Zeb Atlas And Mark Dalton

Berlusconi, and morale

A curious thing in the recent wave of communication and agitation around the known facts Berlusconi (here I refer to allegations related to Ruby, and various social gatherings, gay, orgies or dinners that were, in vila Arcore) is that it is presented in form of moralism. Led by the usual priest, (sorry, I missed: the masterly review of the Vatican) all those who have a dislike Berlusconi unleashed to say that the dignity of the state is outraged, and ultimately a man of over seventy should stop going with minors, and in fact could not make a bit 'like Napolitano or Ciampi, who ran behind his own wife?

I recall that the issue of contention is, or at least should be if there was or there was no sex with minors (and prostitution). I should also mention that in Italy, prostitution is legal.

But the tenor of the discussion threads into the sexuality of Berlusconi. It gives me deep trouble, as it should be for anyone who is a lover of personal freedom. It's none of our , if a man or a woman, twenty or one hundred and ten years, political or baker decides to copulate with whoever he wants within the laws. They are not made Vatican if said another way, Berlusconi decided (hypothetically) to negotiate and ninety one hundred and ten transgender Bari Egyptian dancers, age of course. The sex lives of our leaders, as well as that of our bakers, it is not our business. It embraces the private sphere.
I do not think that the sexual life of the prime minister (or any) should be an example to the country. When I will have the age of Berlusconi, I will have the freedom to choose whether to invest my savings in a collection of pipes or roots in Reggio gay prostitutes. It will be my business and my family if anything, certainly not of others!

Trouble me much, much more the sixteen other processes, including the Mills deal still going and the two ended with a conviction for perjury and false accounting (amnesty) and still finished with the other requirements and extenuating circumstances (see summary here in ten lies ). And even older stories, and contiguity with the likes of Dell'Utri and Previti. That means that the creeps, but the girls dressed as nurses and Emilio true faith and other characters from the play. Berlusconi's worst behaviors are probably those who do not have an offense.

In short, the wave moralism, Catholic and non-right-and left disgusts me. And be careful: it begins by criticizing the elderly whoremongers, and tomorrow, with the approval of the Church, you find yourself picking on homosexuals and adulterers. And it is disgusting that in Italy there should continue to dance to the music of the Vatican. Ruby is in trouble for Berlusconi as Al Capone who goes to prison for tax evasion .

It remains only to admission of a Machiavellian: I think that Berlusconi and its a disaster for Italy, such an international embarrassment that I would see it pay well for any stupid, by the oath in a public outrage the flag of the fee evasion RAI. Frankly, just to get rid of it, anything goes. The only trouble is that we will have to put up forty postberlusconiani that will be even worse than postcraxiani. And who will try to dedicate streets, roads and universities.

Daughter In Underwear

Nestor is here!

Dear friends,
Nestor became a bit 'wait, but then came. 20 I 2011, at 20:23, he made his entrance into the world Nestor Giordano Eyal April Muresan, four pounds at birth, fifty-three cm major axis. Main interests: eating, sleeping, making a sound inarticulate.

The August figure for now has his own blog. To put it bluntly, they also have difficulty with the keyboard. So we will be me and Miss R to greet you in his stead.

Hacking Internet Dongle

[Poetry] Our concert

Title: Our concert
Genre: Romantic
Note: to my lovely pie ♥ (I took the code, I went to copy it from your last post ahahahaha) EVERYWHERE SEIIIIII (step -proposal-hugging evening lovvin-foot-palpin ahahahaha)

Our concert

Treasury, a little closer,
want to reveal a secret:
the other night talking with my father
I realized what I really want:
nothing.

do not intend to pursue unnecessarily
success, the golden glory
bay leaf, and luxury sparkling
money, awards and overwhelming:
nothing matters;

warm enough for me to our room along with some hot candle

rischiarante
cards and scribbled my bic soft and true blue,
but listen: I have no haughty

requirements, see,
if not one that is so humble
purple from all the meat and to pray for

closer to whisper:

"I sometimes found near
while I write a poem for you that your time
eagerly create
with a surprising passion, and lost


in your eyes so brown
kingdoms and dreams and who are entering the words

snowy emptiness and take root and bloom
between the lines,

that you, my love omnipresent, perfectly free to
versatile
you pour reverberating in me
unpretentious and inquiries, you
poetry "

Tractor Birthday Cake

poised

Some will recall that in a very remote, I mentioned Miss R. Some things have happened in the meantime: Briefly said, we both finished perfection, we have found work, I Delft her to Brussels, we bought a house and had a child. Which should make its entry into the world this Saturday. I am in Brussels, wait, wait, eat and cook. That's all ...