confess that sometimes I'm also a "weapon of late world." Tonight
hoeing with the remote, I saw that shit Gabibbo call in the middle of a group of workers who were standing in front of their former company now relocated, while reciting a bit part for the cameras. One by one they spoke to seemed to read from the teleprompter and then all together with my three one two three ... hello viaaaa mammmaaaa and waving on command.
great distress and despondency: even the sacrosanct protest is a television format interrupted by interludes of asses in the wind and commercials.
I can not justify and I can not stand the intellectual sleep of those who surrender to its role as a free individual, and sells his dignity by adapting to the role of victim to be recited in front of a TV clown dressed in red and mouth abnormal. But even more
hate those characters who are put on a costume or a suction cup on his head and go to do the champions of the weak and the redress of grievances for the consumption of chickens and idiots on television. These programs and
them vomit on Italian tables play a role of absolute functionality to the system of national stoned.
While their boss is putting the big stakes in our behinds, these clowns want to gild the pill, convincing us that if you are lucky enough to be classified by their cameras can achieve justice and dignity.
The television and the ass (in the sense of luck here) replace the law and citizenship.
Turn off the TV, turn your head, send them to hell.
hoeing with the remote, I saw that shit Gabibbo call in the middle of a group of workers who were standing in front of their former company now relocated, while reciting a bit part for the cameras. One by one they spoke to seemed to read from the teleprompter and then all together with my three one two three ... hello viaaaa mammmaaaa and waving on command.
great distress and despondency: even the sacrosanct protest is a television format interrupted by interludes of asses in the wind and commercials.
I can not justify and I can not stand the intellectual sleep of those who surrender to its role as a free individual, and sells his dignity by adapting to the role of victim to be recited in front of a TV clown dressed in red and mouth abnormal. But even more
hate those characters who are put on a costume or a suction cup on his head and go to do the champions of the weak and the redress of grievances for the consumption of chickens and idiots on television. These programs and
them vomit on Italian tables play a role of absolute functionality to the system of national stoned.
While their boss is putting the big stakes in our behinds, these clowns want to gild the pill, convincing us that if you are lucky enough to be classified by their cameras can achieve justice and dignity.
The television and the ass (in the sense of luck here) replace the law and citizenship.
Turn off the TV, turn your head, send them to hell.
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