Monday, February 14, 2011

Broken Capillaries In Breast

E bravo cretino!

"That women was a partisan mobilization, shame. The resignation shall be inadmissible in a proposal, I have not betrayed the mandate electoral reforms, nor have I betrayed. "

[ Quel tizio debosciato del Consiglio ]

E bravo cretino! Sputa ancora addosso, a chi ti vomita in faccia tutto il disprezzo, fallo ancora un po’ perché non è bastato. Vergogna? Detto da un Pacciani dilettante non è nemmeno un’offesa risibile, semmai un’onta, un’altra, che si aggiunge a tutte le altre di cui prima o poi dovrà rendere conto.

Per quanto io non mi sia mai detta fortemente rapita dall’iniziativa di ieri, non convinta né delle motivazioni, né del metodo, non posso accettare l’ennesimo insulto di un uomo da nulla che sempre più dà i segni of the imbalance in the grip of his surreal world, dominated by the power of money, able to bribe those who are selling everything themselves, including their dignity.

Well done, idiot! He had to invite millions of women to be ashamed, that he does not know what shame. It is a feeling that should prove his son was thinking locked in an underground bunker where, with his madness does not think to conquer or destroy the world, but women see little more than children, rubbing her ass against a pole. And it is different from the shame that some children feel when they see a father who does not recognize, lost to wander the streets in pajamas and slippers, abandoned by their thoughts. It is not perhaps only the affection that resembles the shame, the one who must prove his children, but the horror of having a father as a maniac, dangerous to himself and his property, detrimental to an entire population and which, if they were smart required to have ban.

am a woman, an imperfect person, but I do not accept to be told that I should be ashamed as a woman, because women have wanted to say, crying, that you never sell an old pig, or a bowl of soup, nor a place to minister. The freedom that his sick mind and its advertisers have stolen, it is good but you can not buy wins. Freedom, true, that we will make him succeed sooner or later.

Idiot! Is there really nothing to be ashamed, but to have started too late to raise their heads, as we were committed to fight other battles, such as those for work and survival, we have always lost because nothing you can against the idiots. There is no way to get them to reason, you can not push a fool to look at things with another eye, a different perspective. An idiot is an idiot. And that guy is the first of idiots who pay someone to think for him.

There is no shame to keep your head high. There is no shame nell'accorgersi slowly that it is time to assert themselves for who we are - not just women - but human beings. The only shame is that I am willing to allow me to know that I will never do enough to make an idiot, megalomaniac, sex maniac and addict himself, continues to throw the lives of good people in wasting in which they were throw, poverty and despair, sadness and loneliness.

Perhaps the days like yesterday make you might think, maybe just for a moment, that you can stop, finally, be ashamed.

Rita Pani ( STATELESS PERSON )

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