"... and the Queens of your culpa crowded hairdressers ..."
Yes, I'm beating the weak. Recycling for the second time in the same direction as De Andrè overture, I am indebted to one or two episodes of the story (summary) of the Intelligence Quotient, but I assure readers that are not entirely stopped. I have been reading and collecting enough information (although not as much as I would like), which it should and will bear fruit sooner or later, and I'm not looking nearly all television, what good is it even more.
And if the information is monopolized by anecdote minimum of crime that many fans housewives, tenersene away is almost a duty, but it's fun and instructive record the echoes reflected by listening to the speeches of the same.
few days ago I ran into the usual invocations of the death penalty, no, because otherwise Uncle pedophile is not suffering enough, and then sent to slide on a slippery slope to torture extraordinarily elaborate inventions of special, which I guess will find, with mutatis mutandis, fair evening routine application in sado-masochistic (mica we want to send waste, fantasies so enlightening, no?).
Today I hear of this guy by now we would have already executed in atrocious tortures, could be guilty only of aiding and abetting, and housewives foaming and bubbling fall silent and lay the Manual of the Perfect Torquemada. At least until tomorrow, when journalists decorated with bows a new and different version to give new breath to strengthen the impetus auditel trumpets and shrill chorus of trumpets.
Meanwhile, suppose that a regular prosecutor is conducting a normal investigation with the utmost care to which he is capable, and that at the end of the investigation it will come to a normal process. Point. We need more ?
How lucky we are that judges should be elected by the people, as called some time ago, in one of its most successful rants, the barricaded gangster in Palazzo Chigi.
The nice young man named Serbian Ivan has whetted the ambitions justicialist enough to "color and styling." From: "With all the police that there was, what he wanted to go to catch up?" For the detail that we wanted to trample a few thousand other people, I refer to a previous post about what I discovered called "amoral familism " to: "Well, and while he was there alone astride, not could shoot him? " (I swear: heard with my ears, I waterfalls Minister if the special of the same name invented).
Besides any consideration about that which surrounds and indistinct backdrop to the target may be missed, called "crowd," I'm pretty sure that even in the Code of Hammurabi was predicted to shoot to allow a person to play a football game , and are even more certain that the same work would be carried out sniping, but with the same zeal on the contrary, in the courtyard so as not to play a football game to the kid.
I could not call it hatred, is a kind of chilling simplicity that makes his skin crawl. Because in the end are not bad ...
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