Very nice piece form Charles this week ^^
Nicolas Sarkozy finally gets a chance to talk to President Obama today. Phone calls between leaders may be routine, but so desperate is the French President to get time with "my friend Barack" that the Elysée Palace is casting today's video conference via interpreters as a virtual summit.
The coolness of the US President towards enthusiastic overtures from Paris is embarrassing Mr Sarkozy. It has dampened his hopes of finding a kindred dynamic soul in Washington and founding a new Paris-Washington axis. And it is leading him to realise that he will find few takers for his ambitious plans for "refounding capitalism" at the G20 summit in London next week.
China is out. After making waves over Tibet and human rights last year, France is in Beijing's doghouse and Mr Sarkozy is the only leader to have been refused a session in London with President Hu Jintao. Mr Sarkozy annoyed President Calderon of Mexico with his behaviour on a visit there this month. Turkey abhors Mr Sarkozy's permanent veto of its entry to the European Union. Relations with his European neighbours, Gordon Brown and Angela Merkel of Germany, are are not much better than "cordial", which is diplomatic for bumpy...
More:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/world_agenda/article5973832.ece
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Justin Timberlake
I don't know if it's a fashion statement but those last two days I've been having a very strong physical desire to have him shagging me until he collapses breathless!
Altought I do prefer his former look when his hair was a bit longer. I really don't like the almost shaven head look, it makes his face rounder.
Altought I do prefer his former look when his hair was a bit longer. I really don't like the almost shaven head look, it makes his face rounder.
L'Italie est un nid de cons!
Juve defender Nicola Legrottaglie has called on gay people to visit him for correction. Legrottaglie doing the PR for his new book, says being gay is "bad":
"Being a gay is seen as a fashion statement these days. For many it's a way of being contrary. However, it's clear that to be gay is to be wrong. I can only advise gay people to read the Bible and change - and my personal discussion meetings on Mondays are open to all of them. Some gays nowdays even have a wife. That's taking it too far."
My personal discussion meetings?
He obviously thinks he's a lady of the French bourgeoisie from one of Léon Tolstoi's book having her salon mondain every same day of the week.
Isn't Italy a great country?
They have the Pope calling gays the greatest danger to humanity and the condoms the reason why AIDS is spreading. To mention the least...
They have Berluconi so no comment!
And they think it's perfectly normal to be openly fascist, Catholic integrist, intolerant, calling for hatered when not anihilation of everything that doesn't abide by their interpretation of the Bible...as most of their cherished beloved footballers are...
How about we spent more time fighting THESE extremists who are at the very center of Europe and calling for the death and annihilation of everyone's different instead of ruining ourselves and the world in pointless wars in the Middle East?
I don't know whether being gay is a fashion statement in Italy but one thing's for sure: being a intolerant self-righteous fucking arsehole is indeed very fashionable over there!
"Being a gay is seen as a fashion statement these days. For many it's a way of being contrary. However, it's clear that to be gay is to be wrong. I can only advise gay people to read the Bible and change - and my personal discussion meetings on Mondays are open to all of them. Some gays nowdays even have a wife. That's taking it too far."
My personal discussion meetings?
He obviously thinks he's a lady of the French bourgeoisie from one of Léon Tolstoi's book having her salon mondain every same day of the week.
Isn't Italy a great country?
They have the Pope calling gays the greatest danger to humanity and the condoms the reason why AIDS is spreading. To mention the least...
They have Berluconi so no comment!
And they think it's perfectly normal to be openly fascist, Catholic integrist, intolerant, calling for hatered when not anihilation of everything that doesn't abide by their interpretation of the Bible...as most of their cherished beloved footballers are...
How about we spent more time fighting THESE extremists who are at the very center of Europe and calling for the death and annihilation of everyone's different instead of ruining ourselves and the world in pointless wars in the Middle East?
I don't know whether being gay is a fashion statement in Italy but one thing's for sure: being a intolerant self-righteous fucking arsehole is indeed very fashionable over there!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Ray Mears is a hypocritical judgemental pompous bore.
For those who don’t know him, he’s an very annoying English man who comes up with an absolute boring TV show named after ‘Ray Mears’s extreme survival’.
So yes, you got it! It’s the kind of utter fake shows with a man surrounded by a entire filming crew who goes to some supposedly very dangerous places the likes of deserts…to show us how wonderful is the “natural genuine life”.
When the man is cute, you somehow enjoy watching him with some dirty make up taking a bath in a freezing cold river. But Ray Mears is a typical English man: tall, paler than aspirin and 30 kilos overweight.
Here is a man who supposedly spends his life on the “extreme survival” mode but remains always as white as snow in the desert and obviously overweight. In spite of the fact that we saw him telling us that, in some forest no one cares about, you can only eat ants to survive. Maybe they were deep fried ants the size of XXL fish and chips?
When it comes to being filmed as he moves further deep into the jungle, we always see him from the front. Which means that the cameraman and the man with the big microphone are before him moving backwards in the virgin very dangerous jungle to record that fat bugger surviving extreme conditions.
The worst from Ray Mears is his utterly unbearable excitement for everything that is said to be “true and genuine”. So not like the life we are living now. He’s exactly the kind of Western man full of hackneyed clichés on our dreadful way of life here in Europe versus the wonderful so honest and pure way of life people have in the desert and jungle.
So with some luxurious Land Rover 4x4, GPS, Satellite navigators, filming crew, Dr Martens, Lacoste Polo and Rollex watch, he goes to see the tribes in Australia and praise the parents for forbidding their children to use matches when they want to spark some fire.
And he grants us with some brilliantly hackneyed rant on how important it is for them to learn how to light a fire without matches but rubbing some sticks on one another. He says this is part of their heritage to know how to do it, part of who they really are and, without even thinking for a second, tells us we should all do the same because: how wonderful, ain’t it?
Everytime, we have the fire without matches. Everytime!
For God’s sake, you bloody halfwit, we came up with matches for a reason! It’s not because we are some evil Western First World imperialists who want to destroy the world that we invented matches. That’s because it’s easier! It's so we don’t have to spend three hours trying to make some stupid fire.
Yes! There are some actual good reasons we have the telephone, we build houses in stone or concrete, we use matches to light fire and came up with agriculture and husbandry.
Ray, if you were to come with some of them and show all those genuine natural men how it works, trust me they would throw the sticks together on a pile and light them with the matches and use their time to go hunting and try to improve their 35-years life-experiency. And the head of the village or whatever would be ready to give you his utter submissive wife in exchange for a life supply of matches!
I hate those guys. Those guys who go to the other side of the world with all the means the civilisation is giving them just to tell us how bad is that very civilisation next to the way of life some tribes have. Those guys who are blindly excited by people living like we used to more than 3000 years ago just for the sake of “genuine”. If those people live like this it’s mainly because in the middle of the desert and the jungle, they didn’t have the opportunities we had in the grasslands and welcoming forest of Europe or China. They adapted and survived just like we did.
I hate those guys because all those men would never ever forsake their way of life but think it is wonderful for those poor kids to have their parents teaching them that fire is to be lit with sticks, house build with light wood, food to be brought after ten hours of hunting with wooden bow and arrows just to get a mice and a handful of poisonous berries.
I don’t approve everything we do over here. The fact that we are basically some ants sleeping, commuting, working, commuting, sleeping, commuting, working…and trying to forget about that useless way of life with pointless leisure, entertainment or/and religion.
But I don’t think their life is actually any better or worse then ours just because they live closer to the men we used to be milleniums ago. It's just bloody utterly different!
I hate Ray Mears for he’s of those guys who are just some utter judgmental ignorant ethnocentric idiots who always compare people while comparing French and English is already irrevelant. So, how about a bush tribe man in Australia and a England young man in Stafford?
Don’t worry, we have the same self-rigtheous right-minded gushy crétin in France: Nicolas Hulot!
So yes, you got it! It’s the kind of utter fake shows with a man surrounded by a entire filming crew who goes to some supposedly very dangerous places the likes of deserts…to show us how wonderful is the “natural genuine life”.
When the man is cute, you somehow enjoy watching him with some dirty make up taking a bath in a freezing cold river. But Ray Mears is a typical English man: tall, paler than aspirin and 30 kilos overweight.
Here is a man who supposedly spends his life on the “extreme survival” mode but remains always as white as snow in the desert and obviously overweight. In spite of the fact that we saw him telling us that, in some forest no one cares about, you can only eat ants to survive. Maybe they were deep fried ants the size of XXL fish and chips?
When it comes to being filmed as he moves further deep into the jungle, we always see him from the front. Which means that the cameraman and the man with the big microphone are before him moving backwards in the virgin very dangerous jungle to record that fat bugger surviving extreme conditions.
The worst from Ray Mears is his utterly unbearable excitement for everything that is said to be “true and genuine”. So not like the life we are living now. He’s exactly the kind of Western man full of hackneyed clichés on our dreadful way of life here in Europe versus the wonderful so honest and pure way of life people have in the desert and jungle.
So with some luxurious Land Rover 4x4, GPS, Satellite navigators, filming crew, Dr Martens, Lacoste Polo and Rollex watch, he goes to see the tribes in Australia and praise the parents for forbidding their children to use matches when they want to spark some fire.
And he grants us with some brilliantly hackneyed rant on how important it is for them to learn how to light a fire without matches but rubbing some sticks on one another. He says this is part of their heritage to know how to do it, part of who they really are and, without even thinking for a second, tells us we should all do the same because: how wonderful, ain’t it?
Everytime, we have the fire without matches. Everytime!
For God’s sake, you bloody halfwit, we came up with matches for a reason! It’s not because we are some evil Western First World imperialists who want to destroy the world that we invented matches. That’s because it’s easier! It's so we don’t have to spend three hours trying to make some stupid fire.
Yes! There are some actual good reasons we have the telephone, we build houses in stone or concrete, we use matches to light fire and came up with agriculture and husbandry.
Ray, if you were to come with some of them and show all those genuine natural men how it works, trust me they would throw the sticks together on a pile and light them with the matches and use their time to go hunting and try to improve their 35-years life-experiency. And the head of the village or whatever would be ready to give you his utter submissive wife in exchange for a life supply of matches!
I hate those guys. Those guys who go to the other side of the world with all the means the civilisation is giving them just to tell us how bad is that very civilisation next to the way of life some tribes have. Those guys who are blindly excited by people living like we used to more than 3000 years ago just for the sake of “genuine”. If those people live like this it’s mainly because in the middle of the desert and the jungle, they didn’t have the opportunities we had in the grasslands and welcoming forest of Europe or China. They adapted and survived just like we did.
I hate those guys because all those men would never ever forsake their way of life but think it is wonderful for those poor kids to have their parents teaching them that fire is to be lit with sticks, house build with light wood, food to be brought after ten hours of hunting with wooden bow and arrows just to get a mice and a handful of poisonous berries.
I don’t approve everything we do over here. The fact that we are basically some ants sleeping, commuting, working, commuting, sleeping, commuting, working…and trying to forget about that useless way of life with pointless leisure, entertainment or/and religion.
But I don’t think their life is actually any better or worse then ours just because they live closer to the men we used to be milleniums ago. It's just bloody utterly different!
I hate Ray Mears for he’s of those guys who are just some utter judgmental ignorant ethnocentric idiots who always compare people while comparing French and English is already irrevelant. So, how about a bush tribe man in Australia and a England young man in Stafford?
Don’t worry, we have the same self-rigtheous right-minded gushy crétin in France: Nicolas Hulot!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Video posting
So...I wanted to post the video of the last Lily Allen video clip, The Fear. Brillant song of a brillant artist with a beautiful voice. Everything I like.
But for some reason, Google blogger can't take it any fucking real fucking player fucking videos any fucking more! Real player is the format with which you read the videos you download from the Internet itself.
I tried with some videos of Xabi Forever Mister Super Extra Cute Alonso a few weeks ago and it didn't work but I thought it was just a one time thing.
So they tell you to go on the help section which is probably the very most pathetic piece of helping section I've ever experienced in my entire life! It's not helping you, it gives you directions to upload a picture or a video.
In one word: Bollocks!!
But for some reason, Google blogger can't take it any fucking real fucking player fucking videos any fucking more! Real player is the format with which you read the videos you download from the Internet itself.
I tried with some videos of Xabi Forever Mister Super Extra Cute Alonso a few weeks ago and it didn't work but I thought it was just a one time thing.
So they tell you to go on the help section which is probably the very most pathetic piece of helping section I've ever experienced in my entire life! It's not helping you, it gives you directions to upload a picture or a video.
In one word: Bollocks!!
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