Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Poodle Mix With Chow Chow

Cock stuffing

Aaah the World Cup. As always we will suffer the onslaught of editorial writers in mind that hardly complain about the ubiquity of football. The soccer players are delighted, and even the onlookers are enjoying.

But this year, are fans of farce are thrilled because it currently taking place will remain in annals of comedy and infamy.


an article is justified to the point!

First Team France in extremis qualifies for World Cup as very doubtful. Thanks to the play-offs held following an interpretation of regulations and a complacent goal scored against Ireland on an assist against ... hand.

it bodes ill. But with the France team irregularity is the rule: finalist in 2006, last in 2002 (although ...), favorite winning in 1998, absent in 1994 ... You never know: Team France will perhaps be the one ...


Prime match, against Uruguay: zero goals, draw. At this time we do not suspect anything, it is unclear that the national team is preparing a surprise that will eclipse the ridiculous waiting for other teams such as Italy team champion, eliminated in first round of last his hen - hen consists of New Zealand, Slovakia and Paraguay ...

second game of the France team, against Mexico: splash, the team collapsed. The score of 2-0 does not reveal enough domination of a team and the indigence of another. Qualification is compromised. It

chained to a psychodrama: Anelka, star striker full ad campaign in France, had insulted the coach Domenech to halftime. He refuses to apologize and is excluded from the team.

To block and identify the scale, the France team refuses to train. The team appears to the public like a bunch of small bosses. The rumor is that Gourcuff would have been excluded from the selection for childish reasons. We admire the gradation in the event and the sequence of gags.

It begins to intellectualize the failure of the selection of all possible ways ... Blame it on immigration, multiculturalism, money, liberalism, to Sarkozy etc.

Third match against South Africa: everyone has eyes only for the nice Gourcuff ... receiving a red card ... No longer add the cup is full. Final score: 2-1. And it is worth mentioning that the first goal was made even before the expulsion of the French player.
France is logically last in its pool and eliminated.


Exit France? Not because the politicians get involved and share the fun!

Roselyne Bachelot lectured the French players ... crying!

Nicolas Sarkozy meets Thierry Henry, the star forward who has little played, probably kept cool to spin a hand in for the game.
Policies want the heads fall to the FFF.

What novelist could have imagined Machiavellian farce if these reminders, these obstacles? One word: magnificent.
With that, good game

Monday, June 14, 2010

Most Expensive Pinball

Poems for the future of freedom and determinism Belgium

Taranne Thanks for having provided us these unforgettable lyrical flights, that passion does not always in the most polished language. Here follows the text of which Taranne cheer up maybe our Belgian friends.

the aftermath of elections that have caused a disaster unfortunately not really unprecedented in our political life, the newspaper La Meuse Quiet asked two great Belgian poets - one Flemish and one Walloon - express their feelings and their vision for the future. They gave us two powerful texts that are reproduced below. The ELAN


Jan Van Pademaas

Born in 1935 in Geeleecrock, Jan Van Pademaas is one of the great Flemish poets, many times considered for the Nobel and discredited by critics. His epic "Vlaanderen vrijgegeven (Flanders Freed, 1966) won him many awards. He said he wrote this poem as a sign of concord, to reaffirm the unity and brotherhood that lie at the heart of the Belgian identity and has chose the French "because it is a beautiful language that is proud to speak fluently, not like those lazy Walloons who refuse to learn Dutch".


Flemish Lion is a peaceful animal
It shows teeth that compelled and forced him
For all violence is painful
But it was not him who started

All he wants is to live in peace
With his family, but the door still open
For what he preaches, he, he does not like the southerners
m. ...

Yes what he wants is to live in their own language
Like his brothers living in their
Infoutus they are released from their matrix
These damn francophone misfortune

He asks only forget and forgive,
For it is love and tolerance at the bottom
However those who continue to rub
may pack their bags for France.

In these difficult times, these hours stretched,
Where reason must prevail alone
We, my brothers, keep Stretched
Preferably in the mouth.




The ELIO
Patrick Dimwitte

Moudubeek Born in 1950, Patrick Dimwitte is considered one of the major voices in contemporary French poetry. Award-winner Volapuk and Capernaum, his uncompromising modernism has been compared to René Char, Yves Bonnefoy, Aime Cesaire and Dominique de Villepin. He wanted to express in this poem his terror, but also, despite all his hope. "


Wallonia, my land, my flesh Your legs
ethical nation menopausal
weep their eyes without eyelashes
Tears of Blood the bitter defeat
But they still support you in your face
Dioscure northerner
milk teeth, mane junk
A slobbery mouth lies
Dancing the tango traitors
On the grave dug yet
From our common soul.


Wallonia, my mother, my sister, whose cry You
dormant inside of me Like the river
screaming into oblivion
It's your breast that arises
A bully whose sword is your virtue
And your tongue is the shield
To save the three colors
And tame the northern
Iago's name to scent the Eastern Mediterranean
triumph of opening your
The strength of his character
Is victory your values
Whether it bowtie
Either the white plume
Who embodies Wallonia O, O homeland, Thy proud major
prepared to face pale
Of these assholes flamoutches of m. ..