Monday, November 29, 2010
What Does Bangbros Pay
404, an American who squatted here ... The chronicle of the proletarian
My country, sweet Tunisia, meeting place of many civilizations and land of tolerance for millennia. My country I love so much, that I was born and which I will probably die one day, if not boredom, for having loved too. This country where life is good. The country in which to be poor. This country where criticism is blasphemous. This country where you tape the little lip that you have the nerve to take off. This country where people eat their fill. The country where the seeker remains unsatisfied. The country where the dream once dreamed, is nearing completion. Overtaken by a cold reality and dimension where it is childish to expect.
My country suffers from this kind of specimens prepared for anything and even worse to defend blindly responsible rotten that muzzle, not care, spy and stalk people in need of freedom for evil to blow its unparalleled capacity and satisfy his insatiable thirst to exist ...
If we follow the reasoning fabulous (or if you will, fabulous), just a rote in the states responsible for all the net Tunisian be censored. soon as Obama blows his nose, the site is censorship of newspapers world-renowned, youtube, dailymotion, flickr and many more ... "The only country that has the power to censor the Internet in Tunisia this is the USA. This is the network of networks! " If this is not crap, it looks tight.
We found a way to invite this kind of fabulous rare talk shows available to us. I only remains more than burp in my turn, so that, for the butterfly effect, pornographic sites are censored in Hong Kong to the chagrin of the Chinese ... Hoping that one day we do we take most for idiots or that we consider to be poor little brat con awake. Do not ask the impossible, either ...
Do not even talk about the revelations of Wikileaks ... Suffice it Smiling our misfortunes sipping a shit taste of pear, since this is the season ...
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