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honesty, patience. Capezzone attacked the former secretary of the radicals, the former deputy of the Rosa nel Pugno, the former spiritosone of Markette (with Kappa), a former shadow of Pannella, the 'current spokesman for the People of Freedom. Explained that it could justify the act. Not so much as the choices for the parable to see it go by the Radicals to Berlusconi should not have been easy even for close relatives. Today someone has dropped a punch in the face as he emerged from the political party headquarters. A rescue Mr Denis Verdini, which promptly called an ambulance. Capezzone was hospitalized and seems fine, except of course fear. The thug was able to escape while the whole political class has spent the words of complaint for serious political climate act possessed. Nichi Vendola sent a telegram to the Parliamentary Assembly: "The solidarity of the Left Ecology Freedom, with best wishes for a speedy recovery to insure that law enforcement will shed light on this heinous act that has been vittiama spokesman of the PDL." I repeat: honesty, patience. Capezzone is an adult, well-paid and knows her business. His verbal aggression is intentional, its theatricality recognized so that it also wanted Chiambretti when he was a star performer in La7. Maybe not everyone is laughing and the risk that someone throws two pizzas in the face there. There can not be there. "We are men, corporals," say Toto. Everything has a limit. And, I think, to hear Berlusconi defended by one of his fiercest detractors (when the radicals were in opposition) is just too much. It seems like too strategic a contemporary teenager. Stone, annoying sounds. Unreal, to be taken for the seat. And to think that someone in this transformation by chameleon Zelig O there is, it is plausible. Then, the answer is a box or a roll of eggs is difficult to predict. The climate of hate has nothing to do. Here we rather in the field of education and common sense: see the choice of Capezzone a gesture of utter lack of dignity is a matter of common sense, to respond with a punch in the face and then come to escape, and rude. Stop. Then, if one does this in public, I'm thinking, let alone in private. The policy has nothing to do. It 's a question of endurance. Someone at the teasing of Daniel (because of this the way) has not responded as it should. Yes, your hands do not make none, and we are all agreed. But it is also true that no politician with a minimum of respect for the voters can go from being fierce Berlusconi convinced paneled. And who it does, alas, given that we live in "an evil world, without mercy, which contains within itself a wild heart," you have to take responsibility for the risks. Also to receive a blow in the face. Without whining and crying without hatred. This is not hate that is "human behavior." Right or wrong. Memo: "We Men or Corporals?" Good shirt for everyone.

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the end that's okay. It can not go so well. To be this way. It could not go otherwise. There, at Avetrano is normal that there are more reporters in the Chilean mine a few days ago, when they were ripped from the bowels of the 33 desperate that they will after having touched the glossy excitement of fame. This time could not be otherwise. What is right or wrong is not important at this time. So many things are wrong. Especially on television. In reality then. In Italy the two are more similar than monozygotic twins. For example. The family history Scazzi grows and develops in parallel with the crew of paparazzi and news sent directly in the field. Indeed, the plot is directly proportional to the amount of microphones reaching for the stars of horror. There were more cables, more words were shooting, several times against you consume, the more silence beat the air. Volatile as the brains of the protagonists. There, in that farmhouse now become a pilgrimage destination, there was little to do. And surely there is much in this little TV. Amen. With a small detail. That at some point not only was there but it was even there. Sarah died, the television has arrived. Hurrah. The rest comedies bastardized from news and tears, smiles and close-ups, plays and improper questions. Like those that Sabrina has turned to the reporters: "You share what you have done?". Poor bastards. Not even know what the meaning of the word share, the little girl not to be consumed with jealousy and they do not belong, probably, to another family but simply and only to her. I do not know, but the same has captured the meaning and importance of that thing there. So much to share about what has built its existence. More people looking for me, more like me, the more I love it, most are happy. Dragging in this odyssey in brain unified force to others. As it happens on television. If a program does not force you do to digest spread it on schedule as possible. The mechanisms are used. The television we wallow. They were waiting there for years. And why then should betray them? The Our Lady of Lourdes of the rest did not disappoint but the shepherd them satisfied to reward their faith. For Avetrano, for some, there was a miracle. The coveted goddess button was clearly evident before his eyes. All of a sudden. And the depraved and courageous shepherds have bowed to his contemporaries who knew the rules as everyone else already knows. Totally. This time, really, that's okay. The hypocrites if they make a right. Good shirt for everyone.

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In Milan, a stroller can be unnerving. In Milan, also on the totem scarrozzante which mothers thrown to force their frustrations become taboo for the occasion, fails to arouse any interest. There is no escape. Although mothers are behind us with a smile elastic and padded to look like the teeth softer. There is no escape even if they are crushed into sumptuous dresses from labels torn virginity. No. The mothers in Milan are violent as a man-made tsunami, pulled duty plastic surgeon for the occasion wavering. Are violent behind their SUV-size four-wheel stroller. Moreover more than a jerky heel 15 or a pair of dancers flat and slippery, you need it. there is no love in their eyes but aggressive vacuum that can not be calmed by the cries of the little dazed even there with them. Bus line 54. There are people, but not a lot. It is not rush hour. Seated passengers do what you do on a bus to a paesone he believes to be the metropolis are bored to death. Suddenly a cry loud, clear, clear, adamant, "Open does not see that we also strollers? ". quizzically intertwining between the plates welded well of public transport. In fact the driver has not started yet, the doors are open, no one thought to give up on the sidewalk in any way the two mothers who are coming designer travel who knows what the world told to perfection. But despite this, the 'cashmere shawl from intabarrata had the need to scream like a desperate, "Open does not see that we also have strollers?". And then of course go up and not thank anyone, even the poor man who offered to raise the little creaking with cradle attached. Murmurs thick dense, sidelong glances at the mother also equipped with headphones tuned flat shoes flat that lies at the foot, and a sharp hum of a lady not only mother but also her grandmother, who is contemptuous to know the neighbors: "How many stories, and we that we did not even strollers scenes that we have done?". That's the point. The "scenes". The many "scenes" that you build around. And if you are the first to do so for the mothers, the plague can not become social. Such as drugs, alcoholism and other addictions. Here we are becoming a nation addicted to "scenes" unnecessary, cumbersome farces that cover our fears and our loneliness. "Scene" that serve no purpose except to arrogantly imposing our presence. As a sentence thrown out on Facebook, "Open does not see that we also have strollers?" Exactly. Good shirt at all.