that the nodes are close to comb ... do not ask you to stop dreaming, but at least dream a little 'shorter term, try to dream about what will happen in six months, a year or two: Where do you see? "
" Well I thought I might take a short degree in psychology, what it's called ... "
" Psychology? "
" That to teach children ... "
" Education ".
"Because I love children."
"Want to work with children? Kindergarten teacher? "
" Come on, comunque se non riesco a cantare da professionista, al massimo farò quello”.
“Suona un po' come un ripiego, no?”
“In che senso?”
“Insomma, in concreto cosa farai? Di giorno studierai per diventare maestra e di sera canterai? Pensi che potrà funzionare?”
“E perché no”.
“Perché sono due vite in una sola, Emma, e per ora non mi sembri capace di mandarne avanti nemmeno una. Ma prima o poi dovrai scegliere, capisci?”
“E in quel momento sceglierò”.
“Forse mi sono spiegato male. Non sarà “un momento”. Saranno infiniti momenti, in cui tu dovrai scegliere se insistere in a dream that is becoming increasingly difficult, more risky, or take the easy way out, maybe become a kindergarten teacher, but also to discover the easiest way is hard, that working with children is exhausting, you return home with hoarse voice and back to pieces, and then discover that the job gets in the way to your dream ... "
" And then I will fire. "
"But perhaps he could not anymore, because in the meantime maybe you knew a guy and you have set up house, and you need money, or simply a job that proves to the world that you are not a useless person, un'acchiappanuvole that continues to chase dreams out of time ... "
" Un'acchiappache? "
" What I'm trying to say is that ... if you really you would believe in your 'dream' if you really thought that singing was your life, do not leave any behind the bridge. Instead you have already prepared a plan B, you will work with the children in his spare time and make it as singer. But it never goes out this way. No one has ever become a star in after work. It's something that does not happen, simply. "
"So what should I do?"
"Watching really at the bottom of your motivations. We think seriously about your future as a singer? or is it just a trick with which cheating yourself as time goes by? If we really believe are the first to tell you: down the drain, fuck Latin, of maturity, what they think parents and teachers, come back with a gold record or not to return. But we think so? "
" I do not know. "
"And maybe this is already answered."
"It's getting late, professor, I must go."
"Me too. Goodbye, Emma. "
"Goodbye, Professor Flack."

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Barbie and Cleopatra

Well, it happened: while Africa is bleeding, I wrote a piece on Belen Rodriguez and Elisabetta Canalis. But read it, is absolutely beautiful, as he would say .

Barbie Ballerina against Cleopatra in Sanremo 's online unit. It, and says ... Facebook, like all the pieces on the drive. it henceforth. So an account on FB now you have it everyone, no? In short, it is probably the most slender. For this time, however, I would also open the comments below, we see how it goes.

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Whip a bit 'far right

Ricolfi Professor, good morning. are the Italian Left. They are usually an abstract concept, but sometimes I seized the body of a blogger at random. I wanted to thank her for her criticism of Tuesday last, I really needed it. I really like the criticism, as you know, and this week I risked going blank.

In fact it was a strange week. Sunday there was the manifestation of women, an unexpected success, made it conceivable that the odd-axis Vendola Bindi: finally a ticket for the primaries interesting coalition, which sooner or later it will (in the meantime, has emerged into the open even Renzi , a relatively new face, but with questionable ideas stimulants). Monday came out of the polls which gave me successful even without a view on the rump, serious stuff, eh? Mannheimer, I say, it's been a lot that did not happen. I know very well that it is not on my own: Berlusconi continues to fry in the bunga-bunga, his supporters lost time in byzantine legal and no longer able to communicate anything of real interest to their constituents. Fini is knackered, not holding the pressing parliamentary leaguers also have their problems with federalism promised that there is, the rejection promised that there are short enough for me just to look good. If then it is also the week of Sanremo, and invite Benigni ... Well, to quote my fat is all runny. What more? Ferrara, who is the idiot? Maybe some leak in which Berlusconi is ridiculed by a U.S. ambassador? So, dear Ricolfi, it was a week too good for me. In Spring anticipo. Per fortuna che c'era il suo editoriale a riportarmi a terra, a ricordarmi le mie precise responsabilità nel disastro del Paese.

Perché sì, a volte rischio di dimenticarmelo, che è tutta colpa mia. Berlusconi, per esempio: al potere ce l'ho mandato io. Con la mia supponenza. Con la pretesa, sempre quell'odiosa pretesa, di rappresentare il meglio del Paese, quella che mi ha inimicato non il peggio, ma il grosso degli italiani. È vero, professore, è proprio vero, è tutta colpa mia, e anche se i sondaggi per una volta me la danno buona, questa non è una scusa per interrompere la mia abituale autoflagellazione. Così, a ripensarci, le iniziative di Renzi e Vendola non sono che la dimostrazione che la sinistra è litigiosa e non riesce a trovare un vero leader (la Bindi infatti si è smarcata subito). E i diplomatici che stroncano Berlusconi hanno qualche severa parola anche per gli ulivisti incapaci che lo hanno lasciato vincere. Insomma, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa...

Mi stavo dunque cospargendo di cenere come di consueto, quando gli occhi mi sono scivolati su una notizia interessante: ha presente, professore, gli allevatori (quasi tutti leghisti) che da anni mentono sulle quote latte e dovrebbero pagare un'euromulta? Ecco, il governo gli ha concesso un'altra proroga di sei mesi. I soldi intanto li mette il governo che, a quanto pare, li attingerà da un fondo stanziato anche per " l'assistenza e la cura dei cancer patients. "It's a little 'impression, right? The money for cancer care of the milk quotas. Now, certainly in this case, you can find a way to blame it on me, but as well perhaps with the my traditional snobbery was not able to convince rogue breeders to choose me: I have not offered them any way out, maybe my claim moral superiority to fuck me from the public purse some money for them, removing them widows or orphans. Mea culpa , mea maxima culpa ... But, prof. Ricolfi, you will admit that in this case at least a bit 'of guilt we have also leaguers? I think that yes.

So tell me this thing because I do not read mai, sulla Stampa, o sul Corriere, sul Sole un editoriale come il suo, ma rivolto ai leghisti, o ai berlusconiani? Un pezzo che ricordi le loro responsabilità morali, prima che giudiziarie, il loro essersi adagiati sulle peggiori abitudini del Paese, il populismo, il qualunquismo, il clientelismo...

Caro Ricolfi, ho una teoria. Lei un pezzo così non lo scrive perché sa che non servirebbe a niente. Criticare la Destra è perfettamente inutile: ci sguazza, la Destra, nelle critiche degli opinionisti. Chiunque sollevi una benché minima obiezione si ritroverà iscritto nel registro dei radicalchic, a che pro? Così alla fine se continuate a criticare soltanto me, non è per parzialità, ma perché are the only one who listens to you, the only one that gives you straight. Because in the end, dear Ricolfi, the first to believe in the superiority of the left you're right that the left continue to address your concerns, and to the right what ever you want, the right is useless to talk now speaks to only those who book pay.

But who knows if it's really true. I wonder if on the right are so deaf to criticism. I wonder if they are not even a little 'over time now, by dint of never receive those from which they could also listen to them. Think of Berlusconi, as has been reduced. It is also the responsibility of those who could scold him at the right time and did not do it? Because in the end was più comodo, più gratificante, più vantaggioso prendersela con me? Forse sì. Ma a questo punto so cosa obietterà: non è stata colpa vostra, sono stato io a dare troppa corda a voi critici, a ringraziarvi troppo, a intrappolarmi in un autoerotico autodafé. E quindi cosa dovrei fare? Fottermi delle vostre critiche e mandarvi, magari, virilmente a fare in c... ma non è il mio stile, dai, non sarei credibile. Sono la sinistra. Sono lamentosa e compassionevole - no, diciamo la verità. Sono masochista, sono cresciuta mentre crollava il Muro di Berlino, e quel trauma me lo porto dentro, così ho bisogno delle vostre frustate settimanali.

Caro Ricolfi, conosce quella barzelletta del sadico e del masochista? Sono amanti. Il secondo dice al primo: "Fammi male". Il primo gli risponde: "No!" Il secondo gode. Forse, caro Ricolfi, sono pronta per quell'ultimo, supremo piacere. Chiuderò gli occhi e voi sparirete: li riaprirò e sarò sola, senza più flagelli e frustini, senza peccati originali da scontare, con qualche responsabilità per tutto il casino che è successo, tanto lavoro da fare, tanto Paese da provare a rimettere in piedi. Non sarà facile. Ma prima o poi deve succedere. Questo nostro giochino morboso non è più divertente da un pezzo.

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Mors vestra

Col volto umano

“Signore, quelli bussano”.
"And what do they want?"
"The usual things, but this time ..."
"This time?"
"There is a different air about, well, I do not want a disaster to happen ..."
" It has already happened. "
"Yes, but from the humanitarian point of view, well ..."
"No".
"says How, sir?"
"I am responding to the question that you do not have the courage to me."
"Please?"
"You should ask: Lord, we help them? We open the gates? Allocate that you need to allocate? But you do not have the courage, for you know very well the answer, and you know it is a response to crime, and you're afraid that just makes you ask me the question in some way complicit. But I do not need to complicated and I'm not ashamed to answer you: I take full responsibility and I say no. Do not help them. Not this time. "
"With all due respect ... This is not the common sinking of boats. "
"No, probably not."
"We speak of a famine. Perhaps millions of deaths. In general, the history is not kind to those who die leave millions of people. "
"Let me think. China 1960, Great Leap Forward, famine, from twenty to forty million. They took the pictures of Mao on the walls? "
" Do not yet, no. "
"After all is not that I care too much the opinion of posterity, eh. Blame me, they will say terrible things about me, with their bowl. Have you ever read Malthus, thou? "
" No, I confess no. "
"It's out of fashion a bit 'too soon. In short, they are hungry and want to enter. It's not enough to send home a few corrupt leaders? Yet the revolutions are beautiful, no? "
" do not give the bread
"At best, the price increases will push to eliminate some bag of corruption. But not enough, hunger is more powerful. The hunger you buy a ticket for the boat. However, this time not. Boats to shoot well, I take responsibility. "

"..." "And do not look at me with those eyes, these are things that happen. One day they will make a film about people like me and you. You will make you humble and boring, aware of the crimes we commit, but unable to disobey orders. I offer instead a face like a crazy fanatic. Do I look like a crazy fanatic? "
" No, sir, absolutely. "
"Maybe you're wrong, history is made by the winners as they begin to feel guilty. I am the fool who prefers to save one boat instead of helping another with the risk that both sink. Give me the racist. You think I'm racist? That maybe if they were blond and pale li aiuterei?”
“Se posso permettermi...”
“Certo che puoi”.
“Se le politiche si giudicano dai risultati, quello che stiamo per fare sarà interpretato da molti come razzismo”.
“Senz'altro, ed è il motivo per cui negli ultimi quarant'anni ne abbiamo fatti entrare un po' di tutti i colori, e adesso abbiamo elettori che si chiamano Mohammed e Chen, e saranno loro, capisci, saranno loro a votare per noi quando gli diremo che non possiamo aprire i cancelli a tutti i meridionali del mondo. Perché loro lo hanno sempre saputo: Malthus ce l'hanno nel sangue, loro. Sono quelli che si sono messi in moto per primi. Selezione naturale. E nessuno potrà darci del razzista, if we apply a simple principle of survival. All living species flocks and communities trying to survive by defending their territory, and we can not pretend to be a pack, we can slice a so-called 'culture', but when grain prices go up grinning, like any other sedentary mammal. There is room for everyone here. There is simply no. There was a bit ', and those who arrived when the first is taken. And now there is more. "
"Sir, may I be frank?"
"Shoot."
"This is simply fascism. Fascism with a human face, but ... "
" I'd rather face the inhuman? Because at this point, the question is posed in these terms. Do not believe us, you barred the doors with kindness? Wait a few years and then for us there will be a real fool, a visionary who has read Mein Kampf or other crap, one of those who under the guise of revisionism sometimes goes to Bergen Belsen to monitor space requirements because, after all, the twentieth century has shown us that a few quick way to make room, with a little 'commitment and imagination ... "
" So, in short, the delegation say that? "
" I've already asked him. I've already answered. No. Not this time will be made. Tell him. Know Latin? "
" should. "
"Then tell him this: Mors vestra, our life . Nothing personal. "
"And if they start crying?"
"Crying? a diplomatic delegation? "
" Lord, you know ... in the end they are Italians. "
"And you let them cry, they are entitled."

According to Roberto Maroni is "unthinkable" that, in the face of what he calls "humanitarian emergency" of Lampedusa, "European institutions are just watching."

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disperdiamoci

The ambush
- After this blog was, I do not mean to brag (actually a bit 'I'm ashamed) manifestaiolo most of all, then something happened, so even quite sharp: I do not know if you noticed, but not in protests I ride it. Sometimes we invite people, but then I do not go the same. Sometimes I'm a fan. Sometimes I pretend to nothing.

At this point, however, I would like to place on record that if I go down more in the streets is not for disappointment, it is not differences over the programmatic platform, not because I notice it more. No, I would like to make it clear that things are much simpler: I put the belly, I put family, I have a stack of stuff to fix so high, short trivially older.

These unsolicited apology probably not relevant to anyone, not even when I'd written, if I had not read these days on several blogs related to this a certain intolerance for rallies in the streets. For example Bordone making distinctions with feminists (but then it goes to the streets and having fun ), Costa makes irony, Adinolfi that makes two calculations and writes: go in the square is a bullshit . Here, for me, no. Go to the streets is almost never bullshit. I'm glad that someone has more energy than me and we go. I think all things considered necessary. In particular, I am glad that the women's event has come so well. I have kept at bay, lately I find it difficult to understand and make myself understood by different women, but I think they have reasons to sell, sorry, give away (well the reasons are yours, you gestitevele), being a woman in Italy is difficult, objectively.

It must be said that we have a fantastic sense of timing, we bloggers Italian public opinion: in the Middle East while the squares are the tyrants tremble, we ask ourselves whether the square is appropriate, if the square has contra, if the square is not a moralist, Presbyterian, and so on. For me the only real drawback is that the Italian squares are not filled enough, probably many times we can not conclude anything, not because we went too square, but because we were too little. And yet even this is questionable. Me in ten years all these unnecessary events, for worthy causes without hope, I do not remember. I have demonstrated to demand light on the events in Genoa, and a little 'light there was. I protested against the abolition of Article 18, and the article is left (ok, it was a bit 'more complex). I marched against the war in Iraq, Romano Prodi won the elections and the Italian contingent left Iraq. We could get something more? Sure, but every time we were really so many, we have drilled on TV and in newspapers, something we brought him home. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but after the women's event surveys gave Berlusconi in vertical drop (the health of all those who thought that the case bunga-bunga would not have damaged the Italians and those who know they have a vision the country). Of course, it is not something automatic. It is obvious that if a couple of days a retired university reform or Gelmini Berlusconi resigns. But we have weakened, Berlusconi ... sorry, you have bruised, I was home and I wrote on the blog.

Here, I also have this thing to say in my defense. I have a blog. A series of fortunate circumstances made him the most widely read than others. In the square are just a fool among many (A tenth of a fool for the police), but here I can explain myself, I can leave messages, in short, to a certain point I told that my contribution to the cause I could give it away. Especially since they are no longer the handsome young mop that picture in the middle of the banner was so good. So how do you explain this subtle remorse.

probably not aware that their grandchildren will buy. Grandpa, in short, while Berlusconi sent everything in cow you what you did? Were spent in hiding, at least? No, not really, I went early in the square, but then things got long, I put the belly, put my family ... But I continued to speak on a site that worked with the http protocol ... yes, vabbe 'grandfather, hello.

PS: if Berlusconi really do not want to resign, I will gladly do it for a general strike. One day, a week, all you need. I have already stolen so many years.

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We at this point is not that very claim.
It's not that we want tiriate us out of crisis - ok, it's a crisis bigger than yours and ours, it is understood.
not pretend that you know who goes to bed with B. tonight - on the edge, away, if you could select the girls to enter, seize videophones, there would be a reasonable thing on your part. But you can not pretend, eh.
short, is not that pretendiamo moltissimo. Giusto i fondamentali, per esempio: tra un mese c'è una festa nazionale o no? Ce la fate a dircelo in settimana? Perché avremmo anche noi degli impegni, capite.
E sì, vabbe', capisco che è difficile, avevate soltanto... 150 anni di tempo per decidervi.

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"Non c'è reazionario più implacabile Innovator failed, there is the cruelest enemy of wild elephants domesticated elephant "(Brecht, I believe, on Galileo).

Sometimes I still wonder, and is a domanza idle like so many others: cos 'is Giuliano Ferrara? What form would, Giuliano Ferrara, if it could be removed from containers that have filled the niches that he found empty?

Now, for example fill a brief - and we know that it's humanly cost - does not like to exhibit their nakedness, suffered sincerely summer that ended on her thighs clear magazines. But now the boss needs a brief and mutanda gli toccherà riempire. Lo farà, ovviamente, contro qualcuno, in questo caso i perbenisti del Palasharp e della manifestazione di sabato prossimo. Le belle anime che non amano la vita, non amano i liberi scambi di sesso e soldi e poltrone. “Non abbiamo orrore dello scambio e del denaro , ci fa senso il vostro disgusto per la bigiotteria galante di Arcore”, e quindi tutti in mutande, hanno già aderito Sallusti e Iva Zanicchi, e Pietrangelo Buttafuoco “un po' il nostro Saviano”, peccato non ci sia Banfi, poteva essere il vostro Marlon Brando.

E sì, è lo stesso Ferrara che dopodomani magari si infilerà un cilicio e si digiunerà per espiare i peccati di una generazione Daddies of abortion. Or do you know that sex "since he stopped playing his freedom with the disqualification of nature and culture, since it was released and stupidly lost his aura caste and sinful, it has become extremely ridiculous and less effective purposive, that is to do for young children through the pleasure cultivating charity and love of self that are the essence of mankind and his rational soul or spiritual ... Yes, all right, but that has to do, one thing is normal people and mechanics that should only have sex to reproduce ("The condom, the pill and abortion have shifted the sex in the gym, replacing the maze of pleasure, if not the bright gift of love, with the trade of the mill fitness "), an account is the head, may well want to have as its turtles, its bribes, its seats of ministry? And if the exchange for a little 'about sex, we want to do the moralists? No, Ferrara today has a horror of moralism. Yesterday, he did not mind. What has changed.

We could argue, with some justification, that Ferrara moralism is ok until about Silvio Berlusconi. But it is an unnecessary evil, I suspect that Ferrara did not even fool a lot of Berlusconi - yes, his boss, yes, Silvio pay - but has never been a problem of money or power. Ferrara was also minister but physically unable to withstand stress, and the big money they made at the time the contracts were torn in Rai billionaires. In a sense, Ferrara has been retired for more than ten years, the sheet is to lose one of those shops that opened their professors retire, the baby of the public service pensioners, the initial investment puts him to her husband, so Mrs. is a bit 'out of the house while he goes inside the Escort. That is to say that Ferrara is not the handful of desperate people who have no other choice but to follow Berlusconi to the end. Nor is that group of professionals disappointed that they went on the wagon B sincerely believe we can give their contribution to the liberal revolution, journalists, economists and lawyers who, after a dozen years find themselves overtaken by tissue meteorinas letters, and it shocked them. Ferrara could actually give up the head at any time, several times threatened to do so, sometimes it really seemed that he did. If at the end there can never, not for loyalty or for convenience. It is just to anger us.

all? Yes, really, it's probably all. Ferrara is only a negative cast of our passions. In November of 2001 - the ashes of the World Trade Center were still warm - the movement that had experienced the repression Genoa took off for the first time in Rome against Bush's war. In the following months there were other ocean gear to Assisi and back to Rome. Ferrara was in the Piazza del Popolo, with some of his friends and a bit 'of flags of Israel. But him has never really screwed something Israel, Giuliano Ferrara? It is the Star of David a bit 'as the brief, one thing that we threw at it, he realized that bothers us? In the days when we liked to have sex without procreating, he wore a hair shirt and urged us to stop the exercise impure. Now, in front of the gym a little 'obsessive SB, we rediscover a bit' bigots, and Ferrara was ready to turn in their underwear. So in the end what sex Ferrara? It is not known, it is a useless question: not having any form, in Ferrara you just have to fill what is, and always casts a negative of ours. In the end it makes no sense even blame the lack of consistency, he does nothing but sing the counterpoint to our own. Anti-abortion when we were on the square 194; pro-life than when we asked for Mrs. Englaro; clerical atheist among the anti-clerical, anti-Zionist Zionist kind between the libertine and asexual among bigots, Ferrara in reality is always in our midst. Has nothing to do with the very right-wing press, the real one, or even with Felt Sallusti Signorini. In fact, the sheet is the most radical chic that you can read in Italian newsstands, solo che va letto in negativo.

In un romanzo  per il resto non molto riuscito, Giancarlo De Cataldo immagina il disappunto di un opinionista di assalto ex comunista nei giorni della caduta di Craxi. “Attraversato il pensiero di aver commesso, nell'abbandonare il partito, una colossale castroneria, valutò i possibili esiti di un cambio di squadra. Poteva prendersi una mesata sabbatica, cominciare a limare i toni dei suoi editoriali, e poi lanciare in grande stile l'operazione riallineamento. “Ho sbagliato, compagni, non dovevo andarmene, eccomi qua, sono tornato”. I compagni erano abbastanza idioti da credere al pentimento. Ma anche anche abbastanza astiosi da fargliela pagare a caro price. So he had no other choice but to continue fighting. " It is as if Ferrari continues to serve, over the years, a calculation error: anything less would have been humiliating to admit his mistakes and come back. Whatever. And so, while Gianfranco Fini became a hero of the left, Giuliano Ferrara is found at the Teatro del Verme in his underwear, an auto da fe that no one has asked yet another humiliation that is inflicted on its own. Like when he pulled the eggs on Benigni, not because they disliked Benigni, but everyone loved him and left in the midst of so much gray unanimity we also wanted someone in the severe censor, Ferrara is this: If you need the bad, the Pharisee, del basso del melodramma, lui si sobbarca, senza risparmio: mette in gioco l'unico corpo che ha, ed è un corpo complicato, difficile da gestire. Mettersi in mutande gli costerà qualcosa, ma sa che ne vale la pena, che anche stavolta riuscirà a farci voltare la testa. Come fa a saperlo – è facile: ne soffrirà per primo lui, e lui non ha mai smesso di essere uno di noi. L'elefante più crudele di tutti.

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Fido and Tiziana

Fido e Tiziana Maiolo: due carriere a confronto


Nel 1992 Tiziana Maiolo è eletta alla Camera dei Deputati nella lista di Rifondazione Comunista, come indipendente. Nello stesso year Fido is a dog who loves his master.


In 1994 Tiziana Maiolo is elected to the Chamber of Deputies in the list of Forza Italy. During the same period Fido continues to love his master. In 2010

Tiziana Maiolo, who was elected in the PDL, go to the Future and Freedom. Fido, a little 'battered, has not ceased to love his master. If I were

Berlusconi in the next round would put Fido in the list. Definitely easier to train to Tiziana Maiolo .

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The worst of Leonardo 2010 (2) Remember

What I'm doing, "said the old man, it's extremely reactionary. Speaking of counters, hits, in 2011! Many have even removed the counter, or pretended to. At one point - more or less around 2005, when access stopped growing in a straight line - we are convinced that the counter data was not reliable, or at least interesting. The only way to assess the importance of a blog was the ranking, and since google decided which ones it without explaining why, and there was no way to speculate on short - we started to develop alternative ranking, rankings based on links. More than one was linked, was more important. Note that to be the most link does not necessarily mean being the most widely read: the tumblr for example, merely links, but take a few hits, however there may be people more or less unknown outside their circle, but they still accumulated hard hooves of thousands of readers. But that was quite irrelevant. Stay in the standings meant simply to be the center of the cloud. But then I think the cloud is dissolved, or entered into another cloud bigger, well, throw it there, but I think from the charts on facebook have ceased to have meaning. No longer reports the real traffic, which now goes to social networks and is objectively very difficult to trace. But still, my most linked piece on BlogBabel dates back to 2007, voted Rosy Bindi alle primarie del PD, rendetevi conto. È possibile che non abbia più scritto nulla di altrettanto interessante? Voglio dire che l'altra sera, mentre mi addormentavo, ho scritto un pezzo praticamente con un occhio solo, mi è uscito un po' approssimativo, ebbene, nel giro di due giorni quel pezzo ha totalizzato più di tremila accessi, se fossimo ancora nel 2010 sarebbe a metà di questa classifica, e stavolta non è neanche servito facebook, sapete cos'è successo? L'ha linkato Ok No Virgilio , esatto, esiste ancora, e se ti trova qualcosa d'interessante ti manda tremila accessi in due giorni. Ma le classifiche non se ne accorgono. Ma a questo punto vale la pena, mi chiedo, accorgersi delle classifiche? Ci rispondiamo da soli: abbiamo smesso di leggerle, piuttosto andiamo su friendfeed a contare i like. Comunque secondo Google Analytics i cinque pezzi più letti del 2010 sono i seguenti:

5. Cattiva Giovanna
Io non ho cambiato idea: lo spot è divertente e autoparodico, e non offende il corpo delle donne più di quanto non prenda per il culo il desiderio maschile (le donne dello spot sono vestite, brave a verniciare, fanno tutto loro, il maschio è un pirla guardone). Però probabilmente in luglio non avevo idea della posta in gioco. Insomma, c'è una guerra, là fuori, e gli spot beceri sono campi di battaglia. Then one day I arrive, pretend to do a much better piece semiologist per kilo, fernovus + Down phenomenology of any complaint, and break the casino. There we saw the power of Facebook, because a certain audience here had never arrived. They left some fantastic things, one I wrote that women are no longer needed, to the south there are carrying trucks. They told me that I could not force them to see this spot - in fact no, I can not even keep it, but maybe there is unaware of the problem: at most you're you have forced me to no longer see it on TV. Okay, I'm wrong, I wanted to lounge in the middle of a war. After all you are right, these asses and these boobs are a disgrace - but please explain why you are unable to remove Brava Giovanna while sitting in Belem sodissimo remained in place. Ah, no, it seems are removing. Ok, you're winning, I give up.

4. One, a hundred, a thousand Cossiga
You never know what may decide the success of a piece, but in general it is almost never what is written above. Sometimes it's the title. In this case, rather than photos. In the margin of an article all in all the sense in which we assumed the presence of infiltrators to student demonstrations, pictures of a boy who protester during clashes in Milan seemed to work with the police, photos thanks to this site have been around in Italy. Usually I do not cancel the errors I make, it seems fitting that they too end up in the archive. In this case, the photos I've taken, because it seemed that damage the message. It was learned that the boy was not an infiltrator, but in fact, the piece said that anyone can be infiltrated without wanting to: just do exactly the crap they expect you to do. Cossiga teaches, we must be fools for not wanting to learn.

3. In the dust we will meet
In jargon is called OS war. Write a piece of anti-Apple or pro-Apple (but works better the former). Like shooting fish in a barrel, except that the fish get a little 'pity, the Apple fanboy no, no. Let's say it is too easy, let's say that each blog is provided to write a piece like that once every five, vah, ten years. It's a promise. NDB to a year now I have broken only a laptop and a mobile disk.

2. To my daily virgins
berlusconologia emotional piece. I told you, this stuff gets old in a hurry, but if you write it at the right time is irresistible. It's funny, after months of hard to remember what it was - then, the PDL was excluded from the elections in the Lazio region for a problem stamps, and it was all a game style mobilization Republic, We do not agree, we always had all the stamps in Rule (I can tell you, lucky you), Fotografiamoci with our certificate of land in order. Well, you could feel the need for a cynical piece. This was also reported by The New York Times , which must have a strange algorithm; I even tried to translate I do not know if I have succeeded.

1. Deleted
In a year where we have left, among others, Benjamin Placido, Raymond and Sandra Mondaini Vianello, Edoardo Sanguineti, Bekim Fehmiu, Lelio Luttazzi, Cossiga, Monicelli, Bearzot, the only crocodile to finish in the top 10 (but first) is on Peter Taricone. Even in this case the title did discuss, because of cynicism. Here, let me say that sometimes I do everything to sound cynical, but this time I was spontaneous, I had not quite realized. The title I found it in the end, was the conclusion of an argument I was making: the real show Taricone has played since 2001, when out of the house has ceased to "be himself" to try to become something better . Every now and then we happened to find him, the TV or the movies, and generally was rooting for him, it seemed he could do it. E poi un giorno ha smesso di esserci, di colpo; e la cosa mi fa ancora, se ci penso, una certa impressione. Eliminato. Non volevo offendere nessuno, non mi pare ci sia niente di male nel prendere la vita come un gioco. Mi sembra perfino una bella epigrafe, “eliminato”, personalmente non la vorrei sulla mia tomba, ma solo perché non sento di meritarmela: mi sembra piuttosto (soprattutto se mi confronto con uno come Taricone) di essere un panchinaro storico. Fine della top10.

Non trovate che manchi qualcosa?
Io sì. I pezzi belli. Ecco, tra i dieci più letti, o segnalati, o visitati, non ce n'è nessuno che avrei votato io. Sembra proprio che abbiamo gusti diversi: a me piacciono i raccontini, ai readers with the language. We come to a compromise: short tales with more words? I do not know, you tell me.

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I was going to forget. The Aryan class for a day is online unit. it and it says here.

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But this Africa, then where is he? The only good democracy

Profession Disaster

What Walter Veltroni has managed to do in recent weeks is incredible. Amazingly even for those who thought he knew a bit ', Walter Veltroni, have become accustomed to, with Walter Veltroni. No. Veltroni has this, he can be himself and be surprised the same time.

We want to summarize? Two weeks ago - Silvio Berlusconi was already quite well to soak in his own secretions - Veltroni thought it well to convene a gathering of his faction, which launched a two Lingotto, among others, the idea of \u200b\u200ba fantastic asset. Fantastic, yes, pity that he presented in a way that practically the we should pay a bit 'all , the Capital Veltroni. At this point, and it is a coincidence, no? An old friend of Veltroni, almost a family, Giuliano Ferrara, has shrugged off the clerical dust that had accumulated over years of neglect, and has come to count for something in Berlusconi's staff. Example, moving a mouse that does not abandon the ship sinking, Ferrara wrote on behalf of a moving letter in which Berlusconi Bersani begs not to the balance sheet. Nice shot, no? Bersani (which of course had to reject the proposal) was found sewn on a sheet that was not in the PD program. This has also publicly disavowed Ballarò - too late, a bit 'you go to vote and the PD will be presented as the party that wants carrots all Italians with their own home. All this shows that Ferrara is not an old tool, and then what? What other shows? Ah, yes. Veltroni is that ... Veltroni. But you can be more disastrous Walter Veltroni? It can be done? Can anyone pass it?

Ma certo che si può. Veltroni stesso, ad esempio: lui può. Non c'è limite. No limits. Ieri è morta la dolce Maria Schneider, e voi direte vabbe' che c'entra. Cosa vuoi che c'entri. Assolutamente nulla, uff questi blog che saltano dal palo alla frasca. Sì, ma aspettate. Vi ricordate, vero, che Veltroni è uno studioso di cinema? Che ne conosce a mucchi, di cinema? Che scriveva le trame dei film in tv per il Venerdì, nello stesso periodo in cui faceva non so se il Ministro alla cultura o il Vicepremier o il segretario dei DS al minimo storico o tutte e tre le cose? Ebbene, Veltroni ha voluto scrivere il coccodrillo per Maria Schneider . Bene: è an expert, write nice things about her. Bof. Five lines, not very original, no one appreciated for its qualities as an actress.

Maria Schneider was beautiful. A very rare beauty. It was bold, with his body reassuring. She was an angel, with that look of impertinent teenager. Her sensuality modern era, a mixture of loneliness and neuroses. It was, aesthetically, the daughter of '68 and the feminist revolution. She was a girl of her time. At one time young, the old Europe.

To understand that was just beautiful. But wait. Where are you going to parry?

I was thinking in these hours watching the images of riots in North Africa. In the square are all young, a sign of dynamic companies. But in the square are all men. Index of community and involvement that deny basic rights to women.

No, but seriously? So in short, Walter "I go-in-Africa" \u200b\u200bVeltroni has not the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat's happening in Cairo? It keeps us still to tell us? To launch its messaggino ignorance of right-thinking ad usum the reader of the Press, so that we can all tomorrow at the bar, feeling stronger and more clear that the guy Madam, if I go away Mubarak will put those women subkey? stuff that even Christian Rocca, now?

Via Lia , including a gallery of photos of women who are demonstrating Cairo. Now. are on the Internet, a network of information sharing that perhaps Veltroni has not heard about yet. Okay, it does not matter, it is still a young man, give it time, we have so much.

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Dear Egyptians, do the good, come back home. The only good is what democracy is exported. Beware of the local product.
( Inglese version).

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The worst of Leonardo 2010 (1) Trying

know what has changed in the blog , said the village elder? A much time talking about themselves. And of course the authors. This last aspect has remained more or less, and that is what is called self that still spins the blogopalla. Instead, what is coming a bit 'to exist, and need to be a bit' maniacs to miss them, is the meta-referentiality. Not so much talk about the bloggers themselves, but the bloggers talk about themselves as bloggers blogganti.

I feel a little 'miss. Debates on the comments: it is better to have or not? The RSS feeds are the future for a gadget or negligible minority? The ethic of the link exchange. The History of blogroll forever. It seems impossible, but we past year to write about these things, and then we read them and we used to compliments. All this is done, now blogging is a normal thing, maybe a bit 'old-fashioned, but not enough to deserve those good titles like "the blog is dead" that trigger lengthy discussions on the chances of survival of a medium when it was written in all clear that the future of the Internet era, was, Second Life. Now it's gone, write on is a normal thing, even from us. You do if you want to do it, and almost always tell you things about yourself and others - no more reflections on the implications of participation in a collective hypertext. It is a bit 'that no one publishes the usual scarabocchio gigante con la galassia dei blog vicini e lontani, uniti da lineette che non si capisce mai con che algoritmo siano state tracciate ma in fondo anche chi se ne frega, l'importante è trascorrere una lieta mezz'ora a misurare la distanza tra noi e Beppe Grillo. Neanche le classifiche fanno più litigare nessuno. Siamo diventati grandi?

Eppure i rischi di ricaduta esistono. Io per esempio sono riuscito a tenermi per anni lontano da Google Analytics. Intuivo che sarebbe stata la mia fine, come gli alcolisti di Zola davanti al distillatore di assenzio. Poi Liquida mi ha costretto a iscrivermi, in cambio di due spicci (sui quali non sputo, eh, anzi grazie Liquida, gli altri hanno parole, solo tu hai ricevute per compenso occasionally).
Faced with Google Analytics, all other counter access is considered soft drug, candy with liqueur. We can not miss the nights on Google Analytics. The game that got me the most, and perhaps helped to change my way of writing online is the ranking of the most read post. It is no secret that blogging is a competitive activity. But competing with others is frustrating, especially when you lose. Instead compete with yourself is challenging, there is always a goal to beat, and also frees you from the annual task to write to me what is the piece that you liked more than last year: I already have the list of the 2000 pieces more beds, Google Analytics has given me, and I below I am attaching only the top ten. The range is between 25 January 2010 and January 25, 2011: the tenth year.

10. The slices, not too thin
November was a month of passion, as we shall see. The icing is this piece, which comes to Leonardo for the first time a rather complicated history and delusional that began this summer. Someone took the piece for an attack on the Autistic / Inventati. It is not exactly like that, I just wanted to tell how the anonymity (which is offered by A / I) can objectively put a person in trouble, in this case me. I could be more Okay? yes. And I would not read any. What do you want, a blog is a place where people come to fight.

9. Adult Movies
The only film review in the top ten. Among the other is a long piece, and not merely, as brave as a film dedicated to We thought, written in late November when there were still a few copies around (I went to Mantua, damn, a week after Eden was back here). Thus, a piece to be proud of, not so much of myself as pieces that reward readers so complex ... even though in reality I know, and you readers know, that in this way we could have put us random phrases, chapters Alfonso Luigi Marra backwards, sure dell'Upanishad Koranic verses and translated by Melissa P, because what really makes the traffic in this case is the title: adult films. Yes, Google has indexed. Still get people who are looking for porn, and instead are faced with a reflection on the advisability of teaching the subject to exhibit a film renaissance in secondary schools. I could also say that I did it on purpose. But it is sad, no? possible that we are still here in 2011, to increase public access to these mezzucci SEO from the nineties? That the point of trying to write some songs even more interesting, when I could reach more readers by simply adding the words Ass titles or poop? And why not, after all? Stop reading, where the top of the usual article about Berlusconi or Veltroni we should find the word "Ass"? And with the euro in more than twenty we scrape together the ends of the quarter, I could offer a pizza with my wife and show that I was right, that someday I would have earned all this scribbling. Go ahead.

8. The funeral of the fox
berlusconologia A piece of classic, written in mid-November. We would keep in mind that to write about Berlusconi is less simple than it seems: the market is very inflated, you have to have bright and original ideas. And then get to know the time right: when all they give hope for him to point out that no, it does not, have all the armor in place. These are pieces that already after a few months does not say much anymore, but if you look at the right time express the mood of a lot of people then thanks you, you write, it makes proposals, and for a while 'you seem to doing something important. Then move on.

7. From the consumer
The neutral title hides one of the most explosive flame ever born on this lovely amateur site. The flame for those who do not know (lucky him, however if you want to try the first shot is free) is a long controversy that arises in the comments and sometimes spreads at other sites. In this case - it was November, when the first round of the bunga-bunga - after a week of severe reflections on the dignity, decorum, a woman's body, I thought that Berlusconi to consider a simple little whore was a 'how to insert workers throughout Marchionne Fiat, a force: and that after the first not to appreciate the combination should have been the same whoremongers. I even went on a couple of forums to check, but I did not find much (those guys have an obsession), and then the piece I wrote it myself, firsthand. Because despite all my efforts to become a father responsible and prudent, I am so, when the smell shit, shit the point where, when sento il richiamo della foresta in fiamme, nulla può più trattenermi. Ora le femministe mi odiano – no, aspetta, mi odiavano già da prima per la storia di Saratoga, ci arriveremo. Alcune hanno anche scritto a Concita De Gregorio affinché mi licenzi, per una cosa che, notate, non ho scritto sull'Unità, ma su un sito di fatti miei. E magari, ecco, se avessero letto le cose che scrive la De Gregorio sull'argomento , si sarebbero risparmiate la fatica.
Comunque ho capito cosa significhi vivere in una società laica. Grosso modo, si tratta di dividere il mondo con gente che non vede le stesse cose che vedi tu, tu unisci i puntini e vedi una cosa, loro li uniscono in un altro e vedono altro; to the point that it is as if appartenessimo to different religions, and basically it is. There are people walking the same streets I walk that I wrote that in Italy there can not exist without exploiting prostitution, that even if a girl wants to try to put out an ad, it would now prey to racketeering, any what this means (I think it means that those arriving in the racket, and then you take advantage of you chained). But the best is always the gentleman who wrote me "The market is the whoremongers like you. Without a saw the next time. And you think that the six made with a bloody hand . That is something that has stayed with me inside, saw the blood, here's another one that could become a poet or advertising and instead got lost in the maze of blogging. But above all: ten years after that I take the wanker as bloggers, finally someone who accuses me to do with not enough - although in reality there is nothing to do, the glorification of pimp is a permanent fault, a religion lay that has not yet made available confessional, so saw no wash the blood from the hands that wrote this post. Then how do you take it with Catholics? Seriously: the day in Italy there were more priests, I am assured that these powers do not go here? At least discuss it with the priests, they have their flaws and you have yours, there is room for trovare compromessi. Ma questi nel giro di una generazione le mani ce le tagliano, l'Iran è più vicino di quello che ti aspetti (e soprattutto non arriva dalla parte da cui te lo aspetti).

6. Se i bimbominkia sapessero
A settembre Berlusconi sonnecchiava e passavo il tempo scrivendo pezzi contro la lingua italiana che hanno avuto un insperato successo – ma no, in realtà nel pazzo mondo dei blog italiani la grammatica è sempre stata sexy. E Google Italia mi vuole bene, per cui se scrivo un pezzo sui bimbominkia, esso arriva subito nella prima pagina dei risultati per bimbominkia. E poi basta, non avrei molto da aggiungere. Ah, sì: un pezzo come questo non sarei mai riuscito neanche solo a concepirlo se non fossi diventato negli anni un lettore compulsivo di Malvestite , uno dei pochi blog che mi hanno davvero insegnato delle cose, cose importanti (Twilight, il vecchiettismo) che addirittura mi sono state utili sul luogo di lavoro, e che oggi mi manca tantissimo, ogni volta che leggo qualcuno che cerca di sfottere i libri di Alfonso Luigi Marra senza essere Betty Moore.