Anger is a feeling ancient, primordial. Ever since, man has always pissed. Wandering around the sites of psychology I find that for most of the theories anger is a typical reaction to frustration and coercion, both physical and psychological. Good. With these few words I understood the source of my anger. The anger that comes over me turning the damn rectangle thirty-two inches diagonally. E 'guilty of duress and psychology to see that the words spoken during the campaign are the same as 2006. That was the same in 2001. That they were the same as '96. Which in turn were the same in '94. I will stop here, because before I was a teenager without anger. Or at least free from this kind of anger. And not only are the words repeated. Even the faces are the same. They are always repeating the same things, with the same words. Higher salaries, research support, certainty of punishment, reduction of bureaucracy, development of the South. The usual platitudes. Programs that appear to be photocopied. No one who uses new words. No one who comes to teleworking, zero waste, alternatives incineration of waste materials. No one who talks about wi-max. Or rather, no one talks about wi-max public and not private. Then when you are tired of talk shit then obvious that they are not in heaven or on earth. The program of the Democratic Party's written quote: modernize Italy means choosing priorities as infrastructure and environmental quality [...]. Yes plants to produce clean energy, the regasification plants, waste-to [...] . Improving the environmental quality with incinerators is an oxymoron. From wikipedia: L ' oxymoron is a figure of speech in the approach and consists of two terms in sharp contrast between them. Examples: warm shiver, lucid madness, silent scream, disgusting pleasure, the naked man with his hands in his pockets, hot ice, infinite moment, silence is deafening. Here, we can add with clean energy incinerators. The incinerators, better and more properly known as incinerators, the only thing they produce are tumors. But there are those who say otherwise. And who says contario was nominated by the Democratic Party and a win will almost certainly be Minister of Health. These people are nominated to the Minister of Health, these people here, instead, is forced to fend for themselves on the internet to cry its alarm.
For the record, the program of the PDL, or as cxxxo you call, I will not even read it, because one time is equal to that of Pd, two because my stomach is strong, but I will not take it to the limit. My anger rises
then if I go down the street. Increase watching the resignation of people who self-condemnation to the "so are all the same", "whoever wins will not change anything." No, I will not resign. There must be a solution, a way to really change things. And then I'm looking for. I search on blogs, on youtube, forums. I seek in direct confrontation with people, without intermediaries corrupt means. I search technology that allows me to discuss solutions with someone new that is a hundred, thousand, ten thousand miles from here. So I try to feel the air is different, that words are not the same, that there is a minimum of enthusiasm. But then I have the feeling that the solution is almost unattainable. Which is far away. You are put a spoke in the wheel just to avoid discussing, to confront. That enthusiasm is drugged and sedated by television, football, the reality show, from the bottoms of tissue, from machine to players from Sunday's gossip. And then, perhaps beginning to understand that the reason all those "so are all the same." On one hand, resigned, on the other euphoric and anxious to respond. And the result is a single, bubbling, volcanic, full ... anger.
For the record, the program of the PDL, or as cxxxo you call, I will not even read it, because one time is equal to that of Pd, two because my stomach is strong, but I will not take it to the limit. My anger rises
then if I go down the street. Increase watching the resignation of people who self-condemnation to the "so are all the same", "whoever wins will not change anything." No, I will not resign. There must be a solution, a way to really change things. And then I'm looking for. I search on blogs, on youtube, forums. I seek in direct confrontation with people, without intermediaries corrupt means. I search technology that allows me to discuss solutions with someone new that is a hundred, thousand, ten thousand miles from here. So I try to feel the air is different, that words are not the same, that there is a minimum of enthusiasm. But then I have the feeling that the solution is almost unattainable. Which is far away. You are put a spoke in the wheel just to avoid discussing, to confront. That enthusiasm is drugged and sedated by television, football, the reality show, from the bottoms of tissue, from machine to players from Sunday's gossip. And then, perhaps beginning to understand that the reason all those "so are all the same." On one hand, resigned, on the other euphoric and anxious to respond. And the result is a single, bubbling, volcanic, full ... anger.
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