| Written by Stefano Montanari | |
| Thursday, December 25, 2008 | |
| Ligio tradition, I want to send some 'cards. To the right of way, Merry Christmas, Silvio Berlusconi, perhaps taking advantage a way of life undoubtedly longer, it has made far more miracles of Christ: the disappearance of waste from Naples that is still ongoing, the brain of many compatriots. right to name day, followed by a merry Christmas for Christ to Peter, son of such a father and miraculously quick to learn the secrets of Italian political etiquette. And, of course, Merry Christmas to my father and his square of cement, of Vestal, of popes (in the etymological sense of bridge-builders) and emulate the nice beaver dam builders, in this case version in the lagoon. Merry Christmas to Antonio Bassolino, brave captain who was able to weather the storm and no one has done to come up with billions of euros (who can tell how many?) Disappeared in a festive game of prestige ecoballe and businesses from the mysterious tasks. Merry Christmas to the judges for whom being drunk and pair (preferably after having raped) a woman who does not agree and resists are not aggravating as it might appear to us, naive and ignorant of laws, we can only use common sense, but they are mitigating circumstances. And, again, a merry Christmas to them, the magistrates, for which the environment is massacre prank unworthy of attention. By the way, Merry Christmas to the Roman Catholic Church who is there to observe casually without lifting a finger (if she knew) that the destruction, at least in proportion to Earth, the Creation of whose projects are representative said. A due to the famous Merry Christmas CIP6 law, the illegality and the chameleon-like monument mascalzonaggine. Merry Christmas to the Constitution, mocked and mutilated by a parliament elected by anyone ever with the latest amputations meekly signed by the President of the Italian republic, which has no seat in the Senate. Speaking of votes, as not to wish Merry Christmas to tellers Abruzzo, tired from overwork, which have escaped the votes given to the list for the common good even in the polling station where he voted for the candidate for the governorship? And my congratulations to the Mafia, without whose support our local economy a big slice out of business, preceded by our policy. course, Merry Christmas to football clubs living in another economy and who can afford to shell out tens of millions of euros to make the delicious short-lived rallies some fellow, not having to shell out a penny for the disasters that a certain fraction of visitors to the stadium and being prepared with precise regularity exempted from the tyranny of taxation. is the harp? Of course, congratulations also to ARPA that has always kept quiet patiently telling bedtime stories, sometimes even sacrificing some of them ended up in occasional, small tempestucce judicial, now dormant, though. A happy Christmas to ENEL and all the supporters of this thing called clean coal, hoping that someone denies laureate Carlo Rubbia, firm in denying its existence. And I extend my greetings to all men of good will who are trying to get us close the search, from the picturesque Roman psychopath who, after a period of quiet, now experiencing a relapse, a certain comic associations that we are disturbing to some magistrate who, taking advantage of consultants of uncertain origin and uncertain as scientific knowledge, are huge archive proceedings despite having material to put it mildly hot. Auguri a Legambiente che, dopo i trionfi ottenuti con la messa in opera dell’inceneritore di Brescia e con la prossima riapertura di quello di Verona, sta ora per vedere acceso l’impianto turbogas di Modugno e vede con favore la torre di Babele di rifiuti in partenza nella Torino chiampariniana. Uno splendido Natale a tutti i media di regime che, con rocciosa abnegazione ed eroicamente incuranti della loro missione, sono sempre stati coerenti nel distorcere scientificamente le informazioni sull’ambiente o, nei casi estremi, nel tacerle. Un Natale radioso alla nostra accademia che ha dimostrato with the facts as there is also a kind of Italian Dream, which enables even an illiterate to rise to superb heights of the chair: just have the right family, connections and appropriate, in the absence of another, a physical generous and helpful. From there, the chair, applying the appropriate fee, you can scrape together some money too. Just cancel your science fair pages. Merry Christmas and a long life in asbestos industrialists, professors and politicians have perpetuated juke box in spite of the existence of the oldest and most obvious evidence. The mesothelioma are also on your own, as they are today a collection di malattie da inquinamento. Buon Natale ad Umberto Veronesi, l'uomo zero. Un buon Natale particolarmente interessato, e questo per motivi geografici, a chi ha dato il permesso d’imbottire un po’ del sottosuolo modenese di gas facendone un deposito colossale per i fabbisogni di clienti stranieri. L’augurio, e questo più che altro a noi che qui abitiamo, è che la terra non tremi come sta facendo ora perché, altrimenti, magari quel gas farà il botto. Infine, certo dopo aver dimenticato chissà quanti meritevoli, i miei auguri rispettosi alle autorità modenesi che, resistendo alla tentazione di fare il bene comune e con molto senso dell’umorismo, ci hanno ampliato l’inceneritore, invitandoci a produrre con rinnovata lena rifiuti se non vogliamo che si spenga quel ricco, sempre più gigantesco falò. Buon Natale non al vecchio mondo ma al mondo vecchio.
Immagine di Simona Bassano di Tufillo |
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