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- Yeah ... fuck you too.

- Fuck me? You go! You and all this shit town and people who live there.
Fuck the beggars I ask for money and laughing behind me.
Fuck the dirty glass window cleaner I cleaned the machine.
Fuck the drivers that I cut off the road, do not stop at the stop sign, which press firmly on the accelerator, making the smart, which turns without signaling it, surpassing the right, park anywhere, who play at first hesitation, that I pat, I rammed, I blew up the mirror and pretend to be right.
Fuck the riders, their contempt of danger, for their impatience, their need to go anywhere and everywhere, in defiance of the code, pedestrians, other road users, ammazzatevi well, but do not come to ask understanding or compassion.
Fuck the entrepreneurs, managers, CEOs who lament poverty and then awards recognize millionaires who evade taxes and complain of inadequate policies, poor infrastructure, ineffective measures, shame, we were fucking!
Fuck the workers who passively accept the violation of their rights, they face the abyss with a smile on his face, that the Piegan head, incapable of any action, resigned all'infausto destiny that fate has given him, stand up!
Fuck the merchants you ask, a simple but well done while you have a result that will inevitably define poor is an understatement.
Fuck the politicians, Berlusconi, Di Pietro, Bersani, Fini, Casini in to Rutelli, their skirmishes, their squabbles, their dialectic, their bellies full, their portfolios swollen with their privileges, their arrogance, far from the world and from everyday problems that afflict it. You betrayed our trust!
Fuck those living illegally and claim, and demands respect for those who commit crimes, those who violate the law and then asks for protection, to those who insult our culture and camp claims.
Fuck the state, the institutions, authorities, their laxity, their inertia, their inaction, their inadequacy, their inability.
Fuck the criminals, thieves, murderers, to the corrupt, for drug dealers, the violent, the Gypsies, the gangsters, the mafia, the dishonest, the cunning, evaders, the underworld, the powerful, the false, the toxic, the addicts, the drunks, the fundamentalists, the troublemaker, the rascals that the apocalypse will strike it down quickly on your miserable lives. In
ass Fabio Fazio, Massimo Giletti Cucuzza, Barbara D'Urso, Daria Bignardi, Maria De Filippi, Belen Rodriguez, Bruno Vespa, Enrico Papi and all the scum that populates and depopulated in TV drugged life and distract us from reality.
Fuck the vile, condescending, licking, hypocritical, dishonest, jealous, touchy, snakes that infest human relationships reduce its value.
Fuck to China its policy of repression and obscurantism, prevarication.
Fuck Iran, its fundamentalism, the nuclear development program, its intransigence, its religious fanaticism, its stupidity.
ass In Cuba, the United States, North Korea, Yemen, in all those states that violate human rights, not allowing for the effective exercise of fundamental human freedoms, and using war as an instrument of international politics. In
ass to the ladies of Via Montenapoleone, Via della Spiga, via currents, with their suits from Valentino and designer bags: their faces injected with silicone, makeup, painted and lift ... you can not deceive anyone, old witches!
Fuck the stockbrokers, bankers, financial salesmen, who think they are masters of the universe, those motherfuckers feel like Michael Douglas / Gordon Gekko and think of new ways to steal from the poor working people. Beat those bastards rot in all my life ... Fuck
Alitalia, the Tirrenia, Fiat, all those companies where the welfare state has allowed it to survive squandering public money.
Fuck Italians with their slicked hair, sunglasses, suits, nylon, the medals of St. Anthony, the loud.
Fuck the priests who put their hands in the pants of innocent children.
Fuck the church that protects them, not free us from evil. And since we're here, we also put Jesus Christ. If you got off lightly. One day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and then the angels' hallelujah for the rest of eternity. Try to spend 80 years on earth. In
ass Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda and those cavemen backward fundamentalists around the world. On behalf of the thousands of murdered innocents, I wish to spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores to roast over low heat in hell. Camel turds with a towel on his head! In Marco
ass, whining and discontented. In
ass Clare, my colleague, who judges me with the eyes of those who had everything in life.
Fuck Luca: I gave my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me to save my ass, her and her ... damn bastard!
Fuck Adele, we ruin the Christmas and hurts my mother.
Fuck 2010.
Fuck this city and who lives there. From townhouses to penthouses Martesana Via Turati, the housing of the Fourth Oggiaro loft via Tortona, from the palaces of Giambellino the stone houses of course Italy and those two plans via Giambologna. That an earthquake topples. These fires are destroying it. To burn until it became ashes, and that the waters are lifted and this swamp-infested sewer rats.

- No, no, fuck you, Yuri, who do not have the courage to take the reins of your life, you do not have the strength to make a change to your miserable existence, you've had the opportunity and you have not learned, you can not keep the car on the street, you have everything you do nothing, ugly dickhead!

cvxqp: Spike Lee - "The 25th Hour"

Febrile Convulsions More Condition_treatment

will be the incessant rain, or sleep, in this pre-Christmas chaos so full of commitments. will be too many (bad) light, which are "sponsored, that dress up the city like an old whore. will be the spirit of Christmas, who wants us all better people, but above all, more consumers, and whispers with the chant of joy growing produce consumed crack, crack consumes produce, produce consumed crack. will all this set of things, but this time I become impatient with the rhetoric, smiles, and false bumbling good intentions with which some institutions decked the front of his house, hiding walls cracked by huge inefficiencies and poor sensitivity and attention to people, sometimes by sheer carelessness and sometimes for substantial failure to fund. these days I'm pissed off, and in open dispute with my bank and my company, for example, but the discussion could be extended to the railways without fear of the state, the ATM, the City of Milan, and who knows how many snooty subjects. promise, but are not able to maintain, nor to respond to their style Shortcomings. want to make a hundred, but they do not even manage well ten. on everything that's not good to pretend anything, humility nobody knows what it is, and will spend a lot of money on unnecessary advertising, false claims and inconclusive bombastic conventions.
sometimes give in to resignation, as if modernity in this country now had no more hope, because the fault, error, inefficiency, the inefficiency over time are now short of that system and you complain? might as well have been worse. other times, like this, me angry, everything hurt embodies the wasted opportunity of it better, and I feel to give battle, and if indeed we are all fucked up we will be asking questions, asking questions, bringing attention, asking for information, reminding us that the lies and the other begin only where ignorance does not know their rights.
kindly excuse me could you tell me how to make a complaint to the central management? you know what are the origins of this disruption and what you are doing to solve it? this document the safety assessment there are things that I did not come back, can I have an explanation? I could get the number of office administration and call me directly? we have somewhere a copy of the Negotiable?
perhaps smacks of naivety as usual, but I discovered that asking questions is a terrific way, perhaps the best, to get respect and, sometimes, to make a first step towards a solution. must be ordered with the irony and controversy due to be filtered, but it is a trick that can bear fruit: an application is dynamic, requires action, information, thirst for knowledge, it is practically unavoidable, yet immune to criticism. and frightening (or if nothing else, at attention), because it implies an answer.
so do not ever resign, and never stop to question, tease and nailed to the wall with mediocre institution with any requests for clarification, do not let him rest, use the information gathered to formulate other questions, each question in our guerrilla will be a bullet. f

csxqp: Frank Sinatra - "Night Song No 3"