We are in deep shit 
Zenne River, which flows through Brussels and drag away all the waste of life and production in the Belgian capital, flows in the rivers Rupel and Schelde, the latter through Flanders, the city 'in Antwerp , and flows into the North Sea. For ten days the waste water of over one million in Brussels will have Zenne spilled into the river without being filtered, then were transferred to the Schelde, Antwerp went through polluted air, and already have resulted in 'brown-gray North Sea, thus defeating ', probably the result of years of slow process of purification of watercourses in Belgium.
Evelyne Huytebroeck, Minister of Environment Brussels Capital Region has drawn the ire of the entire community 'Flemish. The valleys, as usual, if they are cheated. The news about their newspapers, and 'appeared as a stopgap in the last pages. The two communities 'are in isolated compartments, except every so often sent ahead some reckless newspapers or blogs that will tell', how in the world of Quark, "as the Flemings live?" virtually unknown just 10 miles from home.
In any case, the poor Evelyne Huytebroeck hath been 'found, helpless, at the heart of a matter by the Belgian flavor. Aquiris, the company 'French operating the wastewater from Brussels, has decided to stop the system because' the excess sand transported to the waste water and 'potentially harmful to the filters. The next day
Evelyne Huytebroeck réponse warns politicians in Brussels and Flanders at various levels. Fails to warn everyone, because 'only contact to the tens of representative bodies (including parliaments, political committees and undergrowth there is hardly a representative body for each Belgian citizen) would take a week. Then he left for Copenhagen, the climate summit. And, in his absence, is singled out by the Flemish réponse furious as a number of environmental disaster.
In all this the real culprits, the French Aquiris, disclaim any responsibility; 'and' have found a construction error in the system, the guilt and 'them if the sand in the water and the Brussels' excessive and filters it is damaged and must be changed too often. The French Aquiris reminded me of those caretakers of the school who told us not to use the bathroom or else they would have to clean it.
The purifier has reopened ten days later, without having changed anything in the quantity 'of sand in the water in Brussels, in the construction of the filter, the filters, as well as' in Belgian political life. Who pays? Perhaps Evelyne Huytebroeck will 'forced to resign. Certainly the poor workers of the sewage treatment plant, which had to clear the exit gates of the air cleaner by tons of debris that is not filtered, now after 10 days, almost obstructing them completely.
A typical Belgian affair. The usual plethora of underpowered Belgian politicians who are at war with each other. The foreign multinational that lets you point-blank, and 'should say, in the shit, for reasons not clear. Time passes and no one makes a decision. The quality 'of life which suffers another mild downturn in a country potentially rich, peaceful and industrious.
The rank of December 
1. Editors - Papillon
2. Jack Penate - Pull my heart away
3. Eiffel - À tout moment la rue
4. Queens of the Stone Age - Make it wit chu
5. La Roux - In For The Kill
Viulenz! 
Brutally silence in the bud the thoughts of the interlocutors during the talk show, not just touch the sensitive nodes of the Cav. Contemptuously ridiculing those who put moral issues such as conflict of interest of the Cav, judicial history of the Cav, Cav's sexual scandals, the contradictions between libertinism and family party Cav Cav. From the stage barking ferociously against the paddles of protesters who object to the rallies in the squares of the Cav. Unscrupulously manipulated on TV and overthrow the truth 'about the many flaws of the Cav: tax shelter, auction of goods confiscated from mafia laws known as "ad personam", more' to read more "to minchiam" or you do not need a beloved minchiam the common people.
heavily censored the countless figures of shit international Cav: horns, Cuckoo ', kapo, female underwear drawn during the last summit in Brussels. Daily and violently attack all the institutions of the Republic: President of the Republic? Communist, no good. Speaker of the House? Traitor, no good. Parliament? Waste of time, no good. Opposition Politics? Rosy Bindi? More 'beautiful than intelligent, is not good. Constitutional Court? Communist, no good. Bank of Italy? Pessimistic, no good. European Commission? There is, no good. Print? Left, no good. Judiciary? Mentally disturbed no good.
venomously rubbish in the press, the mother of three sons, after it revealed that 'if I'm Cav makes it to the minors, has filed for divorce (45 million € a month of "food") and prayed that someone will take care of mental health Cav. No one has done, alas'.
What the fuck. Good in this world there seemed to be left to lawyers who defended him in the process, the sluts who give it to him Turano nose and hoping for a bit part in a fiction, and leccaculo suicide bombers, who are defending him on TV. For a year and a half, maddeningly, did nothing to evoke an image of an Italy that violent hate him, who wants him dead, all except lawyers, sluts and suicide bombers. One day, self-exaltation is which polls do not exist, "72% of Italians and 'with me," the next day to take to the streets Bari and could not reach the place of the meeting' cause hundreds of protesters blocked the the road. In half a year of government has done nothing to prepare themselves that groped her ass justice by law, and in his spare time to rape the state, abusing the patience of citizens, raping institutions.
Now I know, he and his suicide, that too if you insist on raping the state, sooner or later someone will pull a good punch in the eye. Or a miniature cathedral.
What's Next? The Diaspora should 
In cazzeggiano internett understood on a dating site of a student from Milan who had the habit of putting online everything he knew. For example, the paraphrase of the fifth canto of Dante's Inferno. Use the other students make these notes and 'clear copy.
Now, those who have never copied in life? So, 'no scandal. The scandal and 'in the comments to this page .
There are three categories: the provocative, the lazy and the serious. Leviamoci bales from the first provocation: typical comments: "You're a sewer," "you're all fags." In our midst there 'always a good proportion of individuals behind an apparent muteness and inconsistent hide an innate hatred for the society 'that manifests itself only on these media are totally devoid of filters.
And now we come to the listless and serious. In a report, say, three to one, let them interact with their own comments. The serious doubts arise, of course: "hello I do not know if this is just paraphrasing, actually I have already found an error gravuccio, so before you see everything copiarvelo wisdom is correct before you take a bad grade!" Indeed, the lazy, and copy, we think, "I copied all, who knows if it's good thank you anyway." Then there are the lazy for a while trying to make the serious: "We at least try to read it without comment. Then, if tomorrow I do the right job and thank those who made it, but if I bill a second ... well, the commentary goes without saying. "But almost all 'of listless and' only here to rob and to thank: "Thank you so much I've saved the trouble of doing the job!" If you do a task and 'an unspeakable toil, those who till the soil, then? "GRAZIEEEEEEEEEE I have saved my skin and Saturday nights." Gia', saved his skin. Adolescents who live in the nightmare of the professor-killer. "Thank you, whoever wrote it in a big," he 's a great, true, but if you do not learn to distinguish between "he" and "to" continue to live between the lice. "Thanks so much less ke ke bad there is you give a hand on the internet, I have time neanke x nn myself ... thank god there is internet ... "Yes, 'who knows' why 'God has not thought of before. Maybe' cause all these teenagers did not exist balls that did not even time for themselves, who knows' they do, after studying five minutes in the remaining 23 hours and 55 minutes of the day.
And again thank you, thank you, thank you, a bunch of lazy. Some people do not lose not even time to thank, in search of another frantic: it degenerates into laziness by real dependency: "HELP YOU OF indolent character ????" Some paraphrasing has the luxury of a quote:" Great! you were my salvation ... if had not been for you during the task ... I would fall like a dead body falls. "Then comes the forced romanaccio:" Rega through 1000! xfortuna you! k and then the teacher says you have to look on the internet ... nn but how do you get her to mind ????? DANTE IS A cocoa! "Sure there and 'already' gone.
But it 's possible that they are all so' lazy and insane? Fosse Dante, the real problem? A sporadic serious voice says:" I think there nn ke dante like the comments. iradiddio breaks loose: "I hate fucking danteeeeeeeeeeeeeee uffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaa qst ke palleeeee." unconditional hate. "xk danteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee but we are talking about you today ... Ankora.: Z ufffffff make me Skif", be 'at least here there's a reason ', Dante anachronistic. Benigni would not agree. "Fuck that break and giving other balls of this kind", then the whole Italian literature for centuries to come.
Warning 'cause the serious react, they're not dumb, "I love danteee! I find it terribly fascinating! Who does not understand it say it's boring! Just because you do not have that extra bit of intelligence that might enable him to understand what it expresses ! x I hope that the future will be people like me! " The silences, the listless passing immediately "go to girl but càcàreee! And when you do put your head in the toilet and pulls the drain! But I hope that my future there are assembled people like you! Dickhead! "
What awaits us in the future? Those who consider the Internet a salvation Dante incomprehensible and broken bales are both the future of Italy and the pure roots of hatred ' Italy. Adolescents listless and hopeless think this: "Dante did not write for us bitch, we and the Saturday night comes first, 'cause we have to be forced to read it?" Because' it is hoped that something will remain, and as' was the girl who commented "if it were not for you during the task ... I would fall like a dead body falls. "We hope that you remain on the trail of the genius of Dante, as antibodies, permanently in a circle, which are activated at the right time, when you find yourself face to face with sloth, lust, fights between Guelphs and Ghibellines.
But it 's clear that reading comments sti, pessimism dominates. Especially in the days when the brothers Graviano deny ever having had contact with Toto 'Peppino Dell'Utri and Berlusconi. I wonder, 'if they had read the last canto of the Inferno, about thieves, forgers, liars and traitors ...
have been trying to find out who we are. Those who are parties to the case maybe, with the intention of staying six months in London, Brussels, in Silicon Valley. And then, through decisive watershed, as the current dragged into a rapid gain ambitious goals, we have remained abroad. Years. We were like, we would return. We know that a place in the mud in Italy we have left. We are not returned instead. We have established families. We planned the future. Let's go back and leave again just Italy for the holidays. Each start a tear. Even more 'than one. Today the phenomenon and 'front pages in Italy, because of the letter to his son, published by Pier Luigi Celli on the Republic. In summary: "My son left this wretched country, you who deserves a bright future."
Francesco Bonazzi on the fact, there is. In summary: "Only cowards abandon his country and flee from his unfortunate fate." The event has the merit of being a newspaper of resistance, his point of view and 'understandable. But readers who are Done? Surprise. Reading the comments to the piece of Bonazzi, 9 out of 10 come from Italians abroad. 9 out of 10 do not agree with Bonazzi. Definitely do not feel cowardly. Definitely feel that he deserved everything they have built and do not understand why 'they should give themselves and their families a future unfortunate, staying in Italy to resist Berlusconi.
I do not care or agree with Celli with Bonazzi. Simply put, now that the phenomenon and 'front pages, I think it has more' sense to know who we are, my obsession of some time ago. What are we, instead, 'the question of the moment. Talent on the run, maybe. We are a people without a country, too, that's' obvious. We urgently need a definition. We uprooted the 21st century? We are stateless wandering? Nomads Italians. We are the Diaspora, I would say. We are the thorn in the side of Italy, are the beautiful that Italy could have been if it had been entrusted to us, rather than 'the whores and whoremongers of government, if it had invested in us, instead of' trying to cope with the Mafia.
