Father Christmas, nothing to hide, I do not believe in you.
Besides, when Coca passed an advertisement where you played, I'm more the ability to drink Hamadi Bousbii to draw a smile on the lips of a child than that of a character created from scratch by the Catholic Church to make impractical childish dreams a reality.
But today, a small Santa Claus, I apologize from my heart.
My people play paintball with men in black with live ammunition.
The runners of the National Guard ignite spontaneously and car freight train, does not even mention the autothermal vendors clementine on the run, comparable to the wicked people who take part charming city police officers.
pistols worn by men in uniform, vent their anger, spreading evil and send both males and females on the ground.
Young people who are tired of paintball to take the game of Russian roulette clambering over power lines before embracing death and embrace it, she has lurking in its simplest device, awakened in the middle night by the sirens of police forces that reduce the unemployment figures in their own way, by neutralizing the unemployed.
officials downplay what they see as "a simple game of paintball it would be very condemned out of context "
must have fair play! Remember the slogan of the FIFA Fair Play My Game Is!
So?
So what?
The escalation of violence in my country m 'saddens and angers me m'atterre.
I live in anguish for families to be broken by improper arrests, convictions surely coming and stray bullets are landing on innocent temples.
I am the language a body whose heart is Tunisia Sidi Bouzid, Menzel Bouzayen liver and kidney Meknassi.
Petit Papa Noel, I do not know how healthy devote myself!
I asked God to Muslims, then the Christian, that of the Jews has not been heard from either, Buddha thou forsaken me all mythologies, the sun, moon, various statues to various effigies could not do anything ... I've even come to prostrate myself to the god of atheists. Nothing helped.
Today it is to you I turn.
I want dignity for my people!
I want a freedom of expression!
I want a solution to unemployment!
I argue freely on the terraces of cafes about managing a crisis by a government, to criticize and still consider the next day with serenity. I want
free access to the internet!
I do not want to have as a responsible Superliar!
I want to vote with the impression to decide freely and with dignity, decisively and effectively!
I want to have a political opinion without being accused of "opponent" in the first disagreement, a term introduced in the figure as a charge of raping a minor.
I want there to be more of embezzlement, more abuse, more cronyism, more manure who claim to monopolize patriotism while extorting funds for the poor unfortunate people.
I want more there is the politicization of sports performance or instrumentalization of miscellaneous.
I want to be treated as a people and not as a herd. Wikileaks
I want to tell me that my country is better.
Because today the body of which I am one is febrile.
I, too, that this headache that nails me head to the pillow and makes me fear any light stops forever.
Santa, if you do not respond to me, tomorrow I would reiterate my request to the massive tree that sign of his shadow a vacant lot next door.
m'étiquetais not matter whether you like crazy. Someday my people will triumph and my activism to be Don Quixote because of oppressors. Until then, sleep. Maybe our snoring disseminate our good intentions and relieve our headaches.
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