Thursday, December 21, 2006
Stream Huntik Season 2
Strive to not recognize that was an act of justice. Justice is one of the four cardinal virtues, which tends to give everyone his due or belonging. And corresponding to body Augusto Pinochet, histrionic and pathetically installed at the Military School was being spit.
The spit can be the result of an involuntary cough, but released on a person or a symbol, is an act of contempt.
not the same hate to despise: the Nietzschean Alain de Benoist reminds us that hatred is a feeling worthless, own more of those in despair, contempt, however, emanates from those who know of superiority and therefore tend to spontaneously to do right.
The spittle that Francisco Cuadrado Prats dropped on the coffin containing the corpse of Augusto Pinochet sordid was a relevant and accurate expression of justice: the macabre exercise of power that held for seventeen years deserves only contempt for those who still feel a part of your psyche the lost strength of the Chilean.
It was the expression of vehement elegance-justice-not yet reported to the memory of General Carlos Prats González. And said nothing less than his grandson.
Strive to not recognize that was an act of justice, but the collective memory of Chileans usually more accurate than supposed. Those who play this possibility are clouded by a psychotic hatred and unhealthy, the gesture of Francisco Cuadrado Prats was a fair and accurate measure of contempt. Future generations Chileans so construed.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
What Is Left Thalamic Lacunar Infarct?
spit cowardice
I hate to Augusto Pinochet on the basis of what is a sign. Is the steward of the servants who decided to rebel against their masters. José Donoso wrote it with rare skill in Casa de Campo.
Augusto Pinochet Is it bad? Yes it is. What is sibilant and hypocritical. What is a coward and henpecked husband. It is for allowing his dictatorship became in a perfidious matriarchy: the bloody dictatorship of Pinochet's dictatorship was Lucia Hiriart.
But like any human animal, Pinochet is entitled to mercy.
Recently, the Military Vicar General wanted poner a un capellán militar católico para que administrara al anciano ex dictador el último sacramento: La Santa Unción, antes llamada Extremaunción. El hombre está viviendo una senilidad dolorosa. Se alimenta sólo con papillas. Es claro que morirá pronto.
¿Y qué ocurrió? Ocurrió que todos los capellanes militares buscaron excusas para negarse a visitar a Pinochet. Sólo uno, el capitán del Servicio Religioso Carlos Roberto Melo Cruces, capellán de la Escuela de Paracaidistas y Fuerzas Especiales, tuvo la hidalguía de llevarle el postrer consuelo de la Fe Católica.
¡Es inconcebible! Es una grosera cobardía. Es un hecho que habla a las claras de decadencia. Es un cartuchismo absolutely inappropriate in men consecrated to God. It is a very clear correlation of skepticism felt by many Catholics.
From these pages, I can not but condemn this cowardly and congratulate the chaplain Melo for his manhood. Anibal Barrera Ortega
Journalist
Captain (R) 
I hate to Augusto Pinochet on the basis of what is a sign. Is the steward of the servants who decided to rebel against their masters. José Donoso wrote it with rare skill in Casa de Campo.
Augusto Pinochet Is it bad? Yes it is. What is sibilant and hypocritical. What is a coward and henpecked husband. It is for allowing his dictatorship became in a perfidious matriarchy: the bloody dictatorship of Pinochet's dictatorship was Lucia Hiriart.
But like any human animal, Pinochet is entitled to mercy.
Recently, the Military Vicar General wanted poner a un capellán militar católico para que administrara al anciano ex dictador el último sacramento: La Santa Unción, antes llamada Extremaunción. El hombre está viviendo una senilidad dolorosa. Se alimenta sólo con papillas. Es claro que morirá pronto.
¿Y qué ocurrió? Ocurrió que todos los capellanes militares buscaron excusas para negarse a visitar a Pinochet. Sólo uno, el capitán del Servicio Religioso Carlos Roberto Melo Cruces, capellán de la Escuela de Paracaidistas y Fuerzas Especiales, tuvo la hidalguía de llevarle el postrer consuelo de la Fe Católica.
¡Es inconcebible! Es una grosera cobardía. Es un hecho que habla a las claras de decadencia. Es un cartuchismo absolutely inappropriate in men consecrated to God. It is a very clear correlation of skepticism felt by many Catholics.
From these pages, I can not but condemn this cowardly and congratulate the chaplain Melo for his manhood. Anibal Barrera Ortega
Journalist
Captain (R)
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Bacterial Impetigo Eczema
Impresentable meanders "PALACIO LARRAÍN" very current topic
Interview journalist Luis Marín
Aníbal Ortega Barrera Luis Antonio Marin is a journalist and, as he has undertaken to admit it, their literary forays have a sort of journalistic bias appellant: seek witness of what is unknown circumstances daily. His most recent work, Palace Larraín, is an accurate foray into what might be called the multifaceted and often tragic reality of Chilean youth. Is there a journalistic dimension to the extent that collects facts and circumstances of the daily life of a man who has learned to live with fearless intensity. But Marin is done accurately by the now classic assertion that teaches that the literary work is the effort that makes a human being to tell another human being what it is and how the enigmatic human animal.
On 8 December, the book was presented in the commune of birth, in the Eighth Region, where currently resides Marín. Day 28 next will be the same in the room forced direction of the Directorate of Extension, University of La Frontera. Luis Marín
not forget his long days temuquenses. Lived in these parts since his childhood days, here became a journalist and a man of prodigious intellectual curiosity.
writer and journalist
"Come on, let's start a synthesis, an art in which we could assume that you are a teacher. I ask you to respond in no more than ten words who is Luis Antonio Marin.
"A writer is not yet married (or hunted) with any genre, an intellectual and a journalist without academia unemployed but always working. I fear that, too, the future dramatist of genius. "Let
synthesis efforts. I ask you soon to answer the question: Why write?
-For pastime, vanity citizen, by therapy, in desperation, and the almost Promethean desire to change the objective conditions of social reality through art. That is, from least to most, my personal hierarchy of the literary work.
"Changing the objective conditions of social reality through art." There are many who argue that literature is always an underground political stature. We therefore Luis Antonio Marin to that subject area.
literary vein, can be inferred from your answer that you have interest in the political dimension of the human animal. Is it so?
"Sure, and that dimension is much more than the party system and state powers. I think true art is, paradoxically, from its current objectifying objectification-call to improve what we call reality. People who read or have developed sensitivity to the arts are more tolerant, adventurous, controlled, creative, and therefore do not believe that the only good things in life are the sensual pleasures (the zapping sex, drunkenness or football perennial dipped in marinade) are, as they say now, better citizens.
- Chilean literature is the height of the requirements, say that consensus, the current Chilean society? I understand that the answer may be very long, but I'm asking you as soon as we are facing journalists.
"I think most of the national writers are unable to evangelize their art beyond its dwindling stands or academies: The authors and the institutions that support are rather, and a hit song parody, increasing cultural inequality , elitist. I believe that readers and audiences must leave to find them. I support book fairs and meetings of writers, but I'm more in favor of public writers inquire into new, even illiterate, verbalizing their texts, reenchanted people.
"I tried to do, free and because I like challenges, writing workshops in prison in Temuco and Tucapel Regiment. I thought, but I think the concept is there, or if not, we rot in the dump all of neoanalfabetismo. "
- What Larraín Palace expresses your book? How to synthesize your message?
I do not think you have a message like that to dry. For nothing. I can only say that the feeling that my father was desperate to book a youth (mine and other urchins) wasted, is perhaps a metaphor for the impossibility of art: a horse foundered launched against a cliff.
- What genre is part of your book?
"The matter of literary genres is being rethought from the avant-garde. I see it more as a set of expectations that were generated in the reader, as a closed system of laws and not transferable. Even the theme of literature as an invention, as a mere unreality-as opposed to hard science, social science or journalism that tell "the truth "- has its days numbered.
"My book was born as a set of stories (or letters, testimonials and even possible theatrical and film scripts) having some common characters of biographical and autobiographical claims. Then I persuaded (convinced me) that the direction and spatial order (to be stories engendered in three Chilean cities: Santiago, South City and calving) and time (because it accounts to debit a certain progression epic bildungsroman or novel of formation) did text of my novel with a less orthodox structure. That was why I decided to title Larraín Palace and Other Stories of romance, but my editor preferred to leave the Palace Larraín and the reader decide. "
"Self-destruction?
"It's easy to think that the Palace Larraín call contains a kind of self-destruction. Do you think that might be?
- think "Easy for whom? Why Cuñuñuco Pentecostal pastor? I think that from the very moment when the protagonist Domínguez Montressor sociologist gathers and recreates the disaster, no longer embody, at least symbolically. Self-destruction, which passes through the offset psychic heroes of the story, not an apology for the defeat, but rather a invocation to the fight, to revolt against a social system that objectifies you, who have lost the true meaning of ritual, and where power is exercised in a dehumanized, and not because the building of power has pure heartless, but because the complexity of reality (of the laws, of the numbers of legal entities) makes this almost a pure abstraction.
Why write?
"While you hold that your book does not imply a message, you can not lose sight of something already answered: that is written to" change the objective conditions of social reality through art. " How does that purpose Palace Larraín?
"It is a paradox with books of this kind: the hopelessness that recreate is pregnant with hope. This paradox, of course, not felt the hardest stories to write the book. "Palacio Larraín" I wrote between 1999 and 2004, at a rate of amateur writer, a situation which I hope will change. "
- What about the recent nomination of José Miguel Varas and National Book Award? What you deserve consideration by Andres Gomez said in that it was "no surprise" because they chose a career writer but, unlike Enrique Lafourcade or germ Marin does not generate discord.
"I do not agree with Gomez. What is perhaps claim of consensus politics propelled the year 90 by Patricio Aylwin, and senile, or to reward good people? There were five more writers Literary merit! that Varas (Marín, Lafourcade, Eltit, Allende and Skarmeta, at that precise order), but rewarded with this gentleman. What happened there was that the last winner, Armando Uribe Arce, is a close friend of Varas and influenced the rest of the jury, who know so much about literature as I trigonometric equations.
In La Araucanía
"Well, go back the issues that seem particularly interested. What can you tell me the literary reality of our region of La Araucanía? (I'm sure you do not lack information).
"There is a clear explosion of literature Mapuche issue, which has more to do with a sociological phenomenon of otherness inverted to a matter of intrinsic quality. Dr. Carrasco and his cohorts of UFRO want to express to the world that "I saw them first", in relation to the artists who have surnames that 20 years ago were teased and now rampant. Literarily speaking, the outlook is grim. Guido Eytel do not know if new plan works, but in general terms the writers of earlier generations seem to have lost mine of gunpowder. Of those who are my age rescued Claudio Maldonado, he is my friend (and not "Lex Lutor Marín", as one suffered chronic) and obsessions have enough to write something substantial. The storytellers of my generation who managed to publish before they left here, as Jaime Huenún, one of the best living poets I have known, what it intends to Maldonado and also made the ultimate prize Pablo Neruda's poetry. In Chillan and Valdivia, to name a few examples, the issue is not so. Migration
"I understand you plan inroads into the academic and literary guild currently offered Spain. Why do you think the raid necessary? Rather, you see all the doors closed in Chile?
"That is somewhat inaccurate (perhaps work to develop scripts or washing dishes), but the fact is that if we want to go. My fruitless wanderings in the art and the country-radio programs, aborted management companies and cultural products, columns, scripts, theater, majors fakers (as is almost all generated in academia) - I have absolutely fatigued. Also, the artistic and literary landscape of Chile is a malignancy thick. Is full of lobbyists, merchants, lamepuertas, swindlers, cloistered (speaking of those co-opted by the academy), all packed in the bag of cats that causes the excess people for so little space. In Chile, many writers are emerging for so few readers, this causes overcrowding and shifts the point of interest from the same creativity to the hateful paraliterarias complaints.
"One last question. It seems obvious that you're a rebel, meaning that the word 'rebel' is the noun of the verb 'rebel', which means exactly "stir, lift someone by missing due obedience." Why and how to be rebellious? "Resorting Maybe if drugs?
"I'm rather with that due obedience: Obedience is not necessarily a matter of inertia, a convention, but born of a conviction. Now, I never went to those who kicked the board or scream loudly I was never as (for example with everything I got from my terrible college), but never gave it to understand ... perhaps this aporia gave me the writer.
Aníbal Ortega Barrera Luis Antonio Marin is a journalist and, as he has undertaken to admit it, their literary forays have a sort of journalistic bias appellant: seek witness of what is unknown circumstances daily. His most recent work, Palace Larraín, is an accurate foray into what might be called the multifaceted and often tragic reality of Chilean youth. Is there a journalistic dimension to the extent that collects facts and circumstances of the daily life of a man who has learned to live with fearless intensity. But Marin is done accurately by the now classic assertion that teaches that the literary work is the effort that makes a human being to tell another human being what it is and how the enigmatic human animal.
On 8 December, the book was presented in the commune of birth, in the Eighth Region, where currently resides Marín. Day 28 next will be the same in the room forced direction of the Directorate of Extension, University of La Frontera. Luis Marín
not forget his long days temuquenses. Lived in these parts since his childhood days, here became a journalist and a man of prodigious intellectual curiosity.
writer and journalist
"Come on, let's start a synthesis, an art in which we could assume that you are a teacher. I ask you to respond in no more than ten words who is Luis Antonio Marin.
"A writer is not yet married (or hunted) with any genre, an intellectual and a journalist without academia unemployed but always working. I fear that, too, the future dramatist of genius. "Let
synthesis efforts. I ask you soon to answer the question: Why write?
-For pastime, vanity citizen, by therapy, in desperation, and the almost Promethean desire to change the objective conditions of social reality through art. That is, from least to most, my personal hierarchy of the literary work.
"Changing the objective conditions of social reality through art." There are many who argue that literature is always an underground political stature. We therefore Luis Antonio Marin to that subject area.
literary vein, can be inferred from your answer that you have interest in the political dimension of the human animal. Is it so?
"Sure, and that dimension is much more than the party system and state powers. I think true art is, paradoxically, from its current objectifying objectification-call to improve what we call reality. People who read or have developed sensitivity to the arts are more tolerant, adventurous, controlled, creative, and therefore do not believe that the only good things in life are the sensual pleasures (the zapping sex, drunkenness or football perennial dipped in marinade) are, as they say now, better citizens.
- Chilean literature is the height of the requirements, say that consensus, the current Chilean society? I understand that the answer may be very long, but I'm asking you as soon as we are facing journalists.
"I think most of the national writers are unable to evangelize their art beyond its dwindling stands or academies: The authors and the institutions that support are rather, and a hit song parody, increasing cultural inequality , elitist. I believe that readers and audiences must leave to find them. I support book fairs and meetings of writers, but I'm more in favor of public writers inquire into new, even illiterate, verbalizing their texts, reenchanted people.
"I tried to do, free and because I like challenges, writing workshops in prison in Temuco and Tucapel Regiment. I thought, but I think the concept is there, or if not, we rot in the dump all of neoanalfabetismo. "
- What Larraín Palace expresses your book? How to synthesize your message?
I do not think you have a message like that to dry. For nothing. I can only say that the feeling that my father was desperate to book a youth (mine and other urchins) wasted, is perhaps a metaphor for the impossibility of art: a horse foundered launched against a cliff.
- What genre is part of your book?
"The matter of literary genres is being rethought from the avant-garde. I see it more as a set of expectations that were generated in the reader, as a closed system of laws and not transferable. Even the theme of literature as an invention, as a mere unreality-as opposed to hard science, social science or journalism that tell "the truth "- has its days numbered.
"My book was born as a set of stories (or letters, testimonials and even possible theatrical and film scripts) having some common characters of biographical and autobiographical claims. Then I persuaded (convinced me) that the direction and spatial order (to be stories engendered in three Chilean cities: Santiago, South City and calving) and time (because it accounts to debit a certain progression epic bildungsroman or novel of formation) did text of my novel with a less orthodox structure. That was why I decided to title Larraín Palace and Other Stories of romance, but my editor preferred to leave the Palace Larraín and the reader decide. "
"Self-destruction?
"It's easy to think that the Palace Larraín call contains a kind of self-destruction. Do you think that might be?
- think "Easy for whom? Why Cuñuñuco Pentecostal pastor? I think that from the very moment when the protagonist Domínguez Montressor sociologist gathers and recreates the disaster, no longer embody, at least symbolically. Self-destruction, which passes through the offset psychic heroes of the story, not an apology for the defeat, but rather a invocation to the fight, to revolt against a social system that objectifies you, who have lost the true meaning of ritual, and where power is exercised in a dehumanized, and not because the building of power has pure heartless, but because the complexity of reality (of the laws, of the numbers of legal entities) makes this almost a pure abstraction.
Why write?
"While you hold that your book does not imply a message, you can not lose sight of something already answered: that is written to" change the objective conditions of social reality through art. " How does that purpose Palace Larraín?
"It is a paradox with books of this kind: the hopelessness that recreate is pregnant with hope. This paradox, of course, not felt the hardest stories to write the book. "Palacio Larraín" I wrote between 1999 and 2004, at a rate of amateur writer, a situation which I hope will change. "
- What about the recent nomination of José Miguel Varas and National Book Award? What you deserve consideration by Andres Gomez said in that it was "no surprise" because they chose a career writer but, unlike Enrique Lafourcade or germ Marin does not generate discord.
"I do not agree with Gomez. What is perhaps claim of consensus politics propelled the year 90 by Patricio Aylwin, and senile, or to reward good people? There were five more writers Literary merit! that Varas (Marín, Lafourcade, Eltit, Allende and Skarmeta, at that precise order), but rewarded with this gentleman. What happened there was that the last winner, Armando Uribe Arce, is a close friend of Varas and influenced the rest of the jury, who know so much about literature as I trigonometric equations.
In La Araucanía
"Well, go back the issues that seem particularly interested. What can you tell me the literary reality of our region of La Araucanía? (I'm sure you do not lack information).
"There is a clear explosion of literature Mapuche issue, which has more to do with a sociological phenomenon of otherness inverted to a matter of intrinsic quality. Dr. Carrasco and his cohorts of UFRO want to express to the world that "I saw them first", in relation to the artists who have surnames that 20 years ago were teased and now rampant. Literarily speaking, the outlook is grim. Guido Eytel do not know if new plan works, but in general terms the writers of earlier generations seem to have lost mine of gunpowder. Of those who are my age rescued Claudio Maldonado, he is my friend (and not "Lex Lutor Marín", as one suffered chronic) and obsessions have enough to write something substantial. The storytellers of my generation who managed to publish before they left here, as Jaime Huenún, one of the best living poets I have known, what it intends to Maldonado and also made the ultimate prize Pablo Neruda's poetry. In Chillan and Valdivia, to name a few examples, the issue is not so. Migration
"I understand you plan inroads into the academic and literary guild currently offered Spain. Why do you think the raid necessary? Rather, you see all the doors closed in Chile?
"That is somewhat inaccurate (perhaps work to develop scripts or washing dishes), but the fact is that if we want to go. My fruitless wanderings in the art and the country-radio programs, aborted management companies and cultural products, columns, scripts, theater, majors fakers (as is almost all generated in academia) - I have absolutely fatigued. Also, the artistic and literary landscape of Chile is a malignancy thick. Is full of lobbyists, merchants, lamepuertas, swindlers, cloistered (speaking of those co-opted by the academy), all packed in the bag of cats that causes the excess people for so little space. In Chile, many writers are emerging for so few readers, this causes overcrowding and shifts the point of interest from the same creativity to the hateful paraliterarias complaints.
"One last question. It seems obvious that you're a rebel, meaning that the word 'rebel' is the noun of the verb 'rebel', which means exactly "stir, lift someone by missing due obedience." Why and how to be rebellious? "Resorting Maybe if drugs?
"I'm rather with that due obedience: Obedience is not necessarily a matter of inertia, a convention, but born of a conviction. Now, I never went to those who kicked the board or scream loudly I was never as (for example with everything I got from my terrible college), but never gave it to understand ... perhaps this aporia gave me the writer.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Sugarpaste Ballerina Slippers
Contractors and inspectors
Aníbal Ortega Barrera
Our column today deals with roads. As will be seen, is a subject of critical importance: Is it possible to lose sight that our battered region of La Araucanía has a road network extension exceeds 12 thousand miles?
Well, to start the case, be said that any road-construction design of a new road or improvement or maintenance of a road already built, two major players involved: contractors and tax inspectors. Understood by the contractor to particular road construction entrepreneur who was awarded a public proposal, the tax inspector and professional staff is supposed to caution the full implementation of the contract in the public interest the State of Chile, which, at least in principle, comes to mean the benefit of all taxpayers.
But what happens in the stubborn reality? Several things happen.
On the one hand, experience shows that tax inspectors, it seems that in 50 percent of cases are not suitable to be. A really efficient tax inspector must know every step of the process contained in the contract, which becomes the same as saying that training should be thoroughly imbued with the organizational and technical service for which he works. We are talking about roads, the construction or maintenance stages recognizes almost obvious: laboratory screening soil mechanics, project logic, risk prevention, labor law, environmental awareness, specific laws, etc., etc.
And as we said, only 50 percent of the tax has a basic technical competence to properly fulfill its functions (and talk about the moral appropriateness).
Now, what would be desirable in the contractors? More than desirable, it is imperative that the case of highly professionalized organizations, right? Unfortunately not.
Contractor companies operating in our region (and, we fear that most of our Chile) are family businesses. For example, a civil engineer-minded businessman, who has enough capital, you can jump-start a company idefectiblemente road and they tend to seek areas of work for their relatives and friends. The result appears obvious: the professionalism of this company will be difficult. In the best case, capital may permit has the technical means is strictly necessary for the operation of the company, but will be highly unlikely to seek improvement. Add that it appears possible that these companies escape the logic of profit, clearly predominant in the days running.
In practice, then, the contractors must commit to rig contracts as much as possible. It is a question of saving the maximum, where, for example, the contract stipulated the need to employ five hundred bags of cement, the company will strive to spend only three hundred ... if.
No need to spend excessive explanations for you, dear (a) lector (a), I realize that these economies are going to be affecting the quality of road works executed and, not infrequently, in hypothetical expense of his own life or physical integrity when you must drive your car down that road.
What is the means by which contracts rig? It's easy: the entrepreneur must be subservient to the tax inspector (against which takes 50 percent of the cases full security of your ignorance and stupidity.) You should meet with gargantuan barbecue lunch, with many appetizers, wines and download intermediate. But
intakes are just a link. Basically tamed with many open bar, the next step will provide extra stipends or provide additional huge estates. Women? Why not? "Hard drugs? Why not?
Do you realize, my friend (a) lector (a), what are we talking about? We are talking simply that we are in the presence of laxity and corruption manifests still smoldering.
Do you realize, ladies (as) lords (as) political (as), risks that we run?
Friday, March 10, 2006
Pinewood Derby Golf Ball
Advice to the President of Chile
LISTEN, Michelle!
With all due respect, Madam President, I ask your permission to give this article the nature of public letter addressed to you.
I ask that permission, Madam President, because I venture to think that others (even others) share the thoughts that now I want to share with Your Excellency. It is entirely irrelevant to you, Madam President, read or not these lines to meet these my thoughts, that are actually advice I want to arrive at your weighted knowledge: the truth is that I am sure that, through the work of what Nietzsche mint as coincidences pregnant with meaning, Your Excellency will know of my advice. We
piecemeal.
I suggest, firstly, not having the slightest illusion that the task ahead will be easy. For the simple reason that it will be exceedingly difficult.
You, Madam President, stands almost in excess, were defeated in the 1973 war hoax are the winners today. And that, Madam President, is not something that just does not ever forgive him.
I suppose, Madam President, that you know that many eminent historians who argue that Chile, our suffering country, the political right has more clumsy, childish, vulgar, scurrilous, accommodating and ruthless throughout the Americas. I guess you read "The Weight of the Night: Our Historic Fort Weak" by Alfredo Jocelyn-Holt, a character with which neither you nor I sympathize, but which could not discuss the validity of historiographical analysis.
care, then! The Chilean right, Michelle, do not cooperate with his political: dream or what! Do you think that pathetic characters as Longueira, Moreira, Novoa, Larraín, Espina, Perez de Arce, etc., Etc, ever forgive him Your Excellency to be the daughter of Gen. Alberto Bachelet, a man who did know what the military honor, a man who never shot at Chilean?
We now turn elsewhere. The Coalition, with which Your Excellency will rule the coming hard years, seems to have no sense of history or, if you will, of historical responsibility, his indolence and stupidity have little to envy the indolence and stupidity of the right . Beware
, Michelle, beware!
Moreover, Madam President, try to temper their conscupiscencia colleagues of sex try to tell, with fine subtlety that you rather have, the most important rights of the women is to demand manhood to men, is to demand that men can achieve the noble class of men.
Is it too much to ask? Well, the truth is that I want to ask more. The truth is that maybe if I have one last tip: Do not let
tricked by homosexuality, the great tyrant of our time! Try to convince gays that they are sick, sick, very serious, and a crude and self-styled manifestation of diversity!
Good luck, dear Michelle, you're going to need it!
I ask that permission, Madam President, because I venture to think that others (even others) share the thoughts that now I want to share with Your Excellency. It is entirely irrelevant to you, Madam President, read or not these lines to meet these my thoughts, that are actually advice I want to arrive at your weighted knowledge: the truth is that I am sure that, through the work of what Nietzsche mint as coincidences pregnant with meaning, Your Excellency will know of my advice. We
piecemeal.
I suggest, firstly, not having the slightest illusion that the task ahead will be easy. For the simple reason that it will be exceedingly difficult.
You, Madam President, stands almost in excess, were defeated in the 1973 war hoax are the winners today. And that, Madam President, is not something that just does not ever forgive him.
I suppose, Madam President, that you know that many eminent historians who argue that Chile, our suffering country, the political right has more clumsy, childish, vulgar, scurrilous, accommodating and ruthless throughout the Americas. I guess you read "The Weight of the Night: Our Historic Fort Weak" by Alfredo Jocelyn-Holt, a character with which neither you nor I sympathize, but which could not discuss the validity of historiographical analysis.
care, then! The Chilean right, Michelle, do not cooperate with his political: dream or what! Do you think that pathetic characters as Longueira, Moreira, Novoa, Larraín, Espina, Perez de Arce, etc., Etc, ever forgive him Your Excellency to be the daughter of Gen. Alberto Bachelet, a man who did know what the military honor, a man who never shot at Chilean?
We now turn elsewhere. The Coalition, with which Your Excellency will rule the coming hard years, seems to have no sense of history or, if you will, of historical responsibility, his indolence and stupidity have little to envy the indolence and stupidity of the right . Beware
, Michelle, beware!
Moreover, Madam President, try to temper their conscupiscencia colleagues of sex try to tell, with fine subtlety that you rather have, the most important rights of the women is to demand manhood to men, is to demand that men can achieve the noble class of men.
Is it too much to ask? Well, the truth is that I want to ask more. The truth is that maybe if I have one last tip: Do not let
tricked by homosexuality, the great tyrant of our time! Try to convince gays that they are sick, sick, very serious, and a crude and self-styled manifestation of diversity!
Good luck, dear Michelle, you're going to need it!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Nadine Jansen And Lorna Morgan
'Comandante Che Guevara'
The girls, all beautiful, had been selected among many other almost entirely by the excellence of its rear clear (which, incidentally, is an extremely important), were now dressed linens with Andean soldiers, which is not disturbed at all its charms and were accompanied in their singing in the bands instrumental and War "Tucapel."
learned to love from the historic high
where the sun of your bravery
put a close to death.
Your revolutionary love leads you to
will go forward as
along with you and with Fidel we say to you: Until Always
Captain Storni
always been considered a kook, and he always had something disturbed reason. But his infatuation was never free from a strange, almost unfathomable insight. Heavy drinker, used to have hallucinations. We speak of a human being who strives to pursue unfortunately without being able to ever reach it. Who, moreover, always, or most of the time, was interested in questioning his craziness.
always been considered a kook, and he always had something disturbed reason. But his infatuation was never free from a strange, almost unfathomable insight. Heavy drinker, used to have hallucinations. We speak of a human being who strives to pursue unfortunately without being able to ever reach it. Who, moreover, always, or most of the time, was interested in questioning his craziness.
These should be the reasons, and not envision possibilities that could (or could) be other-why he decided to try the elucidation of the rather fuzzy image forged in his mind according to which, to the strains of the song 'Comandante Che Guevara', sung by the magic erotic and evocative English music group Mocedades, he could envision several Chilean girls, who were (and still are) in compliance with the Women's Voluntary Military Service in the Infantry Regiment Montaña N º 8 "Tucapel" of Temuco. And it appeared at that mental image rather diffuse singing militarily dressed in garb of war Andes, this beautiful song, pitiful apology of a villainous figure of violent:
come burning the breeze with suns
spring to plant the flag
with the light of your smile
The girls, all beautiful, had been selected among many other almost entirely by the excellence of its rear clear (which, incidentally, is an extremely important), were now dressed linens with Andean soldiers, which is not disturbed at all its charms and were accompanied in their singing in the bands instrumental and War "Tucapel."
"I was strange, very strange," he wrote in such attempts exegetical. I think the word is 'enigmatic'. Says about the ever illustrious English Royal Academy: "That in itself contains or includes enigma of meaning dark and mysterious and very difficult to penetrate."
But before long I do not know if four or five days later, after a drinking binge, "decided that he, as a former army officer in Chile, was required to penetrate this enigma: how can it happen that song "Comandante Che Guevara ', beautifully sung by the group Abba, I suggest glamorous Chilean girls who are serving with the Women's Voluntary Military Service, which appear singing praises to the raucous bars of the two military bands, a historical figure who had nothing do with the glorious Chilean military institutions?
But before long, he realized that in this rather vague mental image, one of the girls gradually hid the rest. In fact, he would see her body present on two occasions:
"When I was told in early June that the Women's Section" Tucapel " be publicly presented at the ceremony celebrating the Day of the Infantry, I felt the same old anger. I repeated that women have nothing to do wearing military clothing. I went to the ceremony and stated, in circumstances such a rush I invariably pleasant and psychotropic nostalgia of my long gone days of Chilean military and saw: beautiful, sexy and stylish, packed in fatigues albos Andean marked a overwhelming and gratifying contrast with the colors of their skins, funny, topped by dark green beret of Army mountaineers Chile, which highlighted the erotic beauty of her looks and cryptic female and disturbing peacefulness their rear-also our crazy friend said in his note-pad eccentric linguistic and semiotic. Despite its longstanding dislike of the militarization of the women, it was impossible not to notice one of them, which seemed to overshadow all other military rutilancia. Integrating the military band Infantry Regiment N ° 8 Tucapel "to his left thigh was firmly attached the German case" Teuber. On her right breast, which enhances the respective piece of lovingly attached to his genre of combat-held briefly showed his surname Hackernet. His right hand firmly grasped the two sticks of the box military. With an almost imperceptible
nervousness, "which manifested itself in a bit ahead of orders from the commander of the training unit expressed in the skilled movements of the drum major, the conscript soldier Hackernet mercilessly beat the box" Teuber, thus contributing to bear the heat and thunderous drummer boxes marching band. For his part, out Balbuena, tall and handsome, too feverishly banging his own war-musical box. Balbuena clearly noticed the slight uncertainty of the recruits that he had taught as the only female member of the marching band temuquense Regiment. This imperceptible
nervousness
nervousness, "which manifested itself in a bit ahead of orders from the commander of the training unit expressed in the skilled movements of the drum major, the conscript soldier Hackernet mercilessly beat the box" Teuber, thus contributing to bear the heat and thunderous drummer boxes marching band. For his part, out Balbuena, tall and handsome, too feverishly banging his own war-musical box. Balbuena clearly noticed the slight uncertainty of the recruits that he had taught as the only female member of the marching band temuquense Regiment. This imperceptible
nervousness
had to his credit, as discussed, an obvious explanation.
"I knew fully that Hackernet conscript soldier was a being that transcended what to me was the incredibly blasphemous presence of women dressed for war in a setting like that of Chile, self-styled modern. The conscript soldier beautiful Hackernet "I will never know his name but we may assume that is called Rose Marie (or Rosman) - ..., sorry, I said the conscript soldier Hackernet Rosman is a very faithful exponent of the long dead Aryan super-race. It is beautiful, her eyes radiating madness, seduction, ferocity and vigor Germanic-added in his already bulky and notebook-delusional, how it can happen that are singing the song "Comandante Che Guevara '?
The truth of things, I, narrator of this amazing story, I have no choice but to say it all: Rosmarie-or whatever-sang with full sincerity and conviction powerful song "Comandante Che Guevara."
learned to love from the historic high
where the sun of your bravery
put a close to death.
I have no choice but to say all because this story can not be extended so silly and not very pristine. When our friend shared with me, two or three days, a few bottles of red wine, was very clear that it is the last sopaipilla: after three drinks, I was semiebrio, so he was forced to sleep on the table bar. I started flipping through his notebook messy and my interest was growing.
was his hallucination is not. With his crazy acumen and ability to outwit the misfortune, he could guess, but so precariously magic, a serious breach of military security. And he, despite not having now nothing to do with military rhetoric, I knew very well which side to walk the military security vulnerabilities.
I say that I, the narrator, the legendary captain Raphael Storni: Chile's army is beginning to pay dearly for the mistake of having included women in the noble ranks of the military service. I can say that nothing justifies Organic: what it is an urge for modernity, encouraged by beings like Cheyre and Lagos, and to the taste of the International Monetary Fund.
-is to please the Jewish roots feminism could very well hold Don Miguel Serrano.
But, as we shall see, the risk begins to show how much higher. Rosmarie
Hackernet, a girl of no more than nineteen years of age lived well, was added to the Women's Voluntary Military Service is not quite so voluntary. His father, Army Col. Matthias Hackernet, currently commander of the Motorized Infantry Regiment No. 1 "Buin" of Santiago, had determined that Rosman was incorporated into the female militia "to see if they settle down." Hackernet had begun to feel very upset by what he, in his military childishness, understood as "fuzzy leftist ideas." That was why he took the phone with her classmate, Colonel Ferreira, commander of the Tucapel "of Temuco, asking him to leave for any reason not to barrack for her daughter. What is at issue, he said, is not in Santiago with his long-haired fellow in the School of Sociology, University of Chile.
come burning the breeze with suns
spring to plant the flag
with the light of your smile
Rosmarie was indeed a rebellious daughter who, incidentally, I had no devotion to his Germanic ancestors, "notwithstanding that the management by his father, whom he despised for being a" sexist oaf "- did not disturb its source chimeras. His hairy friends advised to seek the space for popular justice in the military ranks ... No one should be wary of it for military daughter!
taken already dressed in the military combat, took very clever and playful gestures and unexpected drawbacks of their instructors. Corporal Ephraim Balbuena, for example, that she immediately noticed from the first day of their barracks, "fell in Rosmarie Hackernet realized that was not to be seduced by him, why ceased, before long, his grotesque initial guesses. But he began to nest a deleterious hatred.
- You know, my place? "He had said, ironic and merciless, the conscript soldier Hackernet when he ventured to take her hand and trying to kiss her on one of the breaks in the investigation of the marching band," I have no choice but to say that I am much woman for you.
The strong bitterness of Balbuena, a man who knows and knows pretty hating himself for his little promise as a future-Army NCO then began its projection.
Hackernet Rosman is that, currently processed in the Military Prosecutor's mission was Temuco-lover become commander of the Tucapel "Colonel Jaime Ferreira. The fundamental idea of \u200b\u200bthe raid was to amatory access to the general store of war material to the military unit. The need was about fifty guns SIG-fame with its full complement of ammunition, which would go into the hands of a select group righteous Mapuche Mallek.
new company where they expect the firm
libertarian of your arm.
What else to say? Well, that Corporal Ephraim Balbuena, hurt and humiliated by the contempt of the beautiful woman he could be fully aware of the clandestine love between Hackernet conscript soldier and Colonel Ferreira, and "do not know how she managed to listen and record rather long conversation between lovers. There was talk in explicit and unequivocal terms how they would get the SIG-Famae into the hands of the guerrillas of the Coordinating Arauko
What else to say? Well, that Corporal Ephraim Balbuena, hurt and humiliated by the contempt of the beautiful woman he could be fully aware of the clandestine love between Hackernet conscript soldier and Colonel Ferreira, and "do not know how she managed to listen and record rather long conversation between lovers. There was talk in explicit and unequivocal terms how they would get the SIG-Famae into the hands of the guerrillas of the Coordinating Arauko
Mallek Mapuche Communities in Conflict.
Balbuena, cruel and vengeful man, he managed to draw the attention of Mrs. Sandra Guastavino, wife of Colonel Ferreira, the glittering infidelity of her husband and to inform the mayor of La Araucanía that the senior had agreed to cooperate directly and, would say, complete with roots Mapuche ETA subversion, terrorism and neo-Marxist.
will go forward as
along with you and with Fidel we say to you: Until Always
Our character, strength and dear friend-talk of a human being who strives to pursue unfortunately without being able to never attain it, to whom, moreover, always, or most of the time, was interested in questioning her craziness, "had come to sense (do not know if that is the right word) that was at stake a serious breach of military security. However, there was never willing to say that he had noted that Hackernet conscript soldier, whom he called arbitrarily Rosmarie-singing with quiet passion and subtle love the song "Comandante Che Guevara 'with the background music of ABBA, first, all would have laughed at him, and second, he, alcoholic and all, there was a man of accusations or any form of fags.
From the fifteen or sixteen, the girl (real name is Sonia Hackenet-I came to know later, "he arbitrarily named Rosmarie in pathetic homage to a married woman who wanted to be her lover) had secretly built as a militant of the stage refoundational (1999), Movimiento de Izquierda Revolucionaria, MIR, called Youth Brigades "Miguel Enríquez".
Their approaches to military ceremonies brewing him a feeling bipolar: a mixture is not compatible between nostalgia and resentment. Wrote in the concluding pages of his worn Notebook:
-closed cycle for me when I saw it a second time. I thought a second and macabre ceremony. The flanking the damn place Ephraim Balbuena, her suitor and triumphant humiliated stooge, he took his right forearm in terms of conducting. She was wearing handcuffs. Its strong and fierce facial gestures, and all his gallant anatomy including of course the spirited back-Nordic Valkyrie was haughty and Dionysian. On her right breast, only enhanced his surname: Hackernet.
"When I first saw it, I did not denounce her, the second time in poignant ceremony, had already betrayed and led the informer. I did not want to denounce her because I stopped feeling affection for the military even if the military continues to be inextricably part of my life and nearly exhausted.
Now I wish that she did not go too wrong. And I have to strive for so! ".
Here is the clear,
the deep transparency
of your presence,
Comandante Che Guevara.
Monday, February 6, 2006
Geodesic Survival Dome Utah
you listen to my story?
What stories like, dream lady? Can I be sure you want to hear a story?
The music is beautiful. Almost unfathomably beautiful. The night brings them a sweet lightness. What will happen?
is clear that marijuana has already made theirs, it is clear that I feel the assistance of inspiration. But what effect will have to write that I'm telling you right now I'm waiting for a friend (do not tell, for now, a lawyer friend) whose wife I ended up turning in my sexual fantasy (and even amatory) favorite.
The night is mild, my dream lady, have declined to nearly zero outside inevitable rumors. Inevitable, despite the fact that marijuana helps to ignore them. I need to be clear, I need me in my precarious writer. Narrator (actually, rather than poor, powerful and rich but powerless).
need to know to tell this story even if they want to hear, I'm pretty sure it will end entusiasmándote (note that I learned to validate the "almost"), and I'm sure eventually agreed to sail with the grass Blessed (Joaquín Sabina talks of God's green weed, I prefer hypothesize as to whether marijuana has the blessings of the gods without necessarily belonging to any of them.) I'm sure you'll find several puffs to my hookah marijuana stocked with good quality.
Note: the music insists, unmoved (I never managed to scare the music, particularly when expressed Wagner), in its beauty that imprisons. Is not it better to let yourself be imprisoned by the music, you give away a couple of puffs of my pipe and that, through that very way, do you charge my account vitally.
I need to listen to me. You know, even if part-of my fundamental truth ... Oh, so you hear me, lady dream?
Well, I managed to say something about the mistress of a friend. I added that is beautiful and distinguished, and that gave me slight but unmistakable signals that he wants to have an affair with me.
I have to ask (which is a substantial part of this story) what I do with you. How I have you, destructively, naked in the arms of a man of dreams. I have to smile at
persistently with the new smile that looks at the top of my folly false teeth, grimace that is recommended by a distinguished psychologist and parchment on terms to be that kind of smile a sort of badge of generosity and empathy ( capacity it to identify with someone and share your moods).
- Why? "You're saying you, woman married to my lawyer friend, if you are a formidable cock with a smile or not smile.
And I have to reply: "It seems
heard my story. 
Duke of San Carlos
What stories like, dream lady? Can I be sure you want to hear a story?
The music is beautiful. Almost unfathomably beautiful. The night brings them a sweet lightness. What will happen?
is clear that marijuana has already made theirs, it is clear that I feel the assistance of inspiration. But what effect will have to write that I'm telling you right now I'm waiting for a friend (do not tell, for now, a lawyer friend) whose wife I ended up turning in my sexual fantasy (and even amatory) favorite.
The night is mild, my dream lady, have declined to nearly zero outside inevitable rumors. Inevitable, despite the fact that marijuana helps to ignore them. I need to be clear, I need me in my precarious writer. Narrator (actually, rather than poor, powerful and rich but powerless).
need to know to tell this story even if they want to hear, I'm pretty sure it will end entusiasmándote (note that I learned to validate the "almost"), and I'm sure eventually agreed to sail with the grass Blessed (Joaquín Sabina talks of God's green weed, I prefer hypothesize as to whether marijuana has the blessings of the gods without necessarily belonging to any of them.) I'm sure you'll find several puffs to my hookah marijuana stocked with good quality.
Note: the music insists, unmoved (I never managed to scare the music, particularly when expressed Wagner), in its beauty that imprisons. Is not it better to let yourself be imprisoned by the music, you give away a couple of puffs of my pipe and that, through that very way, do you charge my account vitally.
I need to listen to me. You know, even if part-of my fundamental truth ... Oh, so you hear me, lady dream?
Well, I managed to say something about the mistress of a friend. I added that is beautiful and distinguished, and that gave me slight but unmistakable signals that he wants to have an affair with me.
I have to ask (which is a substantial part of this story) what I do with you. How I have you, destructively, naked in the arms of a man of dreams. I have to smile at
persistently with the new smile that looks at the top of my folly false teeth, grimace that is recommended by a distinguished psychologist and parchment on terms to be that kind of smile a sort of badge of generosity and empathy ( capacity it to identify with someone and share your moods).
- Why? "You're saying you, woman married to my lawyer friend, if you are a formidable cock with a smile or not smile.
And I have to reply: "It seems
heard my story.
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