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Holy Family with Kalashnikovs.


"Around me I see the image of the real family, that made by men, women and children. Possibly many children". So Mr Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives Rocco Buttiglione says the Fiuggi Family Festival. He adds, "That 's the kind of large family found in our country. It is good that those politicians who think only to unmarried couples, best sex, aware of it. "
Quiet Rocco, of de facto couples, especially homosexuals, politicians care a saw. Much more important to talk about sluts regime. but I do not care nothing if the prime minister wants to pay all women willing to join with him in bed but now given to him by Putin in Italy at not talking about anything else. this is better than facing serious economic crisis, unemployment and precarious employment or after the earthquake. And then under the umbrella of the gossip of the best gifts Capalbio bedrooms rather than the sad story of a worker cassintegrati.
Returning to the real family, that sanctified by Buttiglione, I would just bring back some data.
One death every two day, 1200 victims in 5 years: the Italian family kills most of the Sacra Corona Unita, the Camorra, the 'Ndrangheta and Al Qaeda combined. In family is 91.6% of homicides and suicides, just open the newspaper every day to notice easily. Even today, the sacred family has been consecrated by the blood, in Rho, a man killed his wife and then shot himself in front of children 6 and 4 years. Out of 10 women killed in Italy 7 were killed by their partner or a family member. So next time you afraid to go to the Termini railway station at night or you are afraid to cross the fringes of your city on your own / and you think, at least statistically, is much safer than spend an evening sul divano a guardare Ballando con le stelle nell’accogliente tepore del focolare domestico. Quel focolare il più delle volte scotta e brucia. La Famiglia, e in Italia si parla solo di quella sacra e inviolabile fondata sul matrimonio tra un uomo e una donna e magari tanti bambini, è, almeno statisticamente, il luogo a più alto tasso criminale. Avete insomma più possibilità di essere preso a schioppettate dal/la vostro/a ex piuttosto che da un malvivente. Che culo. E al funerale si parlerà di tragica fatalità, del momento di follia di un marito e padre modello, esemplare cittadino conforme alle regole. Amen.

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Holy Family with Kalashnikovs.


"Around me I see the image of the real family, that made by men, women and children. Possibly many children". So Mr Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives Rocco Buttiglione says the Fiuggi Family Festival. He adds, "That 's the kind of large family found in our country. It is good that those politicians who think only to unmarried couples, best sex, aware of it. "
Quiet Rocco, of de facto couples, especially homosexuals, politicians care a saw. Much more important to talk about sluts regime. but I do not care nothing if the prime minister wants to pay all women willing to join with him in bed but now given to him by Putin in Italy at not talking about anything else. this is better than facing serious economic crisis, unemployment and precarious employment or after the earthquake. And then under the umbrella of the gossip of the best gifts Capalbio bedrooms rather than the sad story of a worker cassintegrati.
Returning to the real family, that sanctified by Buttiglione, I would just bring back some data.
One death every two day, 1200 victims in 5 years: the Italian family kills most of the Sacra Corona Unita, the Camorra, the 'Ndrangheta and Al Qaeda combined. In family is 91.6% of homicides and suicides, just open the newspaper every day to notice easily. Even today, the sacred family has been consecrated by the blood, in Rho, a man killed his wife and then shot himself in front of children 6 and 4 years. Out of 10 women killed in Italy 7 were killed by their partner or a family member. So next time you afraid to go to the Termini railway station at night or you are afraid to cross the fringes of your city on your own / and you think, at least statistically, is much safer than spend an evening sul divano a guardare Ballando con le stelle nell’accogliente tepore del focolare domestico. Quel focolare il più delle volte scotta e brucia. La Famiglia, e in Italia si parla solo di quella sacra e inviolabile fondata sul matrimonio tra un uomo e una donna e magari tanti bambini, è, almeno statisticamente, il luogo a più alto tasso criminale. Avete insomma più possibilità di essere preso a schioppettate dal/la vostro/a ex piuttosto che da un malvivente. Che culo. E al funerale si parlerà di tragica fatalità, del momento di follia di un marito e padre modello, esemplare cittadino conforme alle regole. Amen.

Causes Of Chronis Sore Throat

god hates you, says Phelps.


And speaking of music, I made the final standings miss this gem of extraordinary followers of the Westboro Church. A great return of the usual clique of Reverend Phelps which I have already spoken in these pages. Every comment seems superfluous, just a doubt I gripped the mind: who is the goat that clashes so much? I have an idea I would, perhaps possessed with pale blue sweater in the front row? And if you chew a minimum English I recommend the documentary on youtube the legendary Louis T Phelps has made on the BBC.

Causes Of Chronis Sore Throat

god hates you, says Phelps.


And speaking of music, I made the final standings miss this gem of extraordinary followers of the Westboro Church. A great return of the usual clique of Reverend Phelps which I have already spoken in these pages. Every comment seems superfluous, just a doubt I gripped the mind: who is the goat that clashes so much? I have an idea I would, perhaps possessed with pale blue sweater in the front row? And if you chew a minimum English I recommend the documentary on youtube the legendary Louis T Phelps has made on the BBC.

Can You Patent A Packaging Idea?

the hit of the summer

Third place:

I seen beyonce at burger king is my trash myth of the week: Cazwell, New York rapper white and gay, queer response to Eminem. the piece is brilliant, I would like jonny makeup became my classmate and the trans version of Beyonce I find phenomenal.

Second place:

Another piece of Caz, Watch my mouth, except for a guest star as Amanda Lepore, born Armando, simple icon David Lachapelle.

And, drum roll in the first place the real hit of the summer, the tune that there leverete more from the head ...

Anal Beat Immanuel Casto deserves the hit parade for the gracefulness of the lines and the subtle sexual innuendo.
this summer on the beach wherever you are, you want to see the play jouer dance of 2009! up! all together! mimed after me ... Doggy ... crowded ... anal beat beat beat beat beat beat anal ... are already possessed by the rhythm ...

Can You Patent A Packaging Idea?

the hit of the summer

Third place:

I seen beyonce at burger king is my trash myth of the week: Cazwell, New York rapper white and gay, queer response to Eminem. the piece is brilliant, I would like jonny makeup became my classmate and the trans version of Beyonce I find phenomenal.

Second place:

Another piece of Caz, Watch my mouth, except for a guest star as Amanda Lepore, born Armando, simple icon David Lachapelle.

And, drum roll in the first place the real hit of the summer, the tune that there leverete more from the head ...

Anal Beat Immanuel Casto deserves the hit parade for the gracefulness of the lines and the subtle sexual innuendo.
this summer on the beach wherever you are, you want to see the play jouer dance of 2009! up! all together! mimed after me ... Doggy ... crowded ... anal beat beat beat beat beat beat anal ... are already possessed by the rhythm ...

What Is The Recovery Time On A Stomach Aneurysm

more mundane or more mondina?

Ben
two social evenings have marked my week, something rare for a usually touches the peak of high society dinner in front of sky in the throes of a furious zapping that usually calms down only on the program more trash the entire package. The first was a showcase, ergo the submission of a CD in a place close to home. Everything comes from a friend of my sweetheart who invites her friend to hear singing. I imagine those things losers in the pub while the third category where the wretched of the moment is mitered, waiters shouting orders to the kitchen to block the entry. But this was a night put on a grand scale. I state that I am being close to home and we go to my sweet spot as two dressed down to throw the garbage bag. Grooming the list entry in search of our names but do not seem to come out. While this humiliating task is accomplished, we doubled the order by: Pamela Prati with toyboy husband South American in tow, a group of elderly ladies who have come to Buenos Aires, which sported a Miss will have had more or less the age of my mother and that the band has conquered it at the time of General Videla, and an unidentified starlet fiction. Soon after we cross the threshold, inside there are more paparazzi than guests, wine and free food and a television audience of undergrowth respectable but only I suffered cathode of garbage, I recognize. At the first corner I run into Nathalie Caldonazzo that false eyelashes are longer than all of the deer park of the Gran Paradiso put together, her breasts filled to 2.20 and a very nice face. The escort Miss Buenos Aires 1972, swoop on the first celebrities such as hungry dogs on a bone. To entertain Nat, on two feet and heels more gums in the mouth of Varenne, there Tiziana Rocca, the first lady of Roman events, she and her husband Giulio Base, "actor" and "director", are regulars at Porta to-door every time we talk about family, the real one, that based on Catholic values. I am living a spot of the CEI and the most hateful and pathetic of a saint Maria Goretti revived. Right behind Stefania Orlando, the former Andrea Roncato and television presence in the various third-rate transmissions of RAI. Prince Giovannelli, slimy and greasy noble Roman Capitoline parsley worldliness. Host of the show a voice actor-actor with whom I had, because a customer made a huge figure of shit just two days before and that I looked good and healthy. The character in question, which will cost less than anyone else, had the evening and heading off after the fourth glass of wine started calling to transcend the musicians on stage like a fish when the fish market offers. La Rocca has risked a faint and called for restraint with dirty looks and jerky movements of hands, but to give back to its matte patina evening glamor. Continue to get famous and the photographers who immortalized in famosette poses calendar mechanic but I Financo, a collector of TV nerds, barely recognize. The highlight is achieved when the evening comes on stage to duet with the singer, Bianca Guaccero that I had absolutely no notice and I did not know how to categorize and I explained to my sweet and D. Who the hell it was. The icing on the cake, Pamela Prati has danced on the notes of the closing track. What can I say ... the first is a hundred times thinner than it looks on TV, according to live seems a little 'less trans and a third to 50 years, has a physique that most of us would have signed for at least 30. For those also interested in the music, the singer was Senit, I had never felt, a sort of Aretha Franklin the hills of Bologna, tanned like the nano and intuition would also rather lella (translation: gay woman). Bella voce.
La seconda serata mondana c’è stata ieri ma questa ve la racconto nel prossimo post.

What Is The Recovery Time On A Stomach Aneurysm

more mundane or more mondina?

Ben
two social evenings have marked my week, something rare for a usually touches the peak of high society dinner in front of sky in the throes of a furious zapping that usually calms down only on the program more trash the entire package. The first was a showcase, ergo the submission of a CD in a place close to home. Everything comes from a friend of my sweetheart who invites her friend to hear singing. I imagine those things losers in the pub while the third category where the wretched of the moment is mitered, waiters shouting orders to the kitchen to block the entry. But this was a night put on a grand scale. I state that I am being close to home and we go to my sweet spot as two dressed down to throw the garbage bag. Grooming the list entry in search of our names but do not seem to come out. While this humiliating task is accomplished, we doubled the order by: Pamela Prati with toyboy husband South American in tow, a group of elderly ladies who have come to Buenos Aires, which sported a Miss will have had more or less the age of my mother and that the band has conquered it at the time of General Videla, and an unidentified starlet fiction. Soon after we cross the threshold, inside there are more paparazzi than guests, wine and free food and a television audience of undergrowth respectable but only I suffered cathode of garbage, I recognize. At the first corner I run into Nathalie Caldonazzo that false eyelashes are longer than all of the deer park of the Gran Paradiso put together, her breasts filled to 2.20 and a very nice face. The escort Miss Buenos Aires 1972, swoop on the first celebrities such as hungry dogs on a bone. To entertain Nat, on two feet and heels more gums in the mouth of Varenne, there Tiziana Rocca, the first lady of Roman events, she and her husband Giulio Base, "actor" and "director", are regulars at Porta to-door every time we talk about family, the real one, that based on Catholic values. I am living a spot of the CEI and the most hateful and pathetic of a saint Maria Goretti revived. Right behind Stefania Orlando, the former Andrea Roncato and television presence in the various third-rate transmissions of RAI. Prince Giovannelli, slimy and greasy noble Roman Capitoline parsley worldliness. Host of the show a voice actor-actor with whom I had, because a customer made a huge figure of shit just two days before and that I looked good and healthy. The character in question, which will cost less than anyone else, had the evening and heading off after the fourth glass of wine started calling to transcend the musicians on stage like a fish when the fish market offers. La Rocca has risked a faint and called for restraint with dirty looks and jerky movements of hands, but to give back to its matte patina evening glamor. Continue to get famous and the photographers who immortalized in famosette poses calendar mechanic but I Financo, a collector of TV nerds, barely recognize. The highlight is achieved when the evening comes on stage to duet with the singer, Bianca Guaccero that I had absolutely no notice and I did not know how to categorize and I explained to my sweet and D. Who the hell it was. The icing on the cake, Pamela Prati has danced on the notes of the closing track. What can I say ... the first is a hundred times thinner than it looks on TV, according to live seems a little 'less trans and a third to 50 years, has a physique that most of us would have signed for at least 30. For those also interested in the music, the singer was Senit, I had never felt, a sort of Aretha Franklin the hills of Bologna, tanned like the nano and intuition would also rather lella (translation: gay woman). Bella voce.
La seconda serata mondana c’è stata ieri ma questa ve la racconto nel prossimo post.

My 3 Week Old Has Phlegm

FESTA PER IL MIO "ANGIOLETTO"

Sunday we celebrated the first major event of Alexander: his baptism!

Thanks to the great Don Alfredo, the ceremony was simple but effective, even Alexander seemed to listen attentively to his words!

Since I like things "made" rather than opt for dinner at the restaurant I decided to complicate life and take advantage of our small garden to offer all guests a refreshment / aperitifs with rice salad, gnocchi with olives, stuffed pancakes, all rigorously made by me ... with a small contribution of mother and sister! ... Obviously the days before the party, including cleaning and cooking, with a Pupetto to watch (thanks to injured dad who helped me in this!) I have done nothing but regret this decision ... yes, the cake beautifully over here is not my work ... I would be really good trooooppo! Beautiful, but also very good ... so that in these days I got a tummy ache to end the lack of advanced! In his little well

Alessandro ha gradito il dolce: per fare una foto Luigi gli ha avvicinato il bavaglino al cioccolato e lui ne ha subito approfittato per allungare la lingua!! Risultato?!? Si è tutto macchiato la polo bianca Trussardi che indossava!!!! Possibile che devo togliere le macchie di cioccolato dalla maglietta di un bambino di 3 mesi?!?! :-)

Ed infine le bomboniere: un'allegra orchestrina di angioletti con gli occhietti furbetti...proprio come quelli del mio angioletto!

Certo, sono arrivata a domenica sera esausta, ma così soddisfatta di tutto, del mio bambino, della mia bella famiglia, grata di tutti i complimenti ricevuti dalle persone che ci vogliono bene e che hanno festeggiato con noi this important moment, that if you go back I would do the same! Every effort has paid off!

My 3 Week Old Has Phlegm

FESTA PER IL MIO "ANGIOLETTO"

Sunday we celebrated the first major event of Alexander: his baptism!

Thanks to the great Don Alfredo, the ceremony was simple but effective, even Alexander seemed to listen attentively to his words!

Since I like things "made" rather than opt for dinner at the restaurant I decided to complicate life and take advantage of our small garden to offer all guests a refreshment / aperitifs with rice salad, gnocchi with olives, stuffed pancakes, all rigorously made by me ... with a small contribution of mother and sister! ... Obviously the days before the party, including cleaning and cooking, with a Pupetto to watch (thanks to injured dad who helped me in this!) I have done nothing but regret this decision ... yes, the cake beautifully over here is not my work ... I would be really good trooooppo! Beautiful, but also very good ... so that in these days I got a tummy ache to end the lack of advanced! In his little well

Alessandro ha gradito il dolce: per fare una foto Luigi gli ha avvicinato il bavaglino al cioccolato e lui ne ha subito approfittato per allungare la lingua!! Risultato?!? Si è tutto macchiato la polo bianca Trussardi che indossava!!!! Possibile che devo togliere le macchie di cioccolato dalla maglietta di un bambino di 3 mesi?!?! :-)

Ed infine le bomboniere: un'allegra orchestrina di angioletti con gli occhietti furbetti...proprio come quelli del mio angioletto!

Certo, sono arrivata a domenica sera esausta, ma così soddisfatta di tutto, del mio bambino, della mia bella famiglia, grata di tutti i complimenti ricevuti dalle persone che ci vogliono bene e che hanno festeggiato con noi this important moment, that if you go back I would do the same! Every effort has paid off!

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Visto che in questi giorni non ho molto tempo né fantasia per scrivere, vorrei ringraziare vivamente l'anonimo commentatore del post "genova pride e l'inno del corpo sciolto", per avermi dato un simpatico spunto in questa afosa mattinata di luglio. Ma riassumiamo brevemente i fatti. In data 19 giugno la qui presente Identity Crash scriveva un post sulla scelta del brano del signor Ceccarini Ciri come inno del Genova Pride. Come potrete verificare, in data 29 giugno alle ore 17,49 il signor Mikybeo si risentiva molto della mia "pacata" critica alle capacità artistiche del signor Ceccarini Ciri. A follow on 30 June at 1.11 Mrs or Miss Dorjna matters worse. About 9 hours after Crash Identity in a very polite reply pointing out the freedom of expression and tastes singing still in force in this country. Then this morning the light hits me right in! This is the real key to success: have some detractors. I've done it, I would come. Easy to have friends who leave you comments insightful and relevant new blog friends who flatter you and lavish in your praise on the unquestionable ability, but can boast of comments like these, left by unknown, is another story. So first, thanks guys, from my heart. Arrival at the agency as usual Scazzi and hot, I turn on the mac, I open the mail, the blog and found this pearl to embellish my day. If you are too lazy to go looking for it among the comments you bring it in full:

Anonymous said ...

No, dear Identity Crash, you will not leave you so easily. Reread what you wrote. If you, in fact, just say you do not like the verses and the music of a song you might well speak of criticism. But when you allow yourself to judge a person's face "we want to talk about what he looks? A cross between the hunchback of Cocciante and an opening umbrellas at the Lido di Cecina" write this, the first apostrophe Ciri as a singer shit, "comes from say one thing: at least had the courage Ciri and was rewarded with a performance in front of 50 thousand or 100 thousand people. Free and full of joy, just as the text of Ciri that, not surprisingly, is its freedom from a condition of fear, phobia, non-acceptance. It comes on stage. Genoa. That of freedom. With his good or bad and its free and courageous voice. Your
instead of voice, as well as being vulgar, envious and miserable it is? And your face? How? Resembles that of Brad Pitt or that of a toad? In a pig or a prince? In
your full and absolute freedom to criticize anyone and everyone else, I encourage you to keep a straight bar of respect. Perché il rispetto è dovuto a tutti ma, se me lo permetti, un po' di più a chi dimostra di avere il coraggio di diventare bandiera di un movimento ancora oggi bersagliato da tutte le parti.
Credo di non aver chiesto troppo. W CIRI CECCARINI!!!! In attesa di una foto di Identity.

Sarei tentata di rispondere nella maniera più facile e veloce per terminare qui la polemica, per la serie questo è il mio blog pappappero pappapà, scrivo quello che voglio e se non ti sta bene non lo leggere. Ma io adoro la polemica e quindi dopo aver inizialmente smorzato i toni, decido di rubare del tempo al mio prossimo cappuccino per rispondere a questo commento punto per punto:

primo_ se avessi letto almeno one of my posts you would know that this is my style, you may like it or not, but it is. So if you attack the front and so heavy the triad god family home (see saints, popes, politicians, parents, employers) why should I change the tone when it comes to Mr. Ceccarini Ciri?

Secondo_ the only courage that had been pouring out of this stuff that people claiming to ax music. Not enough to have something "politically correct" to say about having to be appreciated by automatically GLBTQ community. Or at least for me is not enough.

Terzo_la my voice is certainly vulgar, envious (but not Ceccarini Ciri) miserable.

Quarto_ of my face when you ask you the example of Brad Pitt taking for granted that I am a man, gay, like you. In the other comments I read things like "you're jealous because he was on stage and you at home doing the crochet hook." Sorry to disappoint you again but you're talking to a woman. And these jokes from fairy provincial here you can also save.

Quinto_questo is a blog where cazzeggiano totally incorrect is the only bar that controls the ship. If you do not like free not to read it.

Here we take the piss, everyone and everything, you want my picture to do the same? You do not need. Use your imagination.

In conclusion I have no doubt that Ciri is a good guy and who believes in what he does and that makes the deck to make ends meet, as anyone trying to live their art without being recommended, but this has nothing to do with the shit that I write this space. There is so difficult to understand?

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Visto che in questi giorni non ho molto tempo né fantasia per scrivere, vorrei ringraziare vivamente l'anonimo commentatore del post "genova pride e l'inno del corpo sciolto", per avermi dato un simpatico spunto in questa afosa mattinata di luglio. Ma riassumiamo brevemente i fatti. In data 19 giugno la qui presente Identity Crash scriveva un post sulla scelta del brano del signor Ceccarini Ciri come inno del Genova Pride. Come potrete verificare, in data 29 giugno alle ore 17,49 il signor Mikybeo si risentiva molto della mia "pacata" critica alle capacità artistiche del signor Ceccarini Ciri. A follow on 30 June at 1.11 Mrs or Miss Dorjna matters worse. About 9 hours after Crash Identity in a very polite reply pointing out the freedom of expression and tastes singing still in force in this country. Then this morning the light hits me right in! This is the real key to success: have some detractors. I've done it, I would come. Easy to have friends who leave you comments insightful and relevant new blog friends who flatter you and lavish in your praise on the unquestionable ability, but can boast of comments like these, left by unknown, is another story. So first, thanks guys, from my heart. Arrival at the agency as usual Scazzi and hot, I turn on the mac, I open the mail, the blog and found this pearl to embellish my day. If you are too lazy to go looking for it among the comments you bring it in full:

Anonymous said ...

No, dear Identity Crash, you will not leave you so easily. Reread what you wrote. If you, in fact, just say you do not like the verses and the music of a song you might well speak of criticism. But when you allow yourself to judge a person's face "we want to talk about what he looks? A cross between the hunchback of Cocciante and an opening umbrellas at the Lido di Cecina" write this, the first apostrophe Ciri as a singer shit, "comes from say one thing: at least had the courage Ciri and was rewarded with a performance in front of 50 thousand or 100 thousand people. Free and full of joy, just as the text of Ciri that, not surprisingly, is its freedom from a condition of fear, phobia, non-acceptance. It comes on stage. Genoa. That of freedom. With his good or bad and its free and courageous voice. Your
instead of voice, as well as being vulgar, envious and miserable it is? And your face? How? Resembles that of Brad Pitt or that of a toad? In a pig or a prince? In
your full and absolute freedom to criticize anyone and everyone else, I encourage you to keep a straight bar of respect. Perché il rispetto è dovuto a tutti ma, se me lo permetti, un po' di più a chi dimostra di avere il coraggio di diventare bandiera di un movimento ancora oggi bersagliato da tutte le parti.
Credo di non aver chiesto troppo. W CIRI CECCARINI!!!! In attesa di una foto di Identity.

Sarei tentata di rispondere nella maniera più facile e veloce per terminare qui la polemica, per la serie questo è il mio blog pappappero pappapà, scrivo quello che voglio e se non ti sta bene non lo leggere. Ma io adoro la polemica e quindi dopo aver inizialmente smorzato i toni, decido di rubare del tempo al mio prossimo cappuccino per rispondere a questo commento punto per punto:

primo_ se avessi letto almeno one of my posts you would know that this is my style, you may like it or not, but it is. So if you attack the front and so heavy the triad god family home (see saints, popes, politicians, parents, employers) why should I change the tone when it comes to Mr. Ceccarini Ciri?

Secondo_ the only courage that had been pouring out of this stuff that people claiming to ax music. Not enough to have something "politically correct" to say about having to be appreciated by automatically GLBTQ community. Or at least for me is not enough.

Terzo_la my voice is certainly vulgar, envious (but not Ceccarini Ciri) miserable.

Quarto_ of my face when you ask you the example of Brad Pitt taking for granted that I am a man, gay, like you. In the other comments I read things like "you're jealous because he was on stage and you at home doing the crochet hook." Sorry to disappoint you again but you're talking to a woman. And these jokes from fairy provincial here you can also save.

Quinto_questo is a blog where cazzeggiano totally incorrect is the only bar that controls the ship. If you do not like free not to read it.

Here we take the piss, everyone and everything, you want my picture to do the same? You do not need. Use your imagination.

In conclusion I have no doubt that Ciri is a good guy and who believes in what he does and that makes the deck to make ends meet, as anyone trying to live their art without being recommended, but this has nothing to do with the shit that I write this space. There is so difficult to understand?