Friday, March 26, 2010

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wandering picnic, Besson prances!

Racist, Guillon? Besson could cover more evil. The ferocity of this generosity has guilonnesque carbonize without shying away from the political origin, physical or philosophical prey. A paragon of altruism pamphleteer.

Remember the passion that inspired him when he crunched the libidinous frenzy of spawning Strauss-Kahn. What color pink the socialist Prime FMIste she would have withheld the jets vitriol of the intractable comedian? No privilege yours ... First and foremost emphasize the sordid through apparatchiks of our time, they belong to a chapel.

Check out the crestfallen of Besson, steeped in acrimony a vengeful, hateful, threatening, can be reassured that it is not entirely an executive minister of civil liberties. When Nicolas sum Demorand well aware of the implications of membership of a public service radio ("You should think about ...") means the "I'll remember " of the Pen unleashed against a representative of the order that prevents him from holding its meeting.

That implies the loss Besson? He should go to the post members of this family of public service who dare to attack the servants of the state? Receding chin, according to Guillon, I would even say cowardly: the face of a very ordinary public executioner.

Besson stamps, Hees bows: contrition that away a little more the CEO of France's Inter prime ideals ... as a waiver under economic pressure-careerist. The last straw: the apology cover the use of critical physical while most of the chronicle of text on the bottom.

Furthermore, since when have we no right to portray our policies? This is done by drawing the line (oh thank you Plantu and the whole troop of our governing Animals ) can not s'admettre in oral tradition, especially when it passes by ways of sacrosanct public service. Pathetic deference to another time.

Besson await the columns Parisien to indulge in what he had flogged, talent and less humorous. This had the advantage of calm weather for a stinking round of ministerial leather. The devil would like to physically cross the scalp to exchange Guillon: verb muscled up and interrogation, without doubt.

The grim Besson was appointed to a position to fulfill specific functions, not to intimidate one vote needed to power and cons to freedom of expression. And interfere in the flagship of a media under the pretext of smokers demands of public service is to deny the very purpose of a radio must defend, even against those in power and by definition temporary , pluralism within its ranks.

That storm, as he wants, but he does not dare to hinder valuable surges when polemicists défrisent his stiff posture, because it may well attract the more meaningful attacks, they do not bother the mind in high spirits.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

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Ferrat, sweet thundering

Forget the ideological antagonisms to greet the evocative power of impregnating his melodies, his words chiseled for a voice of velvet warm mountain ... He found the sacred pantheon of the giants of French song. To you Brassens, Brel, ferries, Ferrat's ...

His death reminds me that in the late eighties, when non classmates thought to pure entertainment, I allowed myself to writing antimilitarists lyrics to the tune of Woman is the Future of Man , although the tone of sweet thundering



The time has lost reason
There will no longer horizon,
And the man has lost his mome.
For the day we all crèv'rons,
I declare these arrant fools,
The bomb is a reflection of your death.

All commenc'ra with two words,
And end up in a heap
In flesh, all indescribable.
Today people feel sorry
Some dropped their roof
Others hide in their bible.

The time has lost reason
There will be no substantive
The core of Eve, alone on the ground,
Rappel'ra track of those pieces
whom I said without passion:
The bomb is a reflection of your death.

To achieve these sufferings
Where we n'peut die in silence
It took many wars.
And we quitt'rons our young
Just to appease their rage
Who destroyed our old Earth.

The time has lost reason
There will be more blooming.
Mothers, stained with blood, sobbing
Given all these bodies without lace
whom I remember my vision
The bomb is a reflection of your death.

be lost when the latest,
That last body will be stiff,
When any remorse s'ra impossible
I curse all those armies,
I spit on the officers
Who should all be in the asylum.

The time has lost reason
And there is no horizon,
The man murdered his mome.
To this day when we all are dying,
I tell these soldiers, these idiots,
The bomb is a reflection of our death.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

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But I'm a creep ...

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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