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Between Italy and the Republic of Malori Pizzoccheri

Nothing surprising result of these elections, which would leave very little room for outsiders as the only comments I am capable of policy.
But something that comes from the heart I want di dirla lo stesso: che, se l'Europa va (ulteriormente) a destra, l'Italia si addentra (ulteriormente) nell'osteria. Il che significa liberalismo e liberismo "di risulta", qualche modesta punizione alle smargiassate del premier - che sarebbe splendido poter interpretare come minoritaria attenzione al "j'accuse" del Financial Times - e, in primo piano, tanta chiusura sociale, tanta diffidenza, tanto odio troppo simile a quello che un microcosmo "etnico" nutre nei confronti di altre etnie.
Multietnico, d'altronde, è sempre un paese borghese, capitalistico a tutti gli effetti e implicitamente destrorso: è il cosiddetto "Stato canaglia" che pensa in grande sulla pelle delle classi più deboli, ormai puntualmente made up of aliens. But Italy is not even, indeed it is not at all. Simply wishes to do this without Pellacchia between black or yellow balls, without an alien who is already using. In fact, people do not agree, would like the chicken and the egg and does not know how, since even the little rascals do requires thought, sense of reality, this notion of history, somewhat dialectical tendencies, paradoxically .
So, for now, the cry is "close the doors," if nothing had happened, so then we'll see. So, the cultural homogeneity is the first guarantee of "sicurèssa. And the "sicurèssa" first, so you go home in peace, si vedono in santa pace le partite di calcio, si guarda in santa pace la tv, insomma si fanno in santa pace tutte le cose che fanno la vita! Eh, cacchio!
In altri angoli della terra, sopravvivono repubbliche delle banane, in cui si tollerano dinastie di dittatori e sfruttamenti delle proprie risorse a solo vantaggio di un'élite di potenti o, magari, anche contrattati con qualche "Stato canaglia" occidentale. Cose davvero atroci, ma che l'Italia, stiamone certi, non conoscerà mai, perché le banane sono straniere, "etniche", che se ne vadano via! L'Italia sarà la Repubblica dei Pizzoccheri che non chiederà e non darà niente a nessuno, neppure alle confederate repubbliche dei Bìgoi, della Bagna Cauda, Fugassa of ... the Cannoli, and even less to the Republic Fasciopariolina the Capitol, a specialist in discrimination Lazio. Each will be only to itself, and everything will go to great - that is to small.
only doubt is that, in building this self-sufficient alternative to the evil and the good of the world, entrepreneurs will continue to gloss over the "sicurèssa" workers? Mica leave their fellow die!
(Left, meanwhile, by the pure and hard you are left to die one by one).

direct confirmation (note of 10/06/2009)

Only a few hours after publishing this post, I received an email with the following text: "Dear Paul Vitolo, I read his thoughts on love republics (of bananas and pizzoccheri) that I share. However, do not generalize: Bananas are bananas and pizzoccheri are another matter. I could not say otherwise because the author and the editor of a historical book on the recipe and the dish in question. "
sense? Simple: touche pas aux pizoquéris! Nothing more than that.
But then, nothing but the polemical my contribution, I am exasperated realism! that promptly deserted the journalist, commentator, comedian tv that is presented in the ass by attacking each fold of the political class, but never the custom of the Italians. Yet our cancer, our own invader one, the carelessness, that simple, that non-thought at all costs.
guess the national anthem of the Republics of the Confederate Secchia Rapita which reads: "Va 'pensiero / not ever make you feel more / here we do not want you ..." (Of course with melody and um-pa-pa Verdi).

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purodurismo The disease of leftism male

the appearance of this blog - and only for having opened a blog, not for its content - a few friends responded by accusing me of breaking the "neo-exhibitionism."
This is not some irritated me, but I was immediately driven to make public my contempt for these positions, which are way of life for the so-called "pure and hard ', a predominantly male and, unfortunately, located predominantly in the left that thin is still worthy of that status. Therefore, restricting ourselves to examine the specific case, what exactly defends those who condemn the use of a contemporary medium that has no history of vehicles passed, but in return offers a much more agile? First of all, at least at the most healthy, the nobility of cases which is an implicit implementation of overexposure compared to the results, which can be said of every revolutionary action in history. Also Guy Debord, in the mid-fifties, distributed free of his "Potlatch" expecting a response in people's minds, and an acknowledgment that he could not exactly verify. Today, however, this way of practicing the disagreement with the company in danger of drowning in the icon, suffering from a lack of reality is equivalent to that of the company that raises the same dissent. Today, for example, the world anarchist living in close contact (almost exclusively) of his fellow, is inevitably a sectarian world, specialized, that is idling. On the one hand, a world and a style omogenizzanti the word, writing, dissemination tools, etc. used. The other, an innocent world for its autoghettizzazione. Others think that everyone really up their own minds and the desire to spread their ideas "by any means necessary"! Nonsense! Even the burden on anarchism gratuità se una disciplina lo condiziona. E, a maggior ragione, se questa gli impedisce di interagire con la merda che ci troviamo intorno. Chi, avendo letto i testi che sono nel mio blog, ha disapprovato che fossero blog e non brochure militante mi ha suggerito la moralità e la specialità al posto della libera amoralità della convinzione individuale; mi ha indicato l'autonomia dell'atto di ripulirsi la coscienza (quale lo scrivere quei testi, consegnandoli a una diffusione per forza marginale) al posto dell'opportunità di inoltrare del pensiero diverso proprio nei circuiti della società che contestiamo. Ma questa opportunità, nuova, contemporanea, senza storia gloriosa e, per giunta, condivisa con gli attuali professionisti of sublimation, is a real opportunity, a means of working, can pollute pollution, which does not seem the same thing that screwed wide open doorways. Sure, I could communicate my fellow anarchists anarchism adottrinale through the press off, but you know what they are not the problem. There's just be pissed off because they can not send mail or blog coordinates, ie for the pure-durismo making them harmless, in fact. As against the tireless work of those who have ideas and acts as if he had we can not afford to be harmless, it can not offer them the vestiges of a dream that would not be able to recognize. For this, my pure and hard of my ass, I do not convince! In fact, I think you've come to the same terminus of human balls Ferrer, and through no fault of an era that brought you into the wild in the minority, but in the minority because you put yourself, not accepting that is part of the dialectic the same culture that defend. Why do you close in front of a scenario, of course, would imply more trouble than you want. Your pure-durismo, I have already said, has a noble cause, because romantic conscience. But how can you associate it with the fixity and representation? Pure-durismo of those who only look at the past, who is defending the door or vinyl wrist watches automatic or do things just like I am not surprised, of course. E 'escape the masculine from reality altogether. But you, mon leftist, it seems unnatural that the right woman, black right, the union of the right. Apart from the fact that consistency could really be the virtue of fools (at least in a subject that is not formed spontaneously as a function of his desire), your consistency, mount leftist, I feel even worse: it seems the show, which is always the austerity of the intellectual. We are the misery of Franco Fortini, translating Zazie in the Metro, wrote "CINS blue" instead of "blue jeans", as if to distance themselves from this harmful product of consumerism stars and stripes, or some bottegoscurino who claimed they could not even deliver word "jazz", especially as he was gut-wrenching that musicaccia so desire. But meanwhile, we saw well what all this has brought.