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defeat.

bowls sufficiently firm, with some insistence many friends ask me about my comment on the results of regional and particularly in Tuscany in the province of Prato. Who follows this blog will have noticed that I worked in the most absolute of this campaign. For some time now I've stopped passionate about the squalor of politics "practiced" and therefore the fate of yet another "sacrificial lamb" that the center wanted to offer the scheme of our cattocomunista red region. A simple observation, however, allow me to do, such as "accountancy" I would almost say: the PDL, which rejoices in a result that at the national level can be considered a major success in the land of Tuscany has very little to celebrate. In the province of Prato collects 29,602 votes, while the regional in 2000 the two parties which then merged into PDL raked, respectively, NA and 20,034 FI 25,643. In ten years the votes are almost halved. As in the regional list votes have increased from 690,509 in 2000 to 412,118 this week. A real disaster. A heritage election lost, squandered. Sure, let's say, in 2000 the situation was different: there were other parties, there were other candidates, there was a vote of membership, there were preferences. Then, in the meantime, Confindustria, some banks and a few toppled in Prato lodge a sclerotic left in power forever. It 's true. But the responsibility for leadership of the center of Tuscany, immovable, and parasite are more self-evident.
But we are sure no one will pay.

Aishwarya Showi G Boob S

a comment with a few lapses of late of "The Graduate"

It 's a film that provides several insights.
The protagonist is a scion of "good family", which is a very well-off middle-class American family up. He just graduated. Its existence is bleak. The boy, in spite of the cultural contribution of the degree, is completely devoid of means to live in a spiritually satisfying. Indeed, those few words let's say that, it appears the feeling of emptiness and derives utter. Intentionally or not, the film becomes a devastating critique of the "good" wealthy and affluent American society: the development of hypertrophy accompanies material wealth is a spiritual poverty in no uncertain terms. A beggar in the Middle Ages does more honor to the humanity of any of the secondary characters.
The camera makes no scruple. In that society, at least from the point of view proposed by the director (which absorbs in its aim the eye and the mind of the protagonist), there are no people. The parents of the graduates are barely within the framework of the face, so their friends and all the secondary characters. I defy anyone to remember, even vaguely, the face of more than 4 characters, including the protagonist, of the 100 minutes of film. A director, then, that seems unfinished, in a very discreet way, but quite effective. The protagonist is an island surrounded by a sea of \u200b\u200bmisunderstanding and lack of communication.
Boy, "excuse me, young man," then is limited by any standards. Frustrated by the annoyance and discomfort to the rules and labels that no justification humanist can tolerate, you may also find satisfaction in suicide. In fact, I would have expected an ending like that. At least, that you mention this possibility. But there is no trace in the film (at least explicit).
Instead, the solution is found, likely in a relationship of authenticity that can flourish with a girl. As usual, a report would be "impossible", but the tenacity, if not the morbidity of the protagonist manages to make it factual. I say obviously because morbidity for the protagonist that relationship is the last resort, the only contact that can make bearable a life devoid of meaning (reflecting the fact that man lives by bread alone). It 's a controversial position. Fellini would tell her that a woman protagonist who can not change / save a man. Moreover Fellini was in love with his way of life. Her man was not to change, eventually.
Music (Simon & Garfunkel) is timely. It goes perfectly with the director and does not need Commentary.
The final scene of him slamming against the glass screaming hysterically like an animal is beautiful. The final scene of him-her in a little bus' a garish, with the benefit of the doubt. Honestly, I would have ended it all with him who commits suicide jumping against the glass and falling blood. But perhaps because I do not think a girl can save a man.