Dieci piccoli indiani bugiardi versione completa ( Piccolo manuale di resistenza umana contro le menzogne del regime) Una volta eliminato l’impossibile non farti prendere per il culo: ciò che rimane anche se improbabile è certamente la solita menzogna.
(S. Holmes. Più o meno…..) Dieci piccoli servetti se ne andarono a mangiar uno fece indigestione solo nove ne restar… “Ad anomalia si risponde con anomalia!” sbraita nel saloon polveroso il pistolero Sallusti agitando il winchester davanti al povero Rodotà intento a smascherare la menzogna n. 1: in nessun paese europeo è prevista l’immunità per il premier, al massimo per qualche sparuto monarca o presidente della repubblica. Manca in effetti una legislazione aggiornata in materia di cesari ( secondo la vulgata della P3) ed aspiranti faraoni, sarà forse per questo che il fido Al Nano si ritrova con due globi oculari sempre più schizzati ed un traffico neuronale caotico come una tangenziale ed intasato più di un cesso di una mensa universitaria. Confessiamo che almeno stavolta siamo d’accordo col pistola: all’anomalia di un presidente del consiglio indagato per molteplici reati gravissimi e totalmente estranei alla sua attività di governo si risponde con l’anomalia di un parlamento di servitori ed avvocati sempre pronti a cucirgli addosso mostruosità giuridiche in serie solo per garantirgli l’eterna impunità…
Ma al maldestro pistolero è poi malauguratamente esplosa in mano la canna della vecchia barzelletta sconcia sull’avviso di garanzia di Napoli…
Nove poveri servetti fino a notte alta vegliar: uno cadde addormentato otto solo ne restar Capita ancora oggi infatti di imbattersi in stonati e polverosi 33 giri di regime incantati nel ripetere (menzogna n.2) che il Chiavatar uno scivolò dai tacchi e si lussò il cerone a causa di un avviso di garanzia recapitatogli in data 22 novembre 1994 nel corso di un G Tappo da lui presieduto a Napoli ( sapete bene infatti che stiamo parlando di un real connoisseur of G). In reality it was a simple subpoena (lie # 3), known to him at least the night before but which as always had an improper use (it was clean ... the face). The Government of "down in the mud," the first in the last twenty years on the run from the law, in which the Executive wanted to join Cicciolina none other than Di Pietro (lie # 4: "I did not know sbattesse in so many innocent," the scendilettone lawyers should at least explain that the prosecutor does not have the power to arrest anyone right) actually fell following a no confidence motion filed on December 16, 1994 by D'Alema, Bossi and Buttiglione also on the wave of protest against the pillar pension reform in the country. So it was the ally to Braghehear ammosciare Chiavatar the bulb thanks to a simple burp mulinatogli and a middle finger in my face at least two weeks before the G cap. They took it off the years of the Long Knives, a Mafia Berluskaz Arcore and the League of the left rib (when in fact it is just the scrotum partiton of love: always keep up the good balls), in short of all that junk hastily concealed under the carpet in the era of love and binges of toxic pajata, polenta and armchairs in the modern "Rome Magnon" sauce League. Even then
circolava nella corte dei nani e delle ballerine riciclate l’antica storiella craxiana riveduta e corretta di una prima repubblica abbattuta solo grazie ad un golpe ordito da micidiali magistrati politicizzati (menzogna n 4: gli unici in realtà esistenti sono, ad esempio, i tristemente noti ammazzasentenze del porto delle nebbie) e non schiantatasi sotto il peso di un colossale debito pubblico e di una corruzione diffusa ormai così spudorata da non essere più tollerabile neanche in un paese storicamente dotato di più peli nello stomaco di quanti ne abbia Gallo Cerone sul suo tappetino cranico color mogano. A questo punto però prestate bene attenzione a queste poche, illuminate parole: “La vecchia classe politica è stata travolta overtaken by events and the times, the scuttling of the old rulers crushed by debt (but were not the robes?) and the illegal financing of political parties (and who knows who was the first to foraging in great secrecy, with its 64 companies off -shore ...) leaving the country unprepared at the time of renewal (but who intrigues you with up to yesterday, with mango and Dell'Utri? With friends in the P2? With the old socio fugitive in Hammamet ?)...". I am sure you may have guessed the flight the purest source of these noble and inspiring words from statesman but ungrateful fox's daddy just came down in the mud, of course! And yet, executioner furiously: "Enough thieves of state (excluding any)! We are for a new policy (!), Other than clean (!!), (!!!). We are working against Italy Italy stealing (!!!!)". At that point, the victim of un''irrefrenabile commotion, ran into the bathroom to wash her face: the bidet.
But the father (but I say the godfather) of all decent men was unfortunately unaware of the mortal danger that hung over his still-heads not RIZZOLLI by the Civil Protection spa: the turnaround ..
Otto poor Servetti they go for a walk, alas, remains a back then there were only seven ..
This funny fairy tale (lie # 5) propaganda Miniculpap has the memorable skyscrapers built of sand. The caretaker government headed by Lamberto Dini (former Minister of Chiavatar 1, so certainly not a communist prime minister) was born in parliament because, as widely expected dall'odiatissima constitution, there were the numbers for a majority alternative (and that's why today a lot of winks to go to the polls). Among other things, the only people who deny the confidence to the future "Frog" were precisely those of the PRC, while Forza Mafia graciously abstained. And so, according to the propaganda, the Left came to power (along with the Cossacks and the Democrats leaguers Bolsheviks, with a prime minister from Forza Italy and the real Communists, Perhaps distracted, strangely opposition ...) not complying with the constitutional rules, but only under a non-existent "turnaround" and so execrated building games (like that of Tremonti, who was elected with the covenant signs and soon passed cuts and luggage in court of dwarfs and dancers. O type to those who love them "I love shopping" when he goes hunting for cheap parliamentary opposition in the wilderness, perhaps offering the balance of any mortgage payments or small canvases small part for wives , several girlfriends and lovers ...). Too bad for him, however, that two years after Mr Prodi's Olive Tree tore it big in the voting booth to prove beyond a reasonable survey what was in those years the real will of the sovereign people. So, just to not lose the habit, they continued to concoct false leads and spread toxic waste like the preposterous allegation of electoral fraud (true, Cota? And then wait to claim victory, let's see first how it goes with your loved ones " Seniors for Cot"..) really funny story and one of the Communists saved the investigations by magistrates in their friends red gown ... (lie 6).
Seven Servetti poor wood went to chop one of them s'infranse by and then there were six
In reality, the skeletons in the cupboards dusty Bottegone judges are looking for them and how, to the point that the first to go to jail in the years of Tangentopoli Lombard were just two former comrades as doc Soavi and Li Calzi and settlements and convictions for illegal financing of political parties is wasted among the veterans of the former PCI. But you do not you dare to do this to people like Hood Cecchetto, Sandrino giulianone or to the two ministers bonsai Pena and Panic: The militant underbelly of Berlusconi, the viscera of the master who, with their gleaming borborygmi discharges spread relentlessly anti-hate Mephistophelian , the priests of that nature against fasciosocialismo Italian passed from international to Padania, the sun of the culture of Tissue from the left to lombardiana Storace and Calderoli (coincidentally at the time between the most ardent fans of tangentopoli). Otherwise, to seize the souls pale pure a stroke and fell to the ground below dragging all their old arsenal of languages \u200b\u200bhypertrophic, caps, compasses, and Apicella songs of false dossier running the risk of hitting a deadly retaliation politicized that send straight to heaven. Poor people: try to imagine all these little people terrified eternally suspended in a rarefied atmosphere of celestial purity, chastity, sobriety and governed by that unchangeable divine rule: "The law is equal for all. At least up here ... " taste so explicitly communist. Definitely expect to be finished in the prosecution, and at that point had nothing left to do but to declare political prisoners ..
The six poor Servetti giocan a hive from a wasp was a point then there were five "It would be good for a man with the qualities of Di Pietro came down in politics. His anxiety is moralizing and heritage of all may be useful to the country. My newspaper, my tivvù, my group have always been at the forefront in supporting the courts of clean hands ... "(lie # 7). But yes, you read right: and who knows what devastating sense of ingratitude must have been the victim of poor San Bottino from Hammamet, patron saint of the fugitives, hearing these words obscenely unnatural. The daddy of the descent into the mud (with all its retinue of stars and aspiring pennivendoli rugs) was indeed a convinced (?) Fan of those judges then on the crest of the wave to the point volerseli bring everyone in the government, institutions, and even in the party (he succeeded only with relatives, but now he and his trumpeters railed against Di Pietro De Magistris and why they are in the Italy of Values, but then it is true that consistency is the virtue of balls. ..) Those same courts have become over the years gradually raving: "attack on the institutional bodies, "Willing Executioners rule of law," "coup", "red robes," "armed wing of the left", "subversives anthropologically distant from the human race" and against whom no less than a fling spudoratissima parliamentary committee of inquiry promoted by the majority through which the caste of thieves will retain the right to impunitario complaint against his natural judge. In this respect it seems that his Highness the Count Igor Marini, thawed and primed once again to all points, has already started warming on board landfill. In practice we have to always listen to the usual cloying story of "politicized justice" (Lie n 8) who investigated and heard her from the old tools that Caf collapsed in fact the will of the voters (who then immediately sent to power all recycled, the racks and their associates still firmly in the saddle: just a nice Italian revolution, in short ..) can have an effect, but ritrovarsela engaged in a fight as those pumpkins and Gasparetto who then threw the coins in his black shirt off the Raphael, the secessionists in Bragoni green waving nooses inside parliament where that Alpine blessed today simply to shield thieves, corrupt and Camorra of all levels and recycling Feltry Kruger, who at that time ran a "European" ipergiustizialista squassanti nocturnal emission victim of the thought of Borrelli, frankly is a little 'pain and also quite disgusting in fact what we saw in action in Italy for sixteen years was an unusual case of macroscopic as "political judiciarization," and the whole the epic story of love partiton (fee) at the bottom is nothing but an indigestible mixture of the victims of caste knowingly disseminated false and fraudulent as to the alleged associate of impunity for the boss and all his court and legal opprobrium to be stuffed personam almost always messy when not clearly unconstitutional. Everyone knows very well that he fell into politics just because financially water in poor and distressed by the investigations of the judiciary involving all right his illustrious person and his group even before the electoral victory that would have taken power by none other than the joyous war machine of the dangerous eating children Achille Occhetto. Beyond the propaganda that tells it (lie n 9) before the '94 popes had caught on appeal a conviction for false testimony about P2, and from 1992 to 1994 ended in the eye of the justice of his real bigwig court which Brancher, Paolo Berlusconi, Letta, Galliani, Confalonieri, Dell'Utri, Foscale, etc.: other then that judges unleashed against him until after the birth of Forza Mafia!
Politicized justice in Italy is ultimately only one that floats on their mud on the other hand those who are the true inventors and end users of that smelly "Method Boffo" theorized the brave Straquaqquaraquadanio? ..
Five little black poor have to attend a trial, a court stops him then there were four
This verse will be skipped because obviously full of hate and executioner forcaiolo intolerable antiberlusconismo militant ... and overflowing.
Four salpan poor little black to the high seas if one takes a crab then there were four
Last bunga bunga at Palazzo Chigi. Prior to delight us with the bales on nonexistent space acquittals of Cain (n 10 lie, but when ever!) Take a deep breath and dive in apnea in the stinking mud every day starting by suggesting the most zealous Beldidietro not to throw his chin over the obstacle, even because it is positioned at a lowest level so that cross it should at least get to crawl. For here the gossip (lie n 11) got to do like cabbage, Sandrino as with poetry, with music as Apicella, Di Pietro as the grammar, as Bonaiuti with hair dye or as the PDL with the law. In fact, the record shows the story of a petty thief Moroccan minors detained by the police for petty theft in the apartment and returned to race in Bobo Libyan lager but the terrible defending to the bitter end by none other than Prime Minister's office in the name of the famous "Lodo Bunga Bunga" (the one which provides immunity His frequent feasts of the highest offices of state, the same which in turn constitute legal impediment to prevent the prime minister to go to court. Evidently, in addition to the law, even the chick in the land of love is no longer the same for all ...). The Playboy, stuffed with jewels donatigli his mysterious and highly placed patron, was even passed off as the nephew of Mubarak (ie in cricca del predellino un negro vale l’altro, inutile stare tanto a sottilizzare tra Marocco ed Egitto: sono gente pratica che lavora e non ha da perder tempo con la cultura, loro. Al massimo,se gli avanza tempo, vanno a mignotte…) ed onorata dalla scorta della mitica igienista dentale personale del padrone ( considerando ciò che esce da quella bocca la sua deve essere davvero una missione ai limiti dell’ impossibile). Altro dunque che gossip e bunga bunga: siamo di fronte ad un torbido caso di concussione e di violazione delle leggi sull’affidamento dei minori ( che in questo caso secondo i pifferai non varrebbero in quanto la fanciulla era dotata di tette e culo almeno da ventiquattrenne) con annessi retroscena di uno squallore that suggests an individual with a minimum of dignity and 'patriotism immediate resignation and subsequent exile in disgrace in a life of its sixty-four off shore of Antigua. But yeah, I forgot: in the words of Msgr. Fisichella also bunga bunga with ministers, actresses, showgirls and minors as well as curses and communion to pluridivorziati must be contextualized. In other words if you are powerful enough to practice them a couple of pater nostrer and a bit 'of sneaky right: it is precisely this case for the theory behind the famous Christian roots of the League? Meanwhile, he claims to love women (but only those of the mythical "Orgettina" that fly in front of it to him: in fact, the wives le ha inesorabilmente pluricornificate e la povera Rosy Bindi la insulta tutti i giorni)e di aiutare i bisognosi: chissà se telefonerebbe con la stessa veemenza anche per difendere le ragioni di un povero disoccupato, di un padre di famiglia cassaintegrato o magari di un altro ladruncolo extracomunitario non accessoriato con tette xxl e non habitué delle sue cenette con bunga bunga incorporato (magari tentando di spacciarlo per il cugino del cammello di Gheddafi).
Pur non amando il gossip, ammettiamo che saremmo tanto curiosi di conoscere l’identità delle fantomatiche ministre partecipanti alle festicciole, anche se in realtà qualche sospetto in proposito ce l’avremmo: vuoi vedere che si trattava proprio di Sacconi e di Brunetta?. And when this world in which bleak squalor old Porcelain border with pedophilia if they go around recruiting minors disiminbite poor and available to be shipped in drums in the hard seratine dell'attempato mandrillone. Such a thing happen to any parent of a minor girl more than Madonna, it would be printed on at least a big face of Fascianchè heeled shoes that make him fall to the ground all over the fucking makeup along with several outbuildings and extra cranial mats and related services (Here is a clear example of communist climate of hatred, poor innocent victims ...). The same band hard and pure that today runs to his rescue by saying that the women he seduces: nice effort, so when he says the wrong, then you pay (it seems even with places to minister and secretary). The Head of rubbish anyway bunga bunga no longer wishes to talk about it: in fact he much prefers to live it. As for the Naples, stocks do not appear in newspapers in the Family (maybe because it was too fragrant) will be made to disappear within three days. And so, as one of the bags Bertolaido searches desperately in search of his used condoms with the masseuse in thong, Gallo Cerone who knows who will telephone this time. Above all, he will take charge in person or on behalf of the brave Cosentino?
The three poor little black at the zoo wanted to leave the bear he grabbed a and then there were two
"We do not theorize practice nor the information as an instrument of political blackmail (!), our products are excellent editorial (!!), no factories of ridicule, slander, contempt (! ). I have never used nor will ever use my media campaigns to wage aggression against those who disagree with me, I leave these methods to other (!!!!). Indeed the latter statement does not make a turn: the important thing is that these are well-positioned on its generous payroll. On the other hand minuculpap end user is the living proof of how a lie repeated infinity can be transformed into a shared truth, especially if you have an entire media empire to split and you can count on at least a good half of the population equally distributed between indifference and guilty qualunquistica narcosis (if not real, shameless flattery). Fantastic eg Megaball space that would only Cavalier Pump persecuted by tons and tons of jobs (since the days when Tangentopoli all major business groups are Italians finished in the crosshairs of the judiciary, Fiat, Coop red, Cirio and Parmalat to name some to the point that someone like poor Gardini has also put the pens) from which it would always come out spotless as a white granddaughter Mubarak (lie n 12). In fact, apart from some sporadic absolution formula often doubtful, Chiavatar is more or less stumbled into sixteen processes, four of which are still ongoing, and most of the time he escaped only through appropriate regulations and decriminalization. A few specific examples? Process for four tangents to the Guardia di Finanza: first degree conviction. Appeal: requirement for three bribery acquittal doubtful for the fourth. Supreme: acquittal doubt (in practice the old ignoble lack of evidence). Process "All Iberian one (illegal financing of political parties: the bundles from separate accounts and offshore Fininvest dirette ai paradisi del latitante di Hammamet). Primo grado: condanna. Appello: concessione di attenuanti generiche e prescrizione. Cassazione: prescrizione. Processo “All Iberian due” ( falso in bilancio): proscioglimento di tutti gli imputati perché la contabilità venne si taroccata, ma poi Roma ladrona (Lega in testa, come sempre) ha spudoratamente quanto opportunamente depenalizzato il reato (quando si dice un miracoloso caso di autoassoluzione). Ed infine, per non dilungarci troppo, il celeberrimo processo Mondadori, quello nel quale bunga bunga man è stato beneficiato con le attenuanti generiche ( in quanto incensurato anche grazie alle false testimonianze del corrotto Mills) riconosciuto corruttore semplice e prescritto.
They are poor little black in the sun for a while 'a melted wax as it remained only a Now Unto the makeup brushes up from none other than the liberal revolution (all are waiting for seventeen years), but who yet we still drink the fraudulent propaganda of the legendary inventor of the "lower taxes for all", instead of continuing to beg to leave work (13 n lie: it works well and produces tons of sneaky ad personam), should remember, for example, the most colossal work of taking the piss out of media in the history of global telecommunications: the "contract with Italians! "If at the end of these five-year rule at least four of these five points were not achieved I will not present my ricandidatura the next election "(lie n 14). It started with the tax and the much heralded two rates: one for the event has ever seen? Then under the safest cities with a lot of official statistics certify agree otherwise. Less than a quarter of pensioners entitled theoretically then got elevated to a minimum pension of one million lire a month. The mirage of a million new jobs was reduced to a few crumbs in practice today and record a dramatically youth unemployment at 29%! As for new construction sites were the only ones open on his skull and lips and breasts of the mythical Orgettine. But especially the elderly Pinocchio Arcore, which for every lie uttered the nose does not grow but something else much more to be spent in the roaring Bunga Bunga, has not kept the commitment most important of all: to rise from the last ball because manifest inability and unworthiness for the office as long asked for more than sixty percent of Italians.
Because in the end it's really him to impersonate a colossal lie living inversely proportional to his height which surprisingly many people still believe or at least strive to stubbornly continue to do so (lie final): the "great entrepreneur", quello che si è fatto da solo magari con l’aiutino di capitali provenienti da chissà dove, con in tasca la tessera P2, con san Bottino a proteggerlo ed a legiferare per lui ( ben remunerato, si intende), con l’eroico Mangano nella stalla e Dell’Utri al suo fianco mentre il povero Borsellino (opportunamente ed eternamente dimissionato) iniziava a spiegarci come i mafiosi riciclavano alla grande enormi quantità di capitali al nord grazie alla cortese collaborazione di imprenditori assai spregiudicati ( ma per il fido prefetto Lombardi, quello che riceveva con tutti gli onori la pericolosissima pupa del narcos habitué dell’orgettina, la mafia in Lombardia non esiste). L’uomo che non paga mai le donne, casomai da buon utilizzatore finale lo faceva fare al fido Spinelli ( come dire: una vita a farsi il mazzo sui libri per poi finire a fare il porcomat per le smanie lussuriose di un vecchio satiro). Quello che non si accompagna alle minorenni ed allora dovrebbe spiegarci le parole della moglie, i sodi ( pare) versati alla mamma di Noemi e le celle del telefonino di Ruby rubasoldi agganciate per ben nove notti nel bordello di Arcore. L’ingenuo play boy in buona fede che telefona dodici volte in questura perché sinceramente preoccupato per la povera nipotina di Mubarak ( a proposito: che ci faceva tutte quelle notti in casa sua?) salvo poi affidarla ad una prostituta extracomunitaria (davvero un bell’esempio di politica estera da statista!). Quello che organizza solo cenette simpatiche e di classe alle quali le signore sono pregate di presentarsi in massa e vestite solo da sexy infermiere e porno poliziotte. L’uomo nuovo in realtà vecchissimo, il figliolo prediletto della prima repubblica distante a chiacchiere dal teatrino della politica in realtà abbarbicato alla poltrona come una cozza, impegnato in un’epocale operazione di trasformismo mercantile per tenere in piedi la sua traballante armata Brancaporcone. Insomma un caso umano esteso a tutta la corte di zerbini genuflessi, una parabola oscura fatalmente discendente e falsamente scintillante che la storia si incaricherà di confinare a metà strada tra la cronaca giudiziaria ed un trattato di psicopatologia. Potrà durare ancora ? Certo, ma noi tutti resteremo qui in fiduciosa e paziente attesa perché tanto prima o poi inevitabilmente..
Il povero pompetta in un bosco se ne andò, ad un pino s’impiccò e nessuno ne restò..
