what I joined cristina: his enemies
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Lack Of Oxygen To The Legs
'm not ruling. or rather, I would not be official. but today I am absolutely ruling.
I live in this country since I was born.
was a teenager when hyperinflation and I forget that I smoked tails to change my old salary to dollars to buy back dollars (or was it Southern?) the next day. some companies pay a week for wages helps. I remember that, small as it was, went home and committed workers, with all the nuns Christian guilt imposed on me, the playfulness of get up prices to pay for products without the "remarque" (or radicchio out today Chair of inflation give the boom forgot the gadgets remarked, had employees who were called "remarkable" because its only function in the super was that). the value of trading subway fichita stock market to the point that did not sell more than ten per person for a good way to make a difference was to buy in quantity because the price changed three times per month. also saw how the usual suspects made it impossible for the governance Alfonsin. How many general strikes did to don raul? Raul Ricardo the same as last year, they pushed it ahead of time Chascomús sent him away with cheers and deep pain.
clapping and skimmers
decades later, I made the mistake of going out to beat pans because I had played the rising middle class in my party favors banana and did not stop until the cavalcade fled like rats in a helicopter. that made its way to finish as he finished, needless to say that I know, but who lined up to push it does need to remember it because in this world more fragile memory is dangerously selective. I say world because these issues are not only internal factors cooperate or that false idea of \u200b\u200bthe Argentine, genetically corrupt or asshole. if one wants to look a little pa 'outside does not need much theory, not political or economic, to see that the wires and run them a couple others applaud or whistle as it comes as our savings bank.
of bourgeoise Menem and asshole at the national and popular proletarian
started my working life with the Menem decade and it went very well, earning in dollars, traveled the world and bought pelotudeces in free shop. was an infamous asshole could buy a house a quarter of a million dollars credit to ten years and eternal visa to the United States. I bathed in French perfume and could not imagine life without a credit card.
now, at the time k, I live a day, most of the time you get to make ends meet. of course, lost the house, next to the waist and I canceled the visa with the same eternity that had given me.
this K years I could not go on vacation, and when Saul was king carlitos I went to Brazil, I went to the gusana miami and went to Cancun. I went to Europe and went to new york. I took daiquiri on the beach and did not dance belly dancing which odalisque, I used to be pregnant. however, I know that my first world life was a farce that I had the privilege of acting on the side from which the bomb went cream.
pacifier and the inability superlative
Alfonsin twisted her arm as they want to break cristina. and have had some blame Don Raul for letting it bend. is clear that only an honest and democratic fervor will not stand this banana republic. the cavalcade should not have labored much, we can not say the same about their environment, but again we saw how the restraint does not imply ability and disability, its futility supine, we plunged into the greatest economic crisis in living memory the . I still regret having rubbed elbows with the ladies of San Isidro to stir pots imported because I understood later, we were calling for different things. So, again, did nothing but be useful idiot handlers always, those who always benefit from excessive agitation of my skimmer.
oppose the opposition
today I am proud of my choice but I will not disguise of ideology: when I see those on the side of the street, I get viscerally in this: the ruling. and I come to say that K steals, which dealt in the ethical encounter that is not to blame if not cristina pig is allowed to make jokes with him ... it makes me laugh because it made as if you were stupid . Why not tell us something we do not know?
help stop the weakening of democratic governments, stop pandering to the handlers, the same puppet masters of Argentina as always. they are the ones in 2001 did not lose anything because they had taken all outside and to rub hands as calculated how much they would win at the expense of despair prevailed. are six bastard that permanently rub our hands while you do nothing for them to laburar can keep rubbing, alcohol gel now with the flu because they believed it to them are those who worked to inject it into the collective fear.
what most excites me about cristina:
enemies and I'm big and I realized that, unfortunately, if I'm not with K with the opposition. and I do not know who I want to be, is pretty hopeless, but do not know ... I do know is who do not want. I do not want be with the recalcitrant right leading destinations in the country from aristocratic ladies to here. I do not want to side with employers who play boring government as a challenge to be depressed millionaire and tired of your big goal was a hole in one or the television channel.
not want to go anywhere near this shit grouted political opposition led by a raving psychopath who never marry anyone but all unabashedly wallowing.
how many outside so I was in?
and not be with them, I have to be with K. With K and that I'm going on vacation and if I was M! but I'm not hypocritical and I know that for me the pass pump dulce de leche in Cancun, there were many Argentines who had to leave the system. I would like someone to do the math: how many Argentines left the system so that I could be at the heart of the neoliberal system and perverse fucking foam. should take that calculation and photos of these families as wallpaper and know that these people eat the lice because I was going to swallow crab by hand and all inclusive to the Caribbean. Argentina because they are the same today with mouth wash them rococo ladies life. those women who believe that poverty came in a Louis Vuitton cristina arm hanging, that insecurity is the daughter paco and not hungry, paco is the invention of the Negritos of shit and not the powerful evil that are taken off the residual of cocaine. those gentlemen who cry because they want to hold (anyone ever dared to withhold something and we stopped the country, we closed the roads, put us to the brink of shortages) a portion of the cake and they want us to believe that corruption is a K. invention
chori I like and what
so very nice to go shopping, rich champagne, pizza and sushi club, but I did not want to steal the future to anyone else, is not altruistic a quality that came from Argentina in the combo Catholic Apostolic and Roman, simply because I do not want anyone coming to steal it to me.
in 2001/02, managing a Mechita to, knew those four year olds who had stopped asking for money (and who were the children of those excluded from the Menem administration) because it is content to give them food, the babies, the same age as mine, dripping noses and were nest of lice, while piling my Pokemon and Disney movies bilingual and farts, soon to be fourteen-order and return to the silver but pointing a revolver. Why, if I, as a superlative pelotudita knew, there are people that so hard to understand? What thought that the street Pibito were educated and not only resented? resent look like because they want to touch the soy how they are because they do shake the monopoly, how mad because they dare to retain a portion of the cake or 50 percent up barbecue on Sunday, and ask yourself how they would be if the age of four were on the street and begging as the only allies and contempt for the middle class and upper middle farting Argentina as a mirror at each corner. Talk about what ethics? What moral? Does clarion group morale? Does the moral of the lords of rural society? "The gift of people of Argentina Tilinga business class?
the bend but not break cristina
say is authoritarian. And how they want to be? as Alfonsin, and they take it on? should be understood at once that this woman, and her husband, and those who came before and those to come later, we vote. and we have a valuable place to go to mourn: the polls. is where one is bound to be heard. that is where you express wishes and dislikes.
there is misery but the worst is that there are miserable
and invites us to go inside the misery to know that K is not paradise, I tell you, with all due respect, I need not go that far, I achieved with slaughter my neighbors sleep in the street and the five villages by what has happened every day to go to laburar. k not villages, are much earlier, but these villas, now, I get the universal child allowance. for many may not mean anything, but just ask the girl who watches the kids in my neighbor how much he represents. also can ask whether it is patronage, will not know what the term or who would vote if, for instance, would like to thank their votes bucks receiving end of the month.
my grandfather would antigens despite their convenience ka
if my grandfather would live no credit, I could not believe the time that this government would have increased retirement, because while he lived, not increased it never even had to endure quietly the mouth, how he stole the alliance farting 13 percent of their lean jubileta. of the alliance useless to the current euphoric desperation involved moral, a man with a straight face that dares to suggest the government to calm down ... and not ashamed, the very shit. Why not tell the boy pacifier to calm down when ordered to kill kids in the square?
also my grandfather, who surely will not fall cristina nice, and it would be a priori peligroso una mujer al volante (aunque el volante de su vida siempre lo tuvo mi abuela), podría ver los partidos de fútbol en directo y dejar de pelearse con la spika que ya no daba para más y le hacía perderse los goles de san Lorenzo que, en algunas temporadas, escaseaban más que el sentido común en el senado. es cierto que mi abuelo no creería que el grupo clarín es lo que es. no le entraría en la cabeza que se pueda ser tan vil, tan necio, tan especulador, tan falto de escrúpulos… pero acaso se podría comprar el fucking clarín de los domingos porque la jubilación le rendiría un poquito más.
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