Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Stockings Gridle Women
Open letter to Prime Minister
Dear President
I am writing on behalf of the hundreds of local newspapers every day in our country, fighting for freedom of expression. Small "spider's nest" grafted in areas that are often difficult or, in our case, in a land of mafia, corruption and cronyism. Dear President, every day "for the sake journalists" are beaten, threatened, intimidated the only crime is wanting to tell the truth, groped to honor the founding fathers who gave us the Article 21 of the Constitution and, with it, democracy and freedom with the cost of thousands of lives.
We are cannon fodder, Mr. President, at the mercy of gangsters, corrupt politicians and thugs who want to become beautiful in the eyes of the leaders. Often alone in our battles in complaints from Trento to Trapani. We are also the ones who know the territory better, because we live it every day. Because with the mafia or with the corrupt politicians who denounce often touches us divide the bar the same bar. We are a democratic country antibodies which, thanks to his government, is going to gangrene.
We have a thousand faces and a thousand means. We are bloggers, speakers, editors, web writing, speaking over the air, we tell on paper. We are not journalists but we are persecuted as such. We have our heroes, some carved in history as Peppino Impastato, more fortunately still free to express their thinking as Carlo Ruta or Pino Maniaci. But most friendly president we've made our choice: our freedom is worth much more of our lives.
Where were unable to cartridge cases, letters of intimidation, threats, complaints, lawsuits targeted, where it has been the most powerful and influential political family / mafia of Sicily, you may not like a rogue law on wiretapping. She and her trusty
Alfano v'illudete that a rule can become morally illegal practice because of bureaucratic trappings laid on legality.
Mr President we will continue to do our job, telling what happens in anticipation of the news, conveying the news and if appropriate, writing what (you think), do not tell.
"dishonor the rascals it is right because, in hindsight, it is the honest honor." Do you know why
friendly President will never fight? Why play on a land unknown to you. That of individual freedom which becomes the collective heritage. We are not for sale and we "resist" anything.
We are free and we do what we do of our own pockets, at the risk of our own. Because it is easy to say a big head, "we will resist" top of well-paid lawyers and media groups with strong but is much more difficult when the little you have in paper money and even anger you need to eat every day.
But we do it all over Italy, from classics nobodies, without exaggeration or grandstanding. Why we love the beauty of our country and every wall friend who saw us cry, or dream. Why say you want to give up every day and every day we find the strength to move forward. Why we love our women and we get lost in the eyes of our children that we would deliver something more beautiful in the country today.
And we have high ethical references: Pietro Ingrao, Vittoria Giunti, Luigi Ciotti, Paolo Borsellino and Giovanni Falcone Piero Calamandrei that of the Italian partisans who said this: "They are dead without rhetoric, without any great phrases, simply, as if it were a daily work to be done: the great job that it was necessary to return to Italy, freedom and dignity. Of this work are given the hardest and most difficult to die, to bear witness to the death with faith and belief in justice. We remained a hundred times easier task: to translate into more clear, stable and honest their dream of a more just and more humane, a solidarity of all men allies to eradicate the pain. Very little, indeed, call us our dead. We must not betray them. "
not betray them Mr. President.
"If you want to shoot silent" we said as kids, a small local newspaper (East) of a small village of Agrigento, to a mafia henchman who enjoined us to be silent.
We repeat to you with a halo of legality that wants to impose the same mafia silence.
not be silent and not give up even a centimeter. So Mr. President has no choice: retreat or develop the law so many bullets, for we are many. Back to back ... not even to take a run.
Gaetano Alessi - East - Articolo21 
Dear President
I am writing on behalf of the hundreds of local newspapers every day in our country, fighting for freedom of expression. Small "spider's nest" grafted in areas that are often difficult or, in our case, in a land of mafia, corruption and cronyism. Dear President, every day "for the sake journalists" are beaten, threatened, intimidated the only crime is wanting to tell the truth, groped to honor the founding fathers who gave us the Article 21 of the Constitution and, with it, democracy and freedom with the cost of thousands of lives.
We are cannon fodder, Mr. President, at the mercy of gangsters, corrupt politicians and thugs who want to become beautiful in the eyes of the leaders. Often alone in our battles in complaints from Trento to Trapani. We are also the ones who know the territory better, because we live it every day. Because with the mafia or with the corrupt politicians who denounce often touches us divide the bar the same bar. We are a democratic country antibodies which, thanks to his government, is going to gangrene.
We have a thousand faces and a thousand means. We are bloggers, speakers, editors, web writing, speaking over the air, we tell on paper. We are not journalists but we are persecuted as such. We have our heroes, some carved in history as Peppino Impastato, more fortunately still free to express their thinking as Carlo Ruta or Pino Maniaci. But most friendly president we've made our choice: our freedom is worth much more of our lives.
Where were unable to cartridge cases, letters of intimidation, threats, complaints, lawsuits targeted, where it has been the most powerful and influential political family / mafia of Sicily, you may not like a rogue law on wiretapping. She and her trusty
Alfano v'illudete that a rule can become morally illegal practice because of bureaucratic trappings laid on legality.
Mr President we will continue to do our job, telling what happens in anticipation of the news, conveying the news and if appropriate, writing what (you think), do not tell.
"dishonor the rascals it is right because, in hindsight, it is the honest honor." Do you know why
friendly President will never fight? Why play on a land unknown to you. That of individual freedom which becomes the collective heritage. We are not for sale and we "resist" anything.
We are free and we do what we do of our own pockets, at the risk of our own. Because it is easy to say a big head, "we will resist" top of well-paid lawyers and media groups with strong but is much more difficult when the little you have in paper money and even anger you need to eat every day.
But we do it all over Italy, from classics nobodies, without exaggeration or grandstanding. Why we love the beauty of our country and every wall friend who saw us cry, or dream. Why say you want to give up every day and every day we find the strength to move forward. Why we love our women and we get lost in the eyes of our children that we would deliver something more beautiful in the country today.
And we have high ethical references: Pietro Ingrao, Vittoria Giunti, Luigi Ciotti, Paolo Borsellino and Giovanni Falcone Piero Calamandrei that of the Italian partisans who said this: "They are dead without rhetoric, without any great phrases, simply, as if it were a daily work to be done: the great job that it was necessary to return to Italy, freedom and dignity. Of this work are given the hardest and most difficult to die, to bear witness to the death with faith and belief in justice. We remained a hundred times easier task: to translate into more clear, stable and honest their dream of a more just and more humane, a solidarity of all men allies to eradicate the pain. Very little, indeed, call us our dead. We must not betray them. "
not betray them Mr. President.
"If you want to shoot silent" we said as kids, a small local newspaper (East) of a small village of Agrigento, to a mafia henchman who enjoined us to be silent.
We repeat to you with a halo of legality that wants to impose the same mafia silence.
not be silent and not give up even a centimeter. So Mr. President has no choice: retreat or develop the law so many bullets, for we are many. Back to back ... not even to take a run.
Gaetano Alessi - East - Articolo21
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
How To Unblock Rs In School
IF ONE DAY YOU WILL SEE ME OLD
IF I EAT DIRT WHEN E. .. I CAN NOT clothes ... Be patient.
remember the time I spent teaching. WHEN HE
TALK WITH YOU ALWAYS REPEAT THE SAME THINGS ...
Do not interrupt me ... Listen to me.
when you were small I had to tell the same story ALL NIGHT LONG 'you fall asleep.
WHEN I DO NOT WANT AND DO NOT wash I do not blame me ashamed ... I remember when I had to run BEHIND
excuses WHY 'did not want to swim.
WHEN YOU SEE MY IGNORANCE OF NEW TECHNOLOGY, TIME AND NOT GIVE ME THAT LOOKS
wry smile I had all the patience to INSEGANRTI ABC. WHEN
At one point I can not remember or loses the thread of the conversation ... GIVE ME TIME TO REMEMBER AND IF I CAN NOT WE JUST DO NOT
Baiting ...
MORE THING 'IMPORTANT NOT 'WHAT YOU SAY BUT MY
NEED TO BE WITH YOU AND HAVE YOU LI who are listening.
WHEN MY LEGS TIRED I DO NOT LET YOU KEEP YOUR STEP
not treat him as a burden.
COME TO ME WITH YOUR STRONG HAND IN THE SAME WAY IN WHICH I did with you when you move your
STARTED WHEN I SAY THAT I WANT TO BE DEAD ...
NOT ANGRY ONE DAY UNDERSTAND THAT what pushes me to say it.
TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THAT TO MY AGE 'does not live, we survive.
one day discover that despite my mistakes I ALWAYS WANTED THE BEST FOR YOU, I tried to pave the road.
GIVE ME SOME 'OF YOUR TIME, GIVE ME A LITTLE
' YOUR PATIENCE, GIVE ME
A shoulder to rest your head
THE SAME WAY I've done for you.
HELP ME TO WALK, help me to end my days with love and patience.
in return I'll give you 'A SMILE and the immense love I have always had TE.
I LOVE MY SON AND I PRAY FOR YOU EVEN IF I IGNORE.
YOUR FATHER ' 
IF I EAT DIRT WHEN E. .. I CAN NOT clothes ... Be patient.
remember the time I spent teaching. WHEN HE
TALK WITH YOU ALWAYS REPEAT THE SAME THINGS ...
Do not interrupt me ... Listen to me.
when you were small I had to tell the same story ALL NIGHT LONG 'you fall asleep.
WHEN I DO NOT WANT AND DO NOT wash I do not blame me ashamed ... I remember when I had to run BEHIND
excuses WHY 'did not want to swim.
WHEN YOU SEE MY IGNORANCE OF NEW TECHNOLOGY, TIME AND NOT GIVE ME THAT LOOKS
wry smile I had all the patience to INSEGANRTI ABC. WHEN
At one point I can not remember or loses the thread of the conversation ... GIVE ME TIME TO REMEMBER AND IF I CAN NOT WE JUST DO NOT
Baiting ...
MORE THING 'IMPORTANT NOT 'WHAT YOU SAY BUT MY
NEED TO BE WITH YOU AND HAVE YOU LI who are listening.
WHEN MY LEGS TIRED I DO NOT LET YOU KEEP YOUR STEP
not treat him as a burden.
COME TO ME WITH YOUR STRONG HAND IN THE SAME WAY IN WHICH I did with you when you move your
STARTED WHEN I SAY THAT I WANT TO BE DEAD ...
NOT ANGRY ONE DAY UNDERSTAND THAT what pushes me to say it.
TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THAT TO MY AGE 'does not live, we survive.
one day discover that despite my mistakes I ALWAYS WANTED THE BEST FOR YOU, I tried to pave the road.
GIVE ME SOME 'OF YOUR TIME, GIVE ME A LITTLE
' YOUR PATIENCE, GIVE ME
A shoulder to rest your head
THE SAME WAY I've done for you.
HELP ME TO WALK, help me to end my days with love and patience.
in return I'll give you 'A SMILE and the immense love I have always had TE.
I LOVE MY SON AND I PRAY FOR YOU EVEN IF I IGNORE.
YOUR FATHER '
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