The King is a dirty (perhaps more a human case, given the age of the sovereign, and judges), but is in good company. If one keeps in mind the saying, I think I Malaparte, which "command is better than fuck", we are proud of the hypocrites and moralists hand. First of all claims leftists, including radicals, which sponsored after all and in fact most of immorality, and destruction of common decency, family, morals, now set themselves up as censors.
There is no choice. To consider the heavy judgments of some people, especially belonging to our national and international television journalism, one would assume that you are moving the occult handlers, the usual faithful guardians of world chaos, as well as defenders of the (social) democracies at all latitudes, in short the "old man moves, the more bandwidth & C. Fini, recruited fresh and fresh solemn abjuration.
That the royal power is almost never well spent is not new. So much so that when a "head", King or Emperor or Dux (in Dante's sense), is required by inspired by the Most High, it's hard to believe that truly die, and prefers to think it's just sleeping somewhere under a granite mountain in a cave out of reach, in endless cold lands. Ready to (re) awakening. But these are exceptions.
remember only a few cases of 'normal', en passant. We want to forget the very Italian Re Gentleman hero both Mason and the inter-unit (in bed)? Or the machismo Mussolini, always divided between home (Donna Rachele) and brothel, to the story, almost shakespearina Claretta.
This time it might be argued reading 'symptomatic'. Not the usual king who betrays Favorite by impregnating a maid, once a common practice in the rest of the nobility at the end now become unworthy of the name. The Queen is not even mentioned, will have his hobbies.
We bring you modern and powdered wigs, now as then, seems to be a mass reissue of 'Ancien Regime , but a court without history. King, courtiers and people finalmenti one heart! The guillotine republican and secular Enlightenment is oiled. This
Democratic Re seems to be the perfect parody of the tradition that says that the welfare of the king must correspond to the welfare of his kingdom and his people. And conversely, a people without being unsteady hand and misrule by the king as one body, the "Head" and all the organs Guarte together with a supreme Center for the Common Good. But from the caput mundi the bunga-bunga the path is littered with too much pain.
On the other hand, the Church, the heir of Rome, as we know it is prudent. But also, "in his small," so to speak, begins to ... raise the tone, but, given the interests of high finance in a game without too unbalanced.
The King was surrounded by courtiers and prone Yesmen all'inchino uninterrupted. Money and power, a combination that goes beyond any right and left, every government and opposition (those fogies who shout the scandal behind prudish fans, do not know whether to hide or fake modesty between fake beauty spots, an ill-concealed satisfaction of seeing the envious Re muddy). All the same, from riches to rags. From first to last, all the same. We reached the apex of civilization or not democratic that we impose it heats up to around the world. Almost everything, in short, except the friends of friends.
What about this old king (more or less rightly) discredited? In human struggle, I'd say too-human, anti-aging and death, that is pathetic 'justified' by saying that instead he has a new Queen? Sympathize with this torn and ragged humanity much more than the nihilistic and corrosive envy of the politically correct hypocrites, of any color, old and new.
And in the face of this spectacle of decrepitude dela Western nobility do we find? A flourishing odalisque, as beautiful as the sun and the amber skin and exotic forms, straight out of an imaginary harem Maghreb with a desire for social climbing, the desire of life, success in the modern world that teenagers can only admire the homegrown and envy . Paralyzed by a disease unfortunate sexist, vindictive and unforgiving toward themselves in the first place, and to their male counterparts, believe that love is Only this thing here. If everything is a contract, why do not implement the condition of maximum profit? If everything is determined psycho-socio-scientific because it resists dreams with 'romantic' designed to break soon? In short, the new (de) Generation Italy, disenchanted, sad, unable to dream big (we're doing the pcicoanalisi then?), Which is no future, massacred by the demo-tele-pluto-pornocracy modern.
side effect of globalization or, indeed, a metaphor, a symptom of our ills?
remember only a few cases of 'normal', en passant. We want to forget the very Italian Re Gentleman hero both Mason and the inter-unit (in bed)? Or the machismo Mussolini, always divided between home (Donna Rachele) and brothel, to the story, almost shakespearina Claretta.
This time it might be argued reading 'symptomatic'. Not the usual king who betrays Favorite by impregnating a maid, once a common practice in the rest of the nobility at the end now become unworthy of the name. The Queen is not even mentioned, will have his hobbies.
We bring you modern and powdered wigs, now as then, seems to be a mass reissue of 'Ancien Regime , but a court without history. King, courtiers and people finalmenti one heart! The guillotine republican and secular Enlightenment is oiled. This Democratic Re seems to be the perfect parody of the tradition that says that the welfare of the king must correspond to the welfare of his kingdom and his people. And conversely, a people without being unsteady hand and misrule by the king as one body, the "Head" and all the organs Guarte together with a supreme Center for the Common Good. But from the caput mundi the bunga-bunga the path is littered with too much pain.
On the other hand, the Church, the heir of Rome, as we know it is prudent. But also, "in his small," so to speak, begins to ... raise the tone, but, given the interests of high finance in a game without too unbalanced.
The King was surrounded by courtiers and prone Yesmen all'inchino uninterrupted. Money and power, a combination that goes beyond any right and left, every government and opposition (those fogies who shout the scandal behind prudish fans, do not know whether to hide or fake modesty between fake beauty spots, an ill-concealed satisfaction of seeing the envious Re muddy). All the same, from riches to rags. From first to last, all the same. We reached the apex of civilization or not democratic that we impose it heats up to around the world. Almost everything, in short, except the friends of friends.
What about this old king (more or less rightly) discredited? In human struggle, I'd say too-human, anti-aging and death, that is pathetic 'justified' by saying that instead he has a new Queen? Sympathize with this torn and ragged humanity much more than the nihilistic and corrosive envy of the politically correct hypocrites, of any color, old and new.
And in the face of this spectacle of decrepitude dela Western nobility do we find? A flourishing odalisque, as beautiful as the sun and the amber skin and exotic forms, straight out of an imaginary harem Maghreb with a desire for social climbing, the desire of life, success in the modern world that teenagers can only admire the homegrown and envy . Paralyzed by a disease unfortunate sexist, vindictive and unforgiving toward themselves in the first place, and to their male counterparts, believe that love is Only this thing here. If everything is a contract, why do not implement the condition of maximum profit? If everything is determined psycho-socio-scientific because it resists dreams with 'romantic' designed to break soon? In short, the new (de) Generation Italy, disenchanted, sad, unable to dream big (we're doing the pcicoanalisi then?), Which is no future, massacred by the demo-tele-pluto-pornocracy modern.
side effect of globalization or, indeed, a metaphor, a symptom of our ills?
The turbid in which we would like to see is always the same. Produce the 'night where all cows are black', Hegel's memory. That is to confuse the quota with the transcendent, an art consumed for connoisseurs.
To put it metaphorically, if the King should be whores, so we need not become a Republican! When there is no sanctity in general, and power, in particular, we may even believe that King Arthur, after all, you deserve it, Lancelot of the round, because of its coldness for a ruffled, exasperated and assertive Geneva bunga-bunga who dreams of a township, in a squalid privé swingers ...
Sad, but true. From here you must leave.
Sad, but true. From here you must leave.
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