yesterday was a fateful day for the country's quipresente and all the Italians who do not identify with those who "govern".
one of the many things that qp question is how you, who you indetifica, is able to do so, since no one can see (and have never convoy from the beginning, actually) purely political factors, from the dwarf that can engage and enthuse the human soul for the management of public affairs.
comes to mind, then, that it is only and only for convenience, advantage, advantage for those who in recent years have put the X.
said that, yesterday, the QP has seen an unexpected scene.
upon confirmation that the purchases of the previous days had paid off, quickly the volume of the voices of colleagues with whom the qp shares the open space has risen.
curses, cute little comments, curses, sfanculamenti collective have risen, including his own, of course. one, only one of about fifty, leaped, is still likely to take a boot in the face by a colleague of Bari, in love with Vendola, sitting nearby.
was nice. heartening, despite the havoc that was taking place on the streets of Rome, between the shameful indifference of those who, among the desks of Deputies and be glad for some shopping was successful.
despite the consolation Dividends of the open space with other comrades, is the disappointment, bitterness, shame of belonging to the same nation of people who corrupts, it is corrupt, who cares and who does not look anything other than an interest , who has no qualms in doing so openly supporting those who do these things and it has as well.
once again, like others, would be to shake hands with these people for their courage ... and then disinfected immediately with Amuchina, my gosh.
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